[12th precinct] In which Castle and Beckett take things to the next level.

[shutthefrntdoor]

[Set in Writer and Muse. Cowritten with mysultry_voice.]

It wasn't that he couldn't sleep. Well, maybe it was. Castle just couldn't get the latest case off his mind. Something was nagging at him and he wasn't sure what. He tried to channel his agitation into writing but that had only made his story agitated and that wasn't what he wanted. Writing was fun, not agitating. He didn't think there would be any harm in heading back to the precinct just to get another look at the white board. At this hour, who would be there?

Beckett would be there.

Castle should have known. Beckett never seemed to sleep and was always working. He'd written that dedication, well, obsession really into Nikki Heat because he'd seen it in his muse. He'd blame missing it on being distracted. That was a great excuse and honest too.

"You keep this up, I'm going to think you’re a vampire," he said as he strolled in. "Might be a good novel, a vampire detective. What do you think?"

"I think I'm missing a few important points to being a vampire, Castle," she said as she looked up at him with a bit of a look. She had been at the office late finishing up some paperwork on that same case that Castle couldn't seem to shake. She was having a hard time shaking it herself, but usually getting all the documents in order and ready to be processed helped give her a bit more closure. "That whole going out into daylight thing?"

He waved a hand, "There are ways around that. You just have to be creative."

He perched on the corner of her desk, leaning slightly into her personal space to look at the paperwork she was doing over her shoulder. It didn't really interest him but he liked to know official sounding titles for it to use in his novels. "Case keeping you up?"

"You won't get anywhere with a sparkling vampire cop," she said with a bit of a look, before turning her eyes back down to the paperwork. "I just wanted to get the paperwork done. One less thing on my desk."

"Detective, bite your tongue. I would never write such pedestrian drivel." He would have been offended, but he didn't think Beckett really meant it. He wrote better than that, she knew that. "So. Any new ideas on the case?"

She shook her head. "Not right now. All the pieces just aren't -- fitting together." It was frustrating. They had all this evidence that none of it was connecting, and that was worse than a case that had no evidence at all.

"You know, maybe we're just not looking at the right pieces." He turned to study the board with all the notes, pictures and clues. "There's no such thing as a perfect crime."

"Yeah, but there's pretty damn near perfect," she said with a sigh, sitting back in her seat and rubbing her eyes. "I probably just need to sleep. Things'll make more sense in the morning." Not that she could sleep, but that was beside the point. It was the logical thing to do.

"I thought the same thing but turns out I just couldn't sleep with this case on my mind. I think I caught that from you." He turned back to her with a teasing grin. "You didn't tell me detective work was contagious."

She smirked. "If I did, would you have listened?"

He thought about it more a moment, tapping his chin with a finger. "Nope. I would have thought you were trying to get rid of me."

"Exactly," she sighed, before closing the file in front of her. She started to push herself up, reaching for the jacket on the back of her chair and going to wrap it around herself. "Clearly I just needed to let you find out for yourself."

"You're going?" Castle got to his feet and whirled around to put a hand over her jacket. "Can't we talk about the case? Bounce ideas around?"

He was kind of desperate to make his brain shut up.

She watched him for a minute, eying him carefully for a moment, before shrugging. "Sure we can. But is there any rule we can't do it over a cup of coffee in somewhere that's not the precinct?" There was a diner around the corner. She needed to get out of this place.

"Oh." He straightened up and smoothed his shirt as if that hadn't just happened. "I can go for coffee."

"Good," she said with a nod, before starting to walk towards the door. "So did you have any ideas on where the case could be going?"

He fell into step with her, like a loyal shadow or tail. "I still think the ex-wife had something to do with it. Maybe she hired someone."

As soon as he said it, Castle regretted it. He wasn't sure if it was too soon after the truth about her mother's murder to mention something like that.

She tensed for just a moment, before pushing the implication out of the way. "What's your evidence?"

"Gut feeling?" He caught the way she tensed but didn't say anything. She didn't want it pointed out. "She really wasn't angry about him being dead, she wasn't sad, she wasn't even surprised. She shrugged it off. Isn't that weird?"

"A little, but maybe she thought he had it coming. Their marriage was pretty much a train wreck."

"My exes might think I've got it coming, but I think they might manage a tear or two over my demise." He paused for a second. "Well, I'd like to think that."

