Caskett – The Hickey
"Castle, what the hell were you thinking?! You knew that I had to wear a dress today, and what do you do?! Give me a god damn hickey the size of Texas on my freaking neck!" She exclaimed, pulling back the hair from her neck for a better look.
"Well, Kate, since I have never seen your dress, I would have had no idea that your neckline wouldn't cover it," he smirked over her shoulder at her in the mirror.
"Really? You're going to play it like that? You're not supposed to see me in the dress until we get married! Which we are! Today!" She placed one of her palms over her face and ran it down slowly.
"Yeah, we are," he sighed, his eyes glazing over and his thoughts drifting off into the clouds.
"You know what? Come here," she commanded, spinning around and pulling him closer to her.
"What?" He cried, startled out of his daydreaming.
In lieu of responding verbally, she just turned his head to the side and licked her way up his neck, then paused, biting down and sucking as hard as she could.
"Oh, very mature, Kate. Give me a hickey back in retaliation," he chastised, but made no move to withdraw from her grasp.
When she was finally satisfied with the mark, she pulled back and smiled victoriously in his face. "Now we're even, and look, we match." She raised an eyebrow at him in challenge.
"What? Did you expect me to push you away or be disapproving?" He shrugged, "Kate, I couldn't care less about having a hickey. I know that you gave it to me, and so does everyone else, there's a reason it's called a love bite." He winked at her.
"Yeah, I'll show you a 'love bite' later," she mumbled under her breath, turning back toward the mirror.
He kissed her cheek softly and murmured, "Do what you will, Kate, I'm more than happy to oblige."
She rolled her eyes. "Love you too, Castle."