Hey, I hope you enjoy! I do not own Castle, but I wish I did!
What if Beckett and Castle really had had their proposed movie night? No secrets or anything like that in this.
Knock, knock
Castle hurried over to the door and pulled it open with a smile.
"Hey Beckett, come on in."
he exclaimed making no effort to conceal the excitement in his voice at her presence at movie night.
"Hey Castle,"
she smiled too, and walked through the door he held open for her, bringing another smile.
"What smells so good in here?" she questioned.
"Oh, I just thought you might be hungry,"
he said, "after all, we did solve a case today."
"True, but you didnt have to do all this!"
Beckett looked from the vegetables on the stove, and the pot of rice sitting next to them to the fruit and wine on the counter close to them.
"Oh, well, I didn't have anything else to do while I waited for you; my mother took off right after the ceremony and Alexis couldn't wait to go off with her friends. So I decided to make you dinner- and of course as we are going for an intense double feature, we will need popcorn later, no?"
Castle smiled and slightly blushed at her comment, and she beamed back, happy to know that he had done all this just for her.
"Thank you," she said, "that's really sweet of you."
she added a smile on the end, and Castle couldn't help but notice that she was seemingly very happy tonight, and he was already getting looks that she usually reserved for her morning coffee.
"So," he looked at her seated at one of the bar stools at his counter,
"Would you like some wine while I finish cooking our dinner?"
" Yes, please, thanks"
Beckett said, as he handed her a glass and turned back to the counter.
"Do you need some help with that?"
she smirked, pointing to the slightly smoking vegetables on the burner.
He gave a little "Oops" and turned from the fruit to turning the nicely browned peppers.
Finally, dinner was ready, and they sat down at the table to eat, talking through dinner about work, Alexis, his mothers newest play, and how great her last one had been, though the great part was Becketts opinion, for Castle, her holding his hand and offering to instead shoot his mother had been the great part of the evening.
Soon, they laughingly made their way over to Castles couch, and when Castle went to go get the movies, with the instructions to "Make herself comfortable", she took off the boots she had been wearing, and stretched out on the couch in her jeans, and light weight, drape black sweater that was shorter and tied in a knot in the center, leaving the ends hanging down over the dark red tank top she was wearing under it.
When Castle came back to find her laying there, and taking up the whole couch with her eyes closed lightly, relaxing while she waited, he stood there for a moment, watching her so peaceful, and open.
She had been so wonderful and open that night, none of her usual stress seeming to bother her.
She looked like herself, the person she would have been if her life hadn't been torn up by murder. He knew that person had always been under there, hiding from the possibility of more intolerable pain, he had caught glimpses of that person over the years, and tonight she shown through. Even though he had fallen in love with her pained self too, nights like tonight made him believe that they stood a chance, that he would get through to her, and they could be together. Happy. Forever.
Too soon though, he had to stop staring. She would wonder where he had gotten to, and would catch him looking at her. Not that he would mind that of course.
So he went over to the couch, announcing
"I'm baaack!"
and sliding the first movie into the DVD player. He went over to the couch, and as she started to sit up, he unconsciously told her
" No, that's okay. Stay."
he lightly lifted up her shoulders, and sat down, then layed her back so that her head was in his lap.
It was risky to be trying this, he knew, but he was so tired of waiting, and trying not to touch her; to give her space, that he just couldn't deal with it any more.
So despite the strange look she gave him, he stood his ground, and smiled when she settled back into him, and felt her body relax against him.
Soon the movie started, and their relaxed mood was gone though, as they shrieked in the semi-dark, the gore and sounds coming from the screen enough to have them clutching at each other in laughing terror, grasping hands in a way that had nothing to do with romance, only fear of the show.
After the first movie was over and it was only about 9:00, Castle asked Beckett if she was ready for some popcorn, and then went over to make it.
Beckett stayed on the couch, thinking about how she had never really done this with anyone besides her family, just let go, and lived in the moment, enjoying the companionship, and a little more than just that, of Castle.
She thought about all the times he had been there for her, through thick and thin, realizing how cliche, yet true, this was. Realizing that she knew he would always be there, and thinking back to all the times he had promised as much.
When he came back with the popcorn she smiled and asked if he was ready for the next one.
"But of course, detective, what, aren't you? Has all the blood scared you off? I thought you worked dead bodies for a living!"
he teased, as she just smiled evilly at him.
"Alright Mr. Castle, you've made your point."
she growled, laughing at his expression as he hit play with a little more force than neccissary.
As the second movie took off, he noticed her getting closer to him, holding him a little longer than needed at those scary moments.
And then when the movie ended, and she was still holding his hand and he turned off the tv, he looked at her and saw something shining in her eyes that wasn't usually there.
He stared, his eyes piercing hers, each feeling the other looking into their very heart, their soul; and seeing the love there. The last breathy laugh of the movies end hanging on their lips, they gazed far longer that usual, nothing to interrupt them, or cut them off.
Then, very slowly, Kate lifted up her hand, and placed it on his cheek, moving her thumb slightly, caressing him.
He leaned into the movement, and then, putting a hand under her chin, without breaking eye contact, leaned towards her face, his lips drawing nearer to hers, and then they touched. Both pairs of eyes closed, as the first light brush of lips, became slightly more, a tender, lingering kiss of wonder at what they had finally done.
One more light kiss, with hands brought to faces, before all the passion they had been working against for four years was brought out, as they wrapped their bodies around each other, falling back onto the couch in an exchange of all they had been longing to express to the other.
As they kissed, they were both so full of happiness and a sense of right, that when they finally drew apart, smiling with eyes full of love and want, that when castle leaned down and whispered in her ear to follow him, that it was easy to grasp hands, and with another light kiss, and more as they walked, head off to the bedroom to spend a long awaited night with each other.
Ok so this was after all my first story, so please review! I appreciate the feedback, and want to know if I should do more, either with this story, or others! Thanks!