She smirked a bit before turning to face him. "But we need a bit more than gut feeling. Some kind of evidence that connects her either to a hired killer, or someone she should have convinced to do it. We also need motive -- beyond the fact that she didn't think he was all that stand-up a guy."

He liked that smirk, but he'd never admit it. Well, maybe, with the right interrogation methods. "Maybe something in her finances? Can we look at those or is that one of those things that requires a warrant?"

"That requires at least probable cause. Phone records would be easier. Or having a print or some other kind of evidence that would link us to a know killer for hire."

"Phone records then, let's get those."

"What's her motive? If he dies, she loses her alimony."

"Maybe it's not about money. Maybe she was just so heartbroken and angry over the divorce she wanted him dead?" Alright, he was grasping at straws but he didn't have to justify his gut feelings before he met her. A feeling was enough.

"She didn't seem that angry. In fact, I think she seemed more upset about losing the alimony money than she was her ex's death. Besides, this feels like a crime of passion to me. I think that it's someone close to him, who wanted something from him that they weren't getting."

"Maybe they weren't getting passion." He smirked a little. "A lack of passion can make a person do crazy things."

"Is that so?" she asked as they reached the elevator, hitting the button as she turned to face him again.

He nodded solemnly. "Very much so. No passion makes people frustrated and a lot of frustration isn't good for you. It's downright unhealthy."

"Frustration can be a great motivator," she said as the doors opened and she went to step inside. "In fact, on some level, frustration can be considered passion."

He followed her with a skeptical snort. "Passion is fun, passion is enjoyable. Tell me, what's enjoyable about frustration?"

"The satisfaction of being able to work through it and get what you want?"

"Are you looking for some satisfaction, detective?" He was probably crossing that line he wasn't supposed to cross but their back and forth always made him just want to sneak a toe over and see where it got him.

"Probably not the kind of satisfaction you're thinking, Castle." He may have been crossing the line, but he was her job to push him back over it. And maybe this time, she wasn't quite pushing him far enough, but she was getting used to the implications about her sex life. Especially after her last date. "I just want to solve this case."

"So do I, but can't we have a little fun?" He gave her a cheeky smile.

"I have my fun," she said with a look. "In fact, my fun is none of your business."

"Such as?" he prompted, looking for more. Beckett was a mystery and he was curious to find out more.

"What part of none of your business didn't you get?"

"The none part." He grinned. "Come on, just a hint? Don't make me follow you home one night just to find out."

"That's stalking, Castle, and I'll arrest you for it."

He held out his wrists for her, "If you wanted to get your handcuffs on me, all you had to do was ask."

She rolled her eyes, before turning towards the open doors and heading out towards the door. "I don't want to handcuff you is my point."

He jogged a few steps to catch up to her. "It could be fun."

He should stop flirting. Maybe it was the late hour that loosened his tongue. Maybe it was just fun.

Oh, on some level she didn't doubt that it would be fun. In fact, she was pretty sure there would be a lot of fun there, but that was so not where her brain was supposed to be going, and she needed to get the two of them off that track. "Maybe. But I really don't think you want to go there."

He did and the longer he spent with her, the more he got to know her, the more he really wanted to go there. Of course he kept himself from going there because he was never sure she would but that maybe was kind of a good sign.

"Maybe I do," he said sort of quietly, casually just in case that didn't go over well.

She paused for a minute, before turning around to face him. "Why?" They drove each other nuts. She rode his ass day in and day out and not in the fun way. She wanted to understand why he would think about going there.

"Because I have an active imagination?" He smiled for a second before getting serious. "I like you, you're smart, funny, badass... you're not just fishing for compliments are you?"

"No," she said, shaking her head with a bit of a laugh. "I'm not."

"Look, I'm going to try something and... don't hit me."

Castle was the kind of guy who really liked his gut feelings and this one told him to just do it and brace himself for the worst. Maybe their working relationship would get awkward for awhile but they'd get over it. Wouldn't they? They'd better because he didn't get many friends or inspirations like Beckett.

He turned to face Beckett, grabbed her face in his hands and kissed her. His mental fingers were crossed she wouldn't knee him in the crotch.

To be honest, she was a little surprised. She expected him to talk at her some more, and she never expected him to do that. So instead of going on the defensive, she reacted in the opposite direction, leaning in and continuing the kiss for a moment. And if she was to be really, really honest, it wasn't a bad kiss, and she hadn't been kissed in a long time.

