a/n1: so, after the promo came out, I saw how gorgeous Kate looked in Castle's shirt, so I decided to write this little one-shot. and it is very little. it's also my first Castle one-shot, so. enjoy. reviews are love.
Richard Castle as seen Kate Beckett in numerous amount of things. He's even seen her in a number of gorgeous dresses. But none of those can even compare to how beautiful and radiant she looks right now, in his shirt.
She's standing with her back to him, at his closet, buttoning up the shirt so it covers her almost modestly. She leaves the first two buttons undone, while the rest of them are completely buttoned up. She sleeves are too long and the cuffs at the end hang over her hands, he can just see the tip of her fingers. The shirt comes to about mid-thigh, where he drags his eyes down her legs.
When she turns to him, with eyes dark as night, even in the dawn of morning, he swears his heart is beating so fast, she can hear it.
"So it wasn't a dream," he says as he sits up, his comforter falling from his torso to around his hips. The bed feels cold without her body to help warm it up. He pats the part of the mattress beside him, giving Kate an assured smile. He feels like this is a dream. Her, in his bedroom, wearing his shirt, looking like a goddess. They had really done it, and he feels like because of it, he loves her even more. He's falling deeper into the hole he dug himself when he first laid eyes on her.
She trots over to him, then. She curls her feet underneath her body as she sits on the mattress. He leans up, and they're almost touching, he can feel the heat from her, but they're not in contact, not yet. "So you liked it?" she asks, looking almost shy.
"Yeah," Castle says, without a single ounce of hesitation. Boy, did he enjoy it. The feeling of her lips on his, their skin flush against each other, their hearts beating as one as she presses her chest to his.
"Me too," she murmurs, giving him a small smile.
That's when he does it, he leans in and kisses her, and her scent envelopes him. She smells so good; honey, vanilla, cherries, and most of all, she reeks of him. His scent is all over her. From his shirt to him leaving his marks on her, to the smell of their love-making. He feels almost triumphant, having been able to leave a trace of himself on her.
"We should do it again," Castle prods as they both pull back. He can see her eyes now, and the wanton look she gives him is enough to make him shudder. He has never wanted someone more in his life than Katherine Beckett.
"We should," Kate whispers in response as she rests her forehead against his, batting her eyes.
Castle grins, pecking her lips once more, her taste addictive; he's high on her, and he doesn't ever want to be cured of his new drug. He pulls her down atop him, his fingers tangling themselves in her lush, silky hair. It feels even better than it smells, because he is actually touching her hair, pulling her hair to bring her impossibly closer to him.
Only when she goes to take the shirt off does he say his last and final sentence before they redo last night: "no, keep the shirt on, you've never looked more beautiful."