Things I come up with while I'm driving. Probably why I looked down at my speedometer and I was doing fifteen over the limit. Oops.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, just borrowing them for my own amusement.
Intense. Her entire body attacked the punching bag that hung from the ceiling of the precinct gym. Her feet bounced on the mat as taped hands made quick series of jabs at the red leather. Punches delivered quickly as she moved forward, back, side-to-side before spinning to deliver a kick to where her imaginary nemesis' ribs would be. Her workout clothes left little to his imagination and she had obviously been hitting the gym hard since he had last seen her. Her hair had grown out and was kissed by the sun gods. He wanted to sweep the humidity induced curls from the pulse point on her neck and press a kiss there, trailing his lips up the column to her ear where he would whisper sinful things around how much he missed and adored her.
Rather, he wordlessly approached the bag, his hands finding their place on the malleable material as she attacked the bag harder. His feet were squared with his shoulders as he steadied against her onslaught. He knew that she was fully aware that he was standing here and if she had pent up anger towards him, he was happy to hold the swaying weight still for her to attack rather than feel her wrath upon his skin. He had a feeling that safe words didn't matter much to Katherine Beckett when she was that angry.
"What are you doing here?" She asked through another attack that ended with her kicking the bag so hard that he feared she might have broken something. Dislodged at the least.
Many answers would have sufficed. Only one was correct.
"I missed you."
She let out a soft scoff of disbelief, "You had time to miss me between writing and occupying Gina?"
"Gina left before the first weeks end," He countered as he braced himself for another round of punches, "probably a good thing considering if she had stayed a moment longer you'd be visiting me in Rikers."
"Like I'd waste my time."
"How can you be so intensely beautiful and smart, yet so dumb and infuriating all at once?" He growled feeling the urge to take some of his built up sexual tension out on the punching bag as well, "Are you jealous, Kate? Cause you've got to make up your mind."
"Make up my mind?" She shoved the bag because she couldn't reach him.
He nodded, hardly keeping his balance, "You can't choose Demming and then get mad at me for spending the summer with someone else!"
"I chose you!"
Silence fell instantaneously between them. The only sounds were that of panting breaths as he watched her chest heaved as his mind played catch up with that last day. He was slow at piecing the puzzle together, "You... wanted to tell me something..."
"I broke up with him. You were leaving and... I wanted to go with you."
"I may be a writer, Kate, but I'm still a guy. It would have been a lot clearer if you had just chucked a brick at my head." He countered, "I was going to bow out gracefully and let you and the Tool live happily ever after."
"Rick Castle," She breathed as her lower lip caught between her teeth and their eyes caught. Her nails slipped under the edge of the tape and she pulled at it until it fell from her sweaty hands to the gym floor as she closed the gap between them, "when has graceful ever worked for you?"
"You're right," His hands found the place God had created just for them on her toned hips, pulling her impossibly closer as their noses brushed, "chaotic and messy works so much better."
Their lips brushed lightly as she edged in the final words, "You have no idea."