Musings of a Lady in a Red Dress by Starbuck0322
Plot: Richard Castle can't seem to get the image of that red dress out of his head. ***Post "Home is Where the Heart Stops"***
Status: Incomplete
This is just the start... expect some juicyness later! Caskett indeed!
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Precinct 12 is a buzz of noise and movement this hour. Although it is lunchtime, detectives, officers, trainees, and witnesses, flood the office, conversing and shouting. There is a steady hum in the air of ringing telephones, faxes and copiers. It is rare at this time of day but Detective Kate Beckett and author Richard Castle find themeselves walking down a vacant hallway.
He stops abruptly, lightly touching her arm. "How about dinner? My place. 8 o'clock."
She smiles at him, her eyebrow raising, and bites the side of her lip playfully. "What's the deal Castle? First breakfast. Now... this."
"Oh you're good Detective. Actually, I did have an alterior motive." He raises a hand placing it on the back of her shoulder, letting his hand gently slide down her arm, pulling her hand into his own. Fingertips touching, he can see there is hesitation in her, feel the silent shiver run down her back. "I was hoping to get you back into that dress. You know... get my moneys worth."
She pulls her hand away, blushing. "Sorry Castle, it was a one time shot." She smiles. "You were lucky to get me into it once."
"I was actually hoping to get you out of it too," he mumbles.
"I'm sorry?"
A smirk and he utters, "Nothing."
He avoids her glare, his eyes lowering, taking their time to trace her body. "But the dress was sooo you."
Footsteps fall behind them, breaking his gaze. Esposito pops up behind Beckett raising his fist in Castle's direction. Castle and him bump fists together, pulling back, fanning their hands together. "Thanks again for that Castle." Looking back at Beckett, Esposito heads down the hall, a jump to his step.
She cocks her head in Castle's direction. "You're not going to let this one go are you?"
"Nope." he says playfully rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet.
"I have a question for you Castle."
"Shoot." He gasps bringing his hands up quickly in front of him, raising them to his defence. "Figure of speach." And then grimacing. "You know what I mean."
"How did you manage to figure out my dress size?"
'Oh... she's dying to know is she?" He says leaning into her. A deep breath.
"The thought had crossed my mind." She looks away and begins her way down the hall.
"Elementary my dear Watson, a gentleman never reveals his secrets." He catches up to her, remarking on how her steps have quickened, adding, "You know I was serious about the invitation."
She does not say anything for a moment but she is smiling at him, a side glance and it feels like several moments before she utters, "Alright Castle, I'll be there at 8."
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