A/N: So, here it is, the first chapter of the story I talked about on Prompts. I think there will be four or five chapter – I've written everything but the epilogue, but I still have to figure out how to chapter-fy it all.

Anyway. So this story was a mating between a plot bunny of my own and a prompt by SignedSealedWritten – 'A bit clumsy today, Beckett?'. I really hope you'll like it – it's my first long-ish story in like ever.

Reviews would be real shiny, flames will be used to convince Jayne to lend Vera to me. And you do not want to know Vera. :P (Also – Firefly. ^^)


Beckett couldn't have been happier that Castle was nowhere to be seen.
It gave her a chance to focus properly on the case. To be herself, and not worry about her act. She couldn't let Castle see how much he actually affected her everytime he was around. He knew too much as it was.
She flipped through the file, studying the photographs and data carefully. Who knows, maybe something had slipped her mind, while she was busy babysitting the writer.
But no, nothing. She was as stuck on the case as she had been before. Guess there had been no reason after all to stay until the late hours. Maybe she should go home.
While closing the file, she stood up and started walking to the boxes, where she was planning to put it away. However, before she had reached it, she sensed someone behind her and her detective-instincts immediately kicked into action.
She wanted to turn around and see who was there. But before she could make that move, that person had pressed her against the nearest desk and of course she knew now who it was.
'Castle.'
'Beckett. What are you still doing here?'
She wished she could say something better than 'Work', but she had a hard time both keeping her hands still and her thoughts clear, what with Castle so close against her.
He chuckled and his breath warming her ear actually made her drop the file she was holding. When she reached to pick it up, it fell open and all the papers fell out. That only amused him more.
'A bit clumsy today, Beckett?'
'Get lost, writer boy.'
Apparently she could reply to him Beckett-style without thinking.
'I would, but I rather like being with you.'
She shoved the papers back in the file (still trying to keep her hands from trembling – why did he have to stand so close again?) and when she was finished with that, he took it from her and threw it on another desk.
'We're all alone, you know.'
'Yeah, and if you don't move within five seconds I'm going to...' Her voice trailed off as Castle started to kiss her neck. She fought hard to keep from moaning. If she wanted him to stop, she had to make him think she absolutely didn't want this.
Which she didn't. Seriously.
'Castle, stop it.'
'Say it like you mean it and I'll consider it.'
Damn it, he had her there. Well, she could try.
'Stop!'
He pulled back slightly, looking disappointed.
'You're sure?'
'Of course I am.' It felt like she was lying. Why did it feel like that?
He took a step back and she, gratefully, turned around. Only to be pressed in the desk once again, Castle's hands capturing hers and pinning them tightly to the wood.
'Let go of me, now. Or my knee will be between your legs. I mean it.'
She didn't want to feel vulnerable, didn't like to be out of control.
'Whatever, Beckett.'
And then his mouth was on hers, and his fingers tightened around hers, and Beckett found herself responding to Castle's touch, pressing her body into his, all thoughts about anything but the writer forgotten.
He broke the kiss and refused to give in to her demands of more.
'I thought you didn't want this.'
Wait. He's right. She didn't. She started struggling against him again, but he merely tightened his grip on her.
'Somehow, I don't believe that. Never did, never will either.'
He just had to be stubborn now, didn't he?
'Let's look at the facts. I would use the murder board but you know, I think that if I let go of you now you'll slip out of that door and I'll never get another chance like this.'
She gave him her death glare. He didn't even flinch.
'You get nervous around me.'
Yes, but...
'You always pretend not to like me.'
How did he know that?
'You get jealous when I'm looking at other girls.'
Everyone would be jealous of those models.
'And all the time I've been here, you didn't really try to get away from me once. Yeah, a couple of times, but anyone with half a brain could see that that was fake.'
Wait, what? She totally could counter that. It was because...
'Also, I know you're thinking of protests. No matter what they are, I'm not going to buy even one of them.'
She wished she had a reply to that. Really, she did. But luck had it that she didn't, and that she couldn't stand that, either. And since Castle probably wasn't planning on releasing her anytime soon, she settled for avoiding his gaze. He took advantage of that and pressed his lips against her forehead. Instinctively, she shied away from the contact.
'Beckett. Let go.'
He wasn't talking about the grip she had, too, on his hands. She was clever enough to realise that. He kissed her again, but this time she could feel a hint of desperation there.
'Please.'
She didn't know who said it. They both had reason to. She felt his mouth move against hers, and her mouth moving in sync with his, and she couldn't believe that she'd held this from herself for such a long time.
He whispered one last thing against her lips.
'It's your turn now.'
And then, he was gone.