GAH. The end of finals has brought to me this strange, short, something that came to me when I was watching [http:/www. youtube .com watch?v=rxVnGBswKwY&feature=related] Short, based on (The kissing scene from 3x13) :15-:20 but specifically the moment right at :20.


There's a moment, a primal moment of, of something in her eyes. Was it fear that he saw?

No.

Not from Kate Beckett.

But it is something very, very similar, a cousin perhaps or maybe an aunt. It took him until now, the early hours of the morning, to figure out what he had seen for that brief moment in her eyes.

He had felt her pull back from him, instantly missing the weight of her head on his chest.

He seen her turn to face him, angled so that her hand could rest lightly on the grip of her gun, finger curling slightly, ready.

And he, in a rare moment of absolute clarity, had too acted on instinct. Grabbing her hand and pulling it away from the gun, faster and harder than was probably wise. But nonetheless, he had done it.

And in that second, as brief as it was, he saw it.

He saw what scared her the most.

The reason behind who she was:

The loss of control.

He had taken the lead, directed this façade they were playing and, he mused, finally feeling exhaustion overcome him, that unnerved her.

What unnerved him, what was still keeping him up tonight, was how natural that kiss felt and the feeling of breaking apart, only to have her come lean back…it would drive him wild.


Hi.

I don't normally write these short pieces but tonight this just came to me.

Longer, Castle based fics might be coming if you all want.

Logicbomb.32