Title: Three Guesses
Author: fbi-woman
Rating: K
Type: Castle, Caskett
Spoilers: None really
Disclaimer: Unless I win a REALLY big lottery, none of the characters in this are, or ever will be, mine lol.
Summary: "Give me three guesses..." Written for a dialogue-only fic challenge. Just a short little piece.
"No."
"Please?"
"No."
"Pretty please with sugar on top?"
"No."
"Do it for me!"
"Maybe."
"Really?"
"No."
"But it's good research!"
"Castle, I'm not showing you my tattoo."
"Why?"
"Let's just say it's not in an easily accessible area."
"Okay, now you have to tell me. That was just cruel."
"No!"
"What if I guess? Give me three guesses, and if I can correctly guess where it is, you have to show me."
"If I do this, you have to promise to stop asking, even if you lose."
"Scout's honour."
"That doesn't work if you weren't a scout."
"Fine, writer's honour."
"Okay. Three guesses. And it can't just be 'ankle', for example, you have to specify which ankle."
"Oh come on!"
"Take it or leave it, Castle."
"I'll take it. Left hip?"
"Nope."
"Right butt cheek?"
"No!"
"OH! I got it. Under the right breast."
"What the… how the… damn!"
"Pay up, Beckett."
"I'm not going to strip at work."
"Fine. Chinese takeout tonight at your place, and no excuses."
"Castle…"
"If you really don't want to Kate, you know I won't make you, but you'll owe me one big time."
"No, you won fair and square. Just do me a favour and bring some wine, okay?"
"Oh, so you want to get me drunk before you take your top off?"
"Thin ice, Castle, thin ice."
"I'll be good."
"Somehow I doubt that… and stop looking, it's not going to magically appear through my shirt."
"You never know."
"You're impossible."
"Yeah, but you love it."