Okay, this is my very first fanfic so.. be gentle, please. Read/review
Disclaimer: Tragically, I don't own Castle.
Summary: What we all wish happened in that hotel room.
"You're not so bad yourself, Castle." He really is ruggedly handsome… what? No he wasn't. Well, yes, he was, but she had never though of him that way. It must be the wine, she thought to herself. She glanced at her wineglass, and then almost did a double take. It was her first and it wasn't even half empty.
Kate looked back at Castle, trying to figure out what her emotions were doing. She looked at his face, thinking about reaching out to touch him, then shook the thought from her head. No, she told herself. This is not going to happen.
The detective looked again at her partner, at his mouth, his nose, his beautiful... baby blue… eyes… She was going to lose it. She had to get out of there.
Kate then realized how long they'd been staring at each other and quickly said, "I should go. It's late. Goodnight." She got up and began to walk to her room.
Then, from behind her came a soft "Kate-"
"Goodnight, Castle," she said, cutting him off quickly. She loved when he called her Kate, but she couldn't tell where this was going.
With one last glance back at her partner, Kate closed the bedroom door and covered her face with her hands. What the hell was that? she thought. She wanted to go back out and say something, talk to him, but she had no idea what she would say to him. She knew that Castle would wait for her to make the first move, always being the gentleman, keeping what she wanted in mind, but she didn't know if she was ready for what that move entailed.
Kate stared at the door handle, debating opening it. She finally gave into whatever her heart was telling her to do, completely ignoring her brain. She turned the handle, a small part of her hoping he was already in his room.
As the detective pushed open the door, she caught the final glimpse of Castle's back as he entered his room and shut the door. Kate stood there, silently cursing herself for not opening the door a second sooner.
She sighed heavily, running a hand over her face and through her hair, and began to turn back into her room when she heard the handle on the door across the room turn.
They stared at each other for a heartbeat, the reality of their situation crashing into them, then Kate gave in.
She closed the gap between them in three long strides and threw her arms around his neck.
She didn't wait for him to speak, didn't give him the chance. She only smiled at the uncomprehending look on his face before her mouth was on his. He tensed for a second, then wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer.
They started slow, testing each other, then the kiss became more urgent. Three years of wanting and waiting melting into one incredible kiss.
Kate began to push Castle backward, into his room, toward his bed, without breaking away from him.
"Kate, wait," he's kidding, she thought. She pushed him further back.
"Kate." he said firmly, grabbing her hips and forcing her away from him, but keeping his hands in place, tracing little circles with his thumbs. "What about Josh?"
"What?" she said. He had this sad look in his eyes, like a puppy who just got his favorite toy taken away. "Who… Damnit. Oh damnit, damnit, damnit!" She walked over to the white couch and sat down, he hands covering her face.
How could she have forgotten? Because it's Castle, she thought, closing her eyes as he sat down next to her. Because you're in lo- No. Nope. You love Josh… Right?
Kate needed to get away from Castle. She needed to run into her room, get herself together. She felt his hand on the small of her back, for nothing more than to comfort her. Instead of running away, she sighed and leaned back, into his shoulder, allowing him to put his arm around her shoulders.
Castle was silent. It was strange, he had something to say for every situation, but he also knew when to keep his mouth shut, and she was grateful for it. She needed to sort out her thoughts.
"I-" she what? "I'm sorry."
"Don't be. I'm the one who should be apologizing."
"What?" Kate couldn't believe she was hearing this from him. "Why? You didn't do anything wrong. I'm the one who… who made it happen, I'm the one who broke the rules…"
"Yes, but I didn't stop you. I'm sorry."
"None of this was your fault, Castle," she meant it. She looked at him, then away quickly. If she looked into his eyes again, she didn't know what would happen. "I think I'm just going to go to bed." She got up, looked at him again, and then, without thinking, gave him a small peck on the cheek. "Goodnight, Rick." Kate walked away, into her room. She didn't open the door again.
It was around three in the morning and Kate hadn't slept at all. Se had an idea of what might help, but she wasn't sure if she could handle it. She went for it anyway, hoping she wasn't overdoing it.
"Hey," she said quietly when she opened the door to Castle's room. "You awake?"
"I don't think I've ever gotten less sleep." He was in the middle of the bed, staring at the ceiling. He looked like he'd been tossing and turning for the past four hours, just like her.
"Me either," Kate bit her lip.
Castle lifted his head and looked at her, then immediately shifted over to the right side of the bed.
Kate let out the breath she hadn't realized she'd holding, relieved at his ability to read her. He always knew what she wanted, but more importantly what she needed.
She walked over and slid under the covers on the left side. She snuggled close to Castle, burrowing herself deeper into the blankets. He put his arm around her and kissed the top of her head.
"Goodnight, Kate."
"Night, Rick."
They both fell asleep instantly.
