A/N I could not resist making a one shot for the always episode so here we are...enjoy.
The creak of a swing, the sound of traffic rushing past, the sound of rain hitting the pavement. These are the only sounds that surround me as I sit here. The rain is pelting down and soaking my clothes, all the way down to the skin. I don't care, this is where the wall began to crumble and this is where the wall has finally fallen. The rain washes away the rubble sweeps it down the street. I feel a sense of freedom overtake me, my heart unguarded and ready to embrace love. Butterflies fill my stomach, I can't stop them no matter hard I try. I push my feet against the pavement and lift them up, the movement of the swing helps me relax a smidge. The wind picks up and as it brushes across my sodden clothes I feel a chill. I'm not ready to leave yet, I need to get my head into gear. Finally the past is the past, I have made her proud and now it is time for me. It has been a long time coming but I am no longer driven by that fateful night. I am now driven by my heart, it rules over my head.
What feel like hours pass, the rain still beats down, and my clothes now cling like a second skin. I am finally ready, I push myself up and just run. The world passes me in a blur as I pound through the water soaked streets of New York. I can feel the water splashing up, hitting my legs as I get closer to the goal. I don't know if he will still be up or if he wants to see me but I have to try. The clock in Madison square shows 2am, maybe I should wait till morning breaks. I consider it for a moment before my heart rules over my head once again, I push on into the night.
Finally a while later I can see the brown stone work of his building come into my view. I've made it, no scratch that we have made it. Four years in the making come down to the next fifteen minutes of this night. I pull the double door of the front entrance open with more force than is probably necessary but I couldn't care. The doorman who is sheltering inside from the rain just looks at me with surprise. It must be strange to see a woman on her own, soaked to the skin running around New York at this time of night. He goes to comment but soon stops and just says "good evening detective Beckett". I forget that he knows me, I have been here many times before. I nod before making my way to the bottom of the stairs. I take them two at a time, no point wasting time waiting for the elevator to come. At the top I stop to catch my breath, before edging my way to his door. I am knocking on it before my mind can even register the action. My breathing is still hard, I can't catch a breath but it is not because of the stairs. It's the butterflies they are going insane. I hear shuffling on the other side before the door creaks open, and there he is. I don't think he can believe his eyes, I don't let him register a coherent thought. I step forward into his space my hands cupping his cheeks. I tug him down to me and crash his lips into mine.
He is still for a second before he responds by deepening the kiss. My fingers thread through his soft short hair. His arms circle my waist pulling me closer if it is at all possible. I am drunk on his kiss. He backs me up using his hands on my hips, my back hits the door behind me. His hands are caressing my skin they sneak under my shirt. This kiss is like nothing I have ever experienced, it's steamy, loving and hot at the same time. He pulls back to catch a breath, he goes to speak I just place my finger over his lips and say…."I love you Richard Castle."
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