Wow. She kissed him back. Wow. Castle was pretty stunned. He expected to be a curled up ball of misery at this point, but this was working out great. He should go with his gut feelings more often.

She pulled back from the kiss after a moment, before looking at him a little confused. "Wow."

"You were reading my mind." And he tugged her in close, going for another kiss.

"Whoa, wait." She wasn't shooting him down, not yet, but she wanted to know where this was going. "I mean -- what're we doing, Castle?"

"Kissing?" he asked hopefully. "See where it goes?"

All of that was fine with him. He was just following his gut still and his gut really wanted to kiss her again.

"This isn't just -- " Using words would be really helpful right about now. She took a breath before trying to figure out what she was trying to say. "I don't appreciate being screwed with." Not that she thought she was, she just needed to be sure.

"You think I'm doing this to screw with you?" That kind of hurt and Castle let go of her. Did she really think he was like that?

"No! No. I just -- " She ran a hand over her face. "I don't want to regret this. Or screw up things in the office, I mean -- we work together."

"Why does it have to screw up anything? I mean, that's sort of assuming the worst, isn't it?"

"Rick, this is me you're talking to," she replied, giving him a bit of a look.

He grinned. She called him Rick. "And I think you should get some facts before you jump to conclusions. Fact, that was a really great kiss and I bet more will be just as great but I'd have to gather more evidence to be sure."

She paused for a minute, still not sure about the situation. "I don't know ... interoffice romances never end well."

"I'm not a cop, not technically part of your office. Just an author, Kate. But if you don't want to just tell me. I'm a big boy, I can take no for an answer."

"It's not -- that." She paused for a moment. "I just don't want this blowing up in my face."

"I don't either, but I'm willing to take the risk." He was a risk taking sort of guy though. Beckett was much more cautious. He still wanted to try though, wanted a chance at another kiss, maybe more.

She looked up at him, trying to figure him out. "You really think I'm worth it?"

"Can I kiss you again as an answer?"

She bit her lip lightly, before nodding.

He resisted the urge to go "yes" and celebrate, but it was there and kind of strong. Kissing her won out though and this time he did it right. He wrapped an arm around her and pulled her in close before slowly leaning in and kissing her.

She closed her eyes into the kiss, sliding her arms around his shoulders and just leaning her body in against his.

Oh yeah, Castle thought to himself. Kissing Beckett was so worth it. The way she felt, the way she tasted against his lips, man this was so totally worth it.

She held on to the kiss until she needed to break it to breathe, before actually looking around and seeing where they were. She was suddenly very grateful it was late at night, and there weren't a lot of people around. "We probably shouldn't be doing this here."

"Here?" He looked around and realized where they were. Ah, right, her cop friends. "Uh, well, my place has Alexis and my mother..."

"I have a place," she said softly. "It's usually pretty empty."

"I've always been curious about your place." He offered her an arm. "Shall we?"

She took his arm for a moment, still not sure what she was doing, but going with it. "We shall."

"You going to drive?" He was grinning and couldn't seem to stop. He was going home with Beckett, to her place and there was going to be more kissing. He should be worried about how excited he was, how impatient but man he was just too hyped to care.

"It's not that far away, Castle. We can walk."

"Walking?" He was kind of surprised she lived that closed. "Well, I don't mind a moonlight stroll."

She nodded. "It's a couple blocks this way." She pulled his arm gently in the direction of her building, slowly walking next to him.

Castle found himself filled with curiosity for the woman walking next to him. He knew a lot about her, but it felt like a fraction. He studied her with a softer smile, trying to pick a question.

She just let them walk in silence for a moment, enjoying the sounds of the city and not trying to get too curious about what exactly he was thinking.

He should probably stop staring, it was probably getting to that stalker point she had mentioned earlier but he tended to study her anyway. Maybe he could get away with it.

She looked back up at him after a moment before raising an eyebrow. "You okay, Castle?"

"Yeah, I am." He smiled to reassure her. Maybe he was just overwhelmed, a little bit, that she was going for this.

"Just checking. Usually I can't get you to shut up."

"You just didn't know this way of making me shut up."

She laughed. "I probably wouldn't have resorted to this when it came to making you shut up."

