Castles POV
It wasn't supposed to be like this, but the feeling he had now could and would never be replaced. It had started off as a dare that neither took too seriously until it happened. He looked over towards her, she was beautiful. The loud roar of the club became a dull thud when he looked at her. She was dancing and chatting with people, her movements were fluid and she had a constant small smile on her face. Two tiny pills was all it took for her to let her guard down. It had come up in a case, talk about the recreational use of drugs, the collage years, who had done what. It seemed that she had been a good girl whereas Richard Castle had been a very, very bad boy. It was completely out of character for her to agree but he promised it would stay between the two of them and if there was any backlash he would take the fall. And so it began a night of drinking and sin and although it was very wrong he wanted Katherine Becket to let her hair down in the worst way possible.
From where he stood at the bar ordering their drinks he could see her mingling with different people. It was starting to hit her, he could tell. Her eyes were just that little bit wider, her hand nervously fiddling with her fathers watch, no doubt having a calming effect on her. After grabbing their drinks he moved his way through the pulsating crowd towards her.
He slid up behind her pressing his body against hers, whispering in her ear. "Miss me?"
She spins around her eyes meeting with his, a brilliant smile on her face. "And here I thought you had left me."
"No just left to get you a drink." He slid the drink into her hand, lingering a little as he did this.
"Another one?"
"Relax detective, you don't have work for the next few days you can enjoy yourself."
She smiles up at him through her lashes, sucking at the straw of the drink. He stands there just gazing at her. Her pupils are huge a sure sign the pills are starting to take effect and he knows that if it's hitting her now it won't be long before it hits him. It's amazing the feeling money can buy.
She murmurs in his ear that she wants to find a place to sit and he follows her blindly through the crowd. They find a booth that's close enough to the action to partake if they want yet far enough away that it's almost intimate. One of the bar boy walks past and Castle orders and few more shots of Tequila.
He sits and Kate sits beside him, a little closer than would be acceptable at work.
"I'm glad I came out tonight with you."
"Me too." He smiles back at her and brushes a lose curl out of her face.
She grabs his hand and traces her fingers over it. Her hand hovers over his for a bit before she moves in and whispers to him in wonder. "Do you feel that?"
"What?"
"That spark, the electricity, the tingle." She giggles and stumbles over her words, as if her brain is trying to describe her feelings but her words just won't let her.
"I think that has a little something to do with what you've taken." He smiles at her.
She shifts closer to him, her hand moving to his thigh. "No, no I always feel this way with you."
The waiter chooses this moment to bring their shots and he tips the waiter and with a smile sends him on his way. He lines up the shots and takes the salt gesturing to her hand.
"I don't know if I should be doing these." She grins at him.
He took her hand in his and looks up at her with a piercing gaze. "Come on detective, live a little."
He moves his mouth to her hand and places an open mouth kiss, keeping his eyes on her the whole time. He then takes the salt and shakes it on the moist skin. She laughs her head falling back exposing her neck. God this was going to be a long night.