Title: The Four Times, and That One Time
Pairing: Castle/Beckett
Rating: K+, I think.
Summary: The four times Kate left Castle when she needed to, and the one time she stayed anyway.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. All I have is my blog and a Sherlock DVD.
Oh quick side-note. Thank you to the very first review-er of my first Castle fanfic. She/He told me to avoid using First Person Perspective, and—I guess as somebody who should take constructive criticism—I gave it a shot. I'm not really used to third person, but here it is.
1.
The ticking of Castle's keyboard keys secretly comforts her. She never told him that, but sitting in his study with a book from his collection was something she always looked forward to on a daily basis.
Tack, tack, tack. She paused her reading and closed her eyes, just listening, with a goofy grin on her face. But after a few beats passed, the ticking stopped altogether. Kate opened her eyes slowly, the smile on her face still in tact.
"Why are you smiling at me like that?" Castle said, feigning annoyance.
Kate shook her head, and looked down at her book. "Nothing."
"That's not nothing," he said, smirking. "What is it?"
She looked up and flashed him her teeth, shutting her book. "I like it when you type like that."
"Like what?"
"You know, when you," she said. She set her hands on an invisible keyboard and moved her fingers across it furiously, "type continuously, like you've got this single train of thought. I like the way it sounds."
"What, like this?" Rick ran his fingers across the keys, button-mashing. Kate chuckled from her seat.
"Yeah, sure, like that," she replied, nodding and resuming her reading.
If someone would tell her that she would one day sit on Richard Castle's couch, listening to him type on his laptop, writing a novel wherein she served as a muse in, she would have slapped him—or her—in across the face and tell him he's a liar. But here she sat.
She heard Castle's laptop click to a close, and he sighed. "So."
"So," she mimicked, closing her book and putting it down. "You wanna go to bed?"
He got up from his chair and walked—sauntered, more like—to her. "I've missed you, Kate."
"How could you miss me? We see each other all time," she said, winding her arms around Rick's neck and pulling him down onto the couch.
"I have to not see you to miss you?" he said, snaking his arm around her waist and pulling her against him. He buried his face in the crook of Kate's neck and planted a kiss in her hair. "I just miss you."
Kate pushed him lightly off her, and looked him in the eye. "I miss you too, Rick," she said before kissing him chastely.
The myriad of chaste kisses turned into passionate ones. His lips felt suddenly urgent on hers, his hands setting on her hips. Kate straddled him quickly; littering kisses everywhere her eyes could find.
When Rick planted a kiss on her scar, she gasped. She never really did get used to it—him kissing her there, that is. His hands tightened around her hips, steadily starting to gyrate her against him. Kate gasps again.
A vibration of a mobile shattered across the room. Kate hadn't realized her eyes were screwed tight until she had to unwind them. Castle groaned in frustration, stroking smooth circles on Beckett's hips as she settled on his lap.
"You don't have to get it," he said, kissing her lightly on her neck, her jaw, her lips.
"Rick, I'm a cop; I can't just not get it," she said.
Kate brushed the hair out of her face and reached for her cellular on the table. Castle sighed and ran a hand through his locks.
"Beckett," Kate almost-hissed into the phone.
"Yo, we got a—Oh, is this a bad time?" Esposito said dryly.
Kate patted Castle's face, giving him an apologetic smile. "What do we got?"
"Body. A fresh one. I'll text you the address."
"Alright, I'll be there in a second."
"Fine, I'll see you—And say hi to Rick for me. Sorry to interrupt your evening," he said mockingly.
"Shut up, Javi," Kate retorted before hanging up.
She turned to Rick to see him frowning at her. She kissed his bottom lip playfully.
"Do you really have to go?" Rick said, giving her another pout.
"Unfortunately," she said, getting off him. "I promise, we will resume."
Castle laughed, standing. He wrapped his arms around her again, kissing her forehead. "Stay safe, please?"
"I will," she replied, leaning into his kiss. "You could come, you know."
"Why would I want to follow you around, when you come home to me anyway?" he said with a grin.
Kate swatted his arm teasingly. "Oh, I don't know, maybe because you want to be around the woman you love all the time?"
Rick kissed her one last time before escorting her to the door, and bidding his temporary goodbyes.
He'll never get used to it, the whole "my girlfriend's about to catch a killer and I'm just sitting here" feeling. He knew he could come, but he was also aware of how she secretly didn't want him to. Enough about her possibly getting shot, just don't get started on Rick getting in the line of danger. His girlfriend… protecting him.
His little frisky detective.
Well, there's chapter one. :-) Ridiculously short. The other will get longer. There will be a maximum of 6 chapters. This is my first mutli-chapter fic, even if it consists of numerous one-shots. Thank you for reading, cheers!
I will be updating daily. So come back tomorrow! (hopefully)