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Eye Candy
Esposito was right. Mandy Bronson is hot, even sultrier in real life than she is on screen. Brown doe eyes, pouty lips, purple halter top plunging down to there. Castle doesn't say anything, but he's a little disgusted with Esposito for drooling all over the woman while his smart and gorgeous girlfriend is currently working a just few floors below them; he wonders what Beckett will think when she finds out that Esposito might not be as loyal as he seems to be. He, on the other hand, is single, and thus he is free to entertain as many fantasies as he pleases.
Like Mandy Bronson stalking up to him, unbuttoning his shirt with those skillful fingers, claiming his mouth with those hungry lips. Her tongue is hot, in contrast to the cool metal of the gold bangles that are now making their way down his stomach and lower still—
At that moment Kate Beckett walks into the room, and Castle feels a tight squeeze deep in his belly.
She's wearing his favorite sweater, that nondescript charcoal V-neck that somehow makes her look even more radiant than usual. He wonders what it would be like to crush her body against his, feel the softness of her breasts against his chest, trace her shoulder blades and her bra straps through the fabric.
In his fantasy, Esposito and Mandy have disappeared. It's just him and Beckett, alone. He's kissing her, and she's kissing him back with just as much enthusiasm, making that sound—that combination of gasp and moan and whimper that he's been dreaming about for the past two months. He'll push her onto the surface of the desk, sweep aside her soft, cherry-scented hair, and nibble at her neck until she begs him to have his way with her right there on the interrogation room table.
And of course he'll be the gentleman, as he has been lately where Kate Beckett is concerned. He'll get up and pull her onto his lap so that her back is against his chest, maybe wrap both of his arms around her, just where her ribcage ends. He'll press a kiss to the top of her head and to her temple, and he'll whisper in her ear that he won't make her a cheater, because he cares about her, because she's with a good man and he's willing to give her time to figure out what she really wants. She'll turn her head around to look at him, scrunch up her forehead in confusion, and then she'll laugh, that musical, airy laugh that he loves. She'll tell him that she already knows what she wants, that Josh doesn't mean anything to her, that he's the one who—
Esposito is saying, "Well, we don't believe you, Mandy. Maybe you should use your powers of persuasion on us, hmm?"
"Oh, yeah," Castle agrees emphatically, but Mandy Bronson is the last thing on his mind right now.
He may be single, but he's already taken.
FIN.