Post epi 7x16
"Do you think we're crazy?"
Kate's eyes startle up from her menu, lips quirking into a grin, "A little, yeah, but what're we talking 'bout here, Castle?"
He shakes his head, drops his own menu and reaches for her hand, smiling, "We abandoned a perfectly empty loft in favor of a crowded restaurant, to eat food that pretty much guarantees we won't wanna spend time with each other in confined space for a while."
"Yeah, you do get pretty noxious after Indian food."
"Excuse me, Mrs. I can smell the onion leaching out of my pores."
She laughs and keeps his hand, though her nails dig in something akin to a pinch of retaliation. "I don't think we're crazy, I do think after being cooped up with the Castles -
"You're one of them now," he inserts with a happy wiggle.
" - and then those claustrophobic suits? Space might be a frontier a little too final for my liking."
He laughs, thumbing her wedding band.
"I like noise."
"Hustle and bustle."
"Yeah," Kate sips from her wine glass, eyes soft and heated and on him over the rim, "plus the risk of getting caught always makes you -"
His eyes narrow, expecting unflattering speed references, "Careful."
" - task orientated." She laughs at his self satisfied smirk.
"I get the job done."
She winks, "That you do, Mr. Castle."
His fingers trip trail her wrist, dance over her pulse, "I make it my mission to boldly go -"
"Don't finish that sentence."
He grimaces and she laughs loudly, the wine and the freedom, the delightfully eager husband, getting to her, flushing her skin. He goes back to the menu, perusing the hotness of the dishes rather than his wife.
"So this, getting caught thing?"
He splutters on his water, eyes flicking up to find hers. Bright with mischief, she stares him down, licking her lips before flaring her gaze off to the side.
Castle follows her look and hisses, "The bathroom?"
She grins, biting on her lip and he has to hold on to the tabletop so he doesn't climb across it.
That lip is begging to be set free and nipped with his teeth, soothed with his tongue.
But, damn her, her years of logic might be rubbing off on him, "Bathroom in an Indian restaurant might not be the most romantic of -" he jumps and his knees hit the table at the feel of something stroking his thigh, " - not that any bathroom is - ahhha."
She stands abruptly, "Women's bathroom is always nicer than the Men's, Castle." Kate drops her napkin, shrugs her coat onto the back of the seat, throwing over her shoulder as she turns, "If you'd care to join me I have another mission for you to mount."
She circles the table when he doesn't move, dragging her fingers over his shoulder, dipping to whisper in his ear, "We might never make it to Mars, but I'll take you to Venus if you show me Uranus."
She laughs as he snorts, but her touch is gone and stealth mode activates as he climbs from the table, trying not to walk like a tripod, though he feels like he's growing a third leg.
He slips into the bathroom finding no foul odors, just the pleasantly aroused scent of his wife. Her arms coil around him as she drags him into a cubicle with her, arching up to claim his mouth.
It's gonna be quick, it's gonna be dirty and his landing gear is fully engaged to dock with -
"Stop thinking about aliens," she hisses.
Castle growls into her neck, pushing her hard against the door, feeling the groan of pleasure rattle through her, "Just remember, we're not actually in space, so everyone will hear you scream."