Rain pounding on cold concrete. It's late. Really late. And dark, except for the occasional flash of lighting and the soft glow of the crescent moon. He's exhausted. She's just had enough. It's no longer a friendly banter, but a struggle of emotions taking its toll on the two fuming individuals.
Angry words are exchanged. They're no longer thinking. Just reeling from the battle they've been facing since day one. Together. Tired of putting up pretense.
Hurtful glances causes tears to mingle with the raindrops racing down.
A slight breeze sweeps by. A shift occurs. They realize just how close they are to each other. To the brink of no return.
She opens her mouth to speak.
An apology? A witty remark? It doesn't matter, because he silences her with his finger against her lips.
She blinks away the tears. But it's no use. The rain blurs her vision. But not her understanding.
A comforting hand strokes her cheek. She closes her eyes and a silent sob escapes her.
His lips meet hers in a gentle stoke of affection.
And now they're fighting for dominance once again.
But not against each other.
Against everything else that stood in their way before.
A frenzy of emotions reflect those of their uncontrollable hands. Grasping for each other. Seeking that comfort they both crave to feel. To secure. To cherish. To protect.
Hesitantly, they both part.
"Beckett"
"Castle"
They both whisper at the same time. Eyes still closed. Foreheads meeting.
No other words are needed.
And the rain seized its journey to the ground.
But they didn't notice.
Because they never felt its presence.
Only each other's.
That's all that ever mattered.