"You should try thinking outside the box once and awhile." He smiled because he made her laugh. She didn't do that all that much he noticed.

"I'll keep that in mind for next time."

He bit his tongue about asking if there was going to be a next time. There hadn't even been a first time yet. He had to be patient. "That's good. Open minds are good."

"So I'm being told."

There were a few nerves when they actually reached her building, a little sweat on his palms and his heart was racing. He really didn't want to screw this up, he didn't want to screw up with Beckett or having a muse. He wanted this though, wanted her. So, he held back from his usual flirtatious groping or playful, suggestive banter. He behaved, smiling and only laying a hand on the small of her back, the perfect gentleman.

Beckett led the way up to her place, closing the door behind him as she started to shed her coat, draping it over the back of the couch. "Can I get you anything?"

He put his coat next to her and put his hands on her hips. "Maybe later."

She turned to face him again, looking up at him, expectantly. "Rather do something else?"

"I have a list," he said brightly. "It's itemized but I'd like your opinion on a few things first."

He leaned down a bit and brushed his lips over her ear, behind it and down her neck a little. He just got a hint of skin and it was enough to make him want a lot more.

She closed her eyes at the feeling, tilting her head back to give him better access. "And what are those?"

"Let me show you." He drew back a bit to look into her eyes, a more genuine smile in place. "Should I try and detect my way to the bedroom?"

"Detect away."

Castle took a look around her apartment and used his deep knowledge of New York apartments to figure out which way to go. He slowly started walking her towards the hallway he thought was right. "Warmer or colder?"

"Warmer," she said with a nod, following his lead.

"I like warmer," he said conversationally as he reached for the buttons of her shirt. She was warmer. He liked her.

"Uh-uh," she said, pulling his hand away gently and threading her fingers through his. "Not till you finish detecting, Detective."

He beamed. She called him detective and meant it. "Can't I have fun while I'm detecting?"

"Nope," she said, shaking her head. "Otherwise, how are you going to focus on your detecting?"

"I'm following a new lead?" He said hopefully. That was a pretty good excuse.

"I think you're heading down a dead end."

"What?" He looked around and yeah, he went a little too far. "You're very distracting."

So he had to backtrack a bit. It was kind of fun this little distraction and play. He liked having fun with Beckett.

She smirked. "Well, that's my job, isn't it? To make sure you don't win?"

"I thought we were partners." He pouted dramatically so she'd know he was teasing. He knew where he was heading now and really not getting distracted this time. "You're supposed to help me detect things."

"Not with this kind of detecting," she said as she continued to follow his lead. "Think of it as me being the person trying to get away with it."

"Oh, you're not getting away." He slid an arm firmly around her just in case.

She grinned as she leaned closer. "You don't think so?"

He ducked in suddenly and kissed her, really kissed her with all the pent up passion and desire and want he tended to feel around her and the strangest moments. She wasn't getting away because she didn't want to. He knew that.

She gasped into the kiss before melting against him, letting one arm slide around his neck and have him pull her in closer.

He pulled her in close, as close as he could get her. He wasn't going to let her get away, not when he had her this close and he could see a bed through a doorway. He didn't care if it was a guest room or her room, he wanted her in a bed. Under him, over him, it didn't matter to him, he just wanted her.

She turned them a bit once they were even with the door to her bedroom, and started to lead them back towards her bed, her fingers starting to slide through the buttons on his shirt.

He was more than happy to follow her and happy to help her with his shirt. Once he was done getting rid of hers, that was.

She let him slide the shirt off her shoulders, pushing his off soon after and stopping when she felt the back of her knees hit the edge of her bed.

He drew back a bit just to look her over. "Wow."

She was beautiful, like really beautiful. He'd been with some pretty hot women before but Beckett had them beat, completely. She was strong, sleek, just beautiful.

"Wow."

Her head ducked, a bit of a blush crossing her features as she let him look. "That good, huh?"

"I'd say something like you should dress like this all the time, but I think I'll keep this look of yours to myself." Yes, he was definitely keeping this to himself and his imagination when he got lonely.

She looked up at him with a grin. "And they wouldn't like it if I dressed like this for work," she smirked, letting her hands slide over his shoulders, getting used to the feel of them under her hands, before stepping in to kiss him again.

