It's Wednesday morning, midway through the month and spring is beginning to encroach on New York's lacklustre winter landscape. Trees are throwing off their drab overcoats of brittle bark and the spontaneity of colour is breaking through in parks, window boxes and flower tubs.
In the loft, spring sunlight garlands the room in gentle glows and warm overtones, the mood reflected in the couple still curled up together under the duvet. Castle, on his side is blowing gentle huffs of breath against Beckett's ear, her gurgle of laughter making him grin at the Detective who is still trying to keep her eyes closed though sleep lifted its comforting coat some time ago.
She turns on her side so she is facing him, eyelids mostly closed, a shadowy picture of his face glimpsed through trellised eyelashes and tendrils of hair.
"What?" she asks, though she already knows the answer as her finger traces his lips, feels him kissing the pad of her index finger before his lips trap it, his teeth gently nibbling.
"Colours" he says around her finger, which of its own volition has stilled as his teeth and lips gently play with it.
She smiles, opens her eyes fully and drinks him in, the tousled hair, the blueness of his eyes, the sweet smile curving his lips around her still trapped finger. She pulls it away, a pout his only response. She wipes her finger on his chin, runs it down his neck to the v of bone just below, where the other fingers of her hand join their companion and begin to draw lazy circles.
She sighs, frowns in thought a moment and then begins in a slightly husky morning voice.
"Cerulean eyes that meet mine each morning"
"Amber light shining through the windows"
"Silver lining to my every cloud"
"Tawny eyes loving you" here she scrunched her face up in dissatisfaction.
"Lavender, amongst my favourite"
"Emerald dress, for your pleasure"
She stops, shaking her head, but he is grinning at her, his hand running along her hip, up her waist, rippling across her ribs and back again. His eyes look at her in inquiry, so she thinks a moment before saying "Adjectives"
He chuckles, "Easy-peasy!"
"Beautiful woman by my side"
"Enchanting temptress in my life"
"Courageous guardian of my heart"
"Kinky cop can cuff me whenever she wants"
"Elegant of mind and body"
"Tough when she needs to be"
"Talented in so many ways"
She looks at him, shaking her head but unable to deny the glow she feels in her heart. He always wins these little word games of theirs, but he is the writer after all.
"So, what's the forfeit?" She asks and his answering waggle of eyebrows has her grinning. The one thing about these little word games of theirs was that in the end it didn't matter who won or who lost … they both enjoyed the prize!
AN: Who picked up on the lists of words? :)