A/N: This is my first story so I hope you enjoy it
Oh and I don't' own castle because if I did they're have been together for a LONG time!
Hair
It's her hair he's decided, was one of the first things he noticed about her. In the beginning it started out as a pixie cut. Deeply colored a brown almost reddish tint. It played off the sea green with flecks of gold that were her eyes and contrasted with the faint pink on her cheeks. Showed off the soft angles of her cheekbones. Along with the fact that she seemed to be one of the only people that could keep up with his train of thought and what she called, the nine year old on a sugar rush attitude, it really was one of the first things he picked up. It was her own style and made her look so much different from the past woman he had dated. Leggy, blonde… She was different, she was real.
As time progressed it got longer, growing into a bang that hung off one side off her forehead. He had always wanted to brush it back behind her ear when it fell, but, at the time, it wasn't his to brush back. It was Demming's. Even before Demming, if he ever tried to touch her he imagined he would've gotten a sharp "Castle!" that ended with him yelling "apples!" as she twisted his ear. Besides, at that point things were just starting to not be "just for the research."
When he came back from his summer in the Hamptons with Gina, it had grown, taking on a longer and lighter style. Beautiful as always, now taking on a more feminine look. It flowed over her shoulders, brought out her gorgeous eyes. The only negative factor was that he would find myself staring at he even more frequently. At her desk, in the car, at crime scenes, you name it. As always when he stared, she would notice. Look over and declare that "staring is creepy, stop…" Don't get me wrong, he knew that, but would also catch the small smile that she would try to mask when she turned away, biting her bottom lip. A gesture she knew drove him crazy.
A year later, everything was mostly the same. He would still stare, she would always catch him. However most of the time she wouldn't say anything. Just shake her head and keep doing her paperwork. It was routine by then… staring and coffee.
Now, two years later as they lay in bed, he, stroking her bed-tousled hair, her head in the crook of his shoulder sleeping peacefully, he smiles to himself while thinking of their journey to the present. Because as of yesterday she is now Mrs. Katherine Beckett-Castle. And before you ask, she looked beautiful, a stunning vision in white. He'd pretty sure the boys won some money with their bet of who would cry first (him) of course. But if you ask him, that's the look he loves the most on his wife (wife!). Peaceful, all the tension of the day had drained off her face. Gorgeous and relaxed, tousled hair and all. Because as of yesterday, he had promised her a life of never ending always' and the constant pulling of her pigtails.
Please R&R…