AN: This is one of my favorite episodes and since I haven't written poetry for a while, I decided to give it a try. I wrote this fic just for pure fun. I hope you have fun reading it, too. Enjoy! Please, R&R.
Disclaimer: I don't own Castle or its characters
First we see a dark and unknown place
then Castle and Becket, lying face to face.
Kate wakes up, lying next to Castle with her hand on his chest
"That dream again," she thinks to herself, feeling truly blessed.
The dream feels too real, so she smiles, and she beams
she is gazing at Castle, enjoying her sweet little dreams.
But she instantly feels his heartbeat, his warm skin
she hears him breathe and then sees his small grin.
She sees Castle clearly, not in a blur
he's actually there - right next to her.
Wide awake and confused, she looks side to side
"That's not a dream," she thinks, petrified.
"Don't get up yet. Stay in bed," his voice's a bit sleepy
as she looks around and finds something creepy.
She takes a quick look at her wrist
and she instantly gets very pissed.
She gets really angry, ready for a hassle,
seeing that she was handcuffed to Castle.
Sure that he did it, she wasn't to be kind
because she knew Castle and his kinky mind.
"Castle," she says his name in order to awake him
but if he doesn't get up she would gladly make him.
Her voice is so sharp, she almost barked
wishing she could hurt him or leave him marked.
He says her name and greets her with "Hi" as he opens his eyes
and she patiently waits him to wake up, or at least she tries.
She could easily wake him by giving him a slap
and quickly take away his sweet little nap.
Castle's half sleeping, and he feels a bit dreamy
seeing Kate's face, he thinks of something steamy.
He notices that even in his dreams she still looks great
while he is gazing at her - his beautiful Kate.
"Castle," Kