The First Sip
By: Naught-But-Mortal
Disclaimer: I do not now, nor have I ever, claimed to own the idea that spawned Castle.
Summary: Drabble. Written after the author of this fic noticed that Beckett (9 times out of 10) drinks her Castle provided coffee with both hands.
She has the strangest way of drinking coffee. It's as if her whole world ceases without both her hands around the hot warm stimulus that caffeine, so ingrained in coffee, brings forth in the who of her being. It's as if she can't begin her day focused on the blood, the gore, and the evil of humanity without that sip (and then gulp) of the fortifying liquid.
It's one of his favorites, the watching of her as she begins her day. It shouldn't be, so mixed with blood as it is, but he lives on her first sip of coffee.