He would, but they'd never get any work done. Although, he was going to have to talk her into sex on her desk. That was the future though; right now he kissed her, running his hands up her back, settling them on her waist.

She started to lean back against the bed slowly, pulling him down with her and wanting to feel the weight of him on top of her. She'd always liked the feeling of having someone else that close, and it had been a while since she'd had the opportunity. She'd missed not being with someone. The fact that it was someone she knew as well as Castle just happened to make things better.

He was more than happy to follow her down onto the bed, keeping one arm around her and the other to hold himself over her before lowering some of his weight on her. She suddenly seemed so small, not frail just... small.

She leaned back under him, breaking from the kiss and letting her lips down his neck and over his shoulder.

She had a small, delicate mouth. At least, that's how Castle would describe it in a book. This was no book though, this was real life and it was better than anything he could write.

His fingers found the clasp of her bra and flicked it open with ease, smiling as he slid a hand under it and on to her breast.

She moaned softly at the touch, her back arching up into his hands as she pushed her body closer.

"Why, detective, evidence is telling me you like this." He grinned, a little lopsided as he massaged her breast in his hand.

She gave him a bit of a look. "Shut up and kiss me."

He laughed and kissed her hard and long.

She leaned into the kiss, letting her hands slide down his back, then around to the front of his pants.

He sort of forgot about being playful when he felt her hands down there. He would very much like it if her hands stayed there. He hummed in encouragement.

Her fingers worked to get his belt open, followed by his fly, letting her fingers brush against the skin just under the waistband.

He sucked in a breath, trying not to laugh. Just what he needed, Beckett finding out he was ticklish.

She caught that, though, letting her fingers brush against his skin again, deciding to test that theory.

He nipped at her chin, holding back a bubble of laughter. "That's mean, Kate. Very mean."

She laughed. "Oh, c'mon. Relax."

"Relax?" he raised an eyebrow, smiling. "I am with a very beautiful woman, so hard it hurts, and she's trying to tickle me. How am I supposed to relax?"

"I was just testing a theory," she said with a grin.

"Got your results yet?"

"Uh-huh," she nodded. "Ready to move on when you are."

"Oh, I'm more than ready." He rolled a nipple between his thumb and finger, moving his lips to her neck and nibbling on her pulse.

And that managed to distract her completely. She arched up into his hands again with a bit of a gasp, her fingers tightening against his sides.

As long as she was distracted by him, he didn't mind. He found a very nice spot and get about making a mark, one people could see and ask her about. One he'd probably ask her about in front of the guys just to see what she'd say.

And she'd punch him for it later, but for right now, she wasn't paying attention. Her fingers went back to the waistband again, starting to push the material off his hips slowly, letting his fingers slide over his skin.

He sucked in a small breath, eager for her hands on his skin. He couldn't believe how good her hands felt and they hadn't even gotten to the really good stuff.

She tilted her head back to catch her lips on his again, sliding her leg over his hip as she tried to get him closer. Her pants were still on, but she had a feeling those were coming off relatively soon.

They would be when he managed to move his hands away from her breasts. He was kind of fond of those, but getting her pants off would lead him to his ultimate goal. He really wanted to know what it was like inside her, to feel it and feel her.

She wasn't complaining about where his hands were, not by a long shot. But she was starting to get impatient, and her hips pushed up against his again, adding that little extra friction that she hoped would get his attention.

She already had his attention, but what she was doing just made him push back, rocking against her slow and steady. Okay, now he had to get the pants out of the way. He struggled with them a bit, getting them undone and then sliding them down her legs which seemed to be a mile long.

She shifted her hips a bit, just enough to help him get them off completely, before pulling him closer again. She leaned her body in to meet the rhythm he was setting, enjoying the feeling of skin pressed against his.

"You're so soft," he mumbled, dragging his lips over her shoulder which was just as soft and warm as the rest of her. He slid an arm around her back and held her close, still moving her the way that felt right, felt best.

She hummed her response, letting her fingers grip his shoulders and then slide down his arms.

"So beautiful," he whispered. She was, she was just beautiful. He was doomed.

She really wasn't sure what to do with all the compliments, and she just leaned in to kiss him again wrapping her arms around his neck to pull him closer.

Kissing was fine. He kissed her back passionately, his hand sliding up her leg and then around her hip before slipping between her legs. He wanted to feel her desire for him.

