Hello everyone..
This is just a little one-shot that I originally wrote in the back of my general studies text book, edited a little and hopefully something that you will all enjoy.
Disclaimer: Everything and everyone belongs to their rightful owners, I am simply borrowing them for a little while.
Delicate
"We might kiss when we are alone
When nobody's watching
We might take it home
We might make out when nobody's there
It's not that we're scared
It's just that it's delicate"
- Damien Rice
Gone were her days of cowardice; of hidden feelings and false truths, the desolate sting of pain and heartache replaced by the wonders of coffee stained kisses and secret smiles. Her life was still haunted, tainted by the ghosts of her past, but now Beckett had something worth fighting for – someone to sooth the gaping wounds of grief and sorrow, a man so utterly bold and courageous with his love that even on the worst of days she felt strong and alive whenever he was near. The love of Richard Castle offering her a life like never before; fearless, reckless, and existing for them alone.
And perhaps, in an ethereal way that she couldn't quite explain, the world did belong entirely to them. At least, that is how it felt within the quiet hours of the night; wrapped up in the magic of a place far away from reality, safe and calm and created entirely for the two of them.
The days were tortuous, bound by rules and regulations, both forever conscious of what their love might do to those they so desperately cared for if it were uncovered before they were ready; if they let their guard slip and their secret escape. They were caught between two lives, tied up in deceit and trapped within lies that they hated, but all the time knowing that they were for the greater good. Knowing that it was still too soon, that their life together was too fragile, too delicate to be exposed to harsh criticisms of a world that wasn't quite ready for the truth.
But the night time, those sacred hours of make believe, they made every second of their wait worthwhile; the crushing torment of the day forgotten, forgiven, a distant memory washed away by roaming hands and deliberate kisses of love and lust and unimaginable passion. A place to exist not as Castle and Beckett – the world famous mystery novelist, and his NYPD detective muse, but simply as two people who were very much in love with each other. A place for Rick and Kate. A secret reverie for beating hearts.
And it was on such a night that Kate finally let go of the last crumbling stones of the wall that had imprisoned her soul for far longer than she dared to admit, realising then that fear had become an impossibility, that Castle made her whole in the most beautiful of ways.
Pressing herself ever closer to him, legs entwined and fingers dancing over the salt licked skin of his chest, she finally found the words that had been trapped within her heart for such a very long time; words whispered amidst the sweetest of kisses, illuminating the world with all of the wonders that were still to come their way,
"I love you, Rick."
End.
I know that it was just a short little one-shot, but I would love to know what you thought?
Good or bad, any feedback at all is greatly appreciated.
Thank you ever so much for reading,
Katie