Dancing around. Clad only in pajamas. While attempting to brush the pearly whites and lip-syncing to some song. It was perfect.
Lithe fingers reached out and tickled the unsuspecting prey.
"Crap!" The toothbrush clattered to the floor. "What are you doing here?"
"Crap? You gave me a key, remember? What are you listening to Castle?" Beckett teased.
Castle ignored the question by looking at the toothpaste smeared across his undershirt. "Does toothpaste come out?"
"Yes, now what were you singing?" Beckett asked, pulling the taller author closer.
"Nothing," he answered, reaching for his iPod which was no longer in the pocket as it was before.
"Looking for this?" Beckett asked waving the device in his face but not allowing him to catch it. "Let's see what Richard Castle listens to," she said, idly scrolling through the music.
"Kate, really," Castle protested but he was cut off by a laugh from the beautiful detective.
"Hey Mickey?" Kate couldn't contain her laughter.
"Its Alexis', Rick said, grasping at straws.
"No its not dad!"