She moaned into the kiss, her hips pressing up against his fingers. She needed more from him, and she leaned into the kiss, deepening it.

He was willing to give her more, he'd give her everything he had right now. He played a little bit longer and then slid two fingers inside her.

"Rick," she whimpered softly, her hips following the rhythm his fingers.

He was going to hear her say his name like that in his sleep from now on and in all his fantasies. He wasn't going to stop now. "Yes, Kate?"

She just looked up at him, her teeth raking over her bottom lip as her hips pushed up against his again, hoping that he'd get the message.

Oh, he got the message but he sort of liked teasing her. Maybe another time he'd do that, see if he could get her to beg and plead right now he wanted something else. Instinct sent him looking for a condom in the nightstand drawer. He was really happy when he found one, but his hands were shaking a little bit as he rolled it on.

Then he settled his hands on her legs, wrapped them around his hips and eased into her for the first time. There would never be another moment like this and Castle took his time, memorizing every detail, details were very important.

She closed her eyes as she started to push inside her, her fingers digging into his skin again as she adjusted to the feel of him there. It had been a while since she'd gone this far, and she was very glad that he'd remembered the condom, because she probably wouldn't have. Leaning back against the bed, she arched up against him, tightening her legs around his hips when they finally landed against hers.

He stayed still for a moment, closing his eyes and savoring. She was just... just fantastic, tight, hot, wet and he was never going to get enough. But he let her adjust, get used to him before he started to move, nice and slow and easy.

She hummed her approval at the steady rhythm, leaning back to enjoy the ride. She slowly started to move her hips with him, letting her lips trail along his shoulder again.

He planned on making this last for a long time and not just because of his ego. He wanted to make it last for them, to really let it build and feel everything he could, make her feel everything he could make her feel.

She had no problem with a slow build, just taking the time to soak in the way all the sensations were combining together. She met him at every thrust, her hips rolling up to each press into her, and she leaned back into the bed to better feel him against her.

"Kate," he whispered, shifting her hips up so he could get deeper. "God, Kate."

This was so much better than the last sex he had. He felt like this was special, or some other ridiculous thing that he usually mocked because it belonged in romance novels and soaps. Here he was though, thinking those exact same things because it was Beckett. It was Kate.

She wasn't sure how this had happened or why anymore, but there was something about it that she hadn't anticipated. There was a closeness that she hadn't had in a while, and to be honest, she missed. She let her hips roll up against him, feeling that peak building inside her, and her fingers tightening against his shoulders in order to keep him as close as possible, tilting her head to meet him in a soft kiss.

He kissed her back, slow and easy. He couldn't believe something could feel this intense and yet he could still manage to kiss her like this, without rush and hurry. Of course he hoped she was getting close because he wasn't sure he could hold out much longer. This was just too much.

She was, and it didn't take much longer before she gave a straggled moan into the kiss, her body tensing around him as she came. Her head fell back at that as she tried to catch her breath, but her body clung to him, fingers digging into his shoulders as she rode it out.

Castle let out a grateful moan and joined her in coming. It was a relief and felt damn good, really damn good. He held himself up on his arms over her while the intense waves of pleasure slowly drained out of his body and he was left feeling tired, worn out, and frankly exhausted. Happy though, he was very, very happy.

She relaxed slowly under him, just letting the last of the sensations ebb out of her things settled back to normal. After a few minutes, she pushed herself up to look at him for a moment, one hand coming up to brush his hair out of his face. "Wanna stay, or do you have to get home?"

"If you don't mind me staying..." he said, shrugging a bit. He would like to stay, even if he had to explain to his mother where he'd been.

"I don't," she said softly, giving him a small smile, nodding back towards the head of the bed. "C'mon."

"Let me take care of this first," he said and pulled out of her. He'd have to ask her about his chances of getting lucky again in the morning, but first he had a condom to take care of. It didn't take him long and then he was right back in bed with Beckett.

She had pulled back the sheets while he was gone, and once he was back in bed with her, she reached over to turn off the light, before curling up close to him. "Night, Rick." The events of this evening was bound to put them into first name territory.

He smiled as he put an arm around her and buried his nose in her hair. "Night, Kate." His chances of getting laid in the morning were so good. So good.

She closed her eyes and it wasn't long before she was drifting off to sleep, calm and content in his arms.

He fell asleep with a smile and that really said it all.