A little one shot that came to me in the car. Changing radio station, an elvis song came up, and I had the first three words.
Disclaimer : not mine.
"Don't be cruel," Castle whispers against her ear. She's reminded of the boys' little stunt in Atlantic City and nearly laughs. She restrains herself because he is so not kidding, quoting an Elvis' song. It's a plea, a breathless cry for pity.
They are dancing at Ryan's wedding. She is the one who invited him. He didn't dance all night, eyeing her from afar, passing from Ryan's arms, to Esposito's to every cousin's present. She is enjoying herself, she wants him to be too.
But the love song caught them both by surprise. It's late now and they are tipsy. At least, she knows she is. They are dancing close, very close. In full body contact to be exact. Her dark dress against his tux. She couldn't help burying her face into his neck, exhaling her warm champagne breath, her lips ghosting his skin. Hence Castle's quiet demand.
"Sorry,' she whispers back, as she pulls away slightly. She puts a more respectable distance between them. She looks up and meets his eyes. He offers her a tight smile. He's blushing and she has to bit back her smile.
"Why do I feel like a teenager at prom?" He jokes.
"Maybe because the principal is over there..." She nods in Gates' direction, she just arrived. She tactfully declined the - polite - invitation but promised to drop by. The woman knows her politics, even with her troops. She's making an apparition with a present. A flute of champagne, congratulations to the newlyweds and she'll be gone. Castle's eyes move from Gates to Beckett.
"Do you care?" He asks. 'If she sees us like this', she adds herself the unspoken part.
"No." Her response is firm. She stepped closer to him again, as they move to the music. Just, this time, she's careful not to cuddle to him. Not yet.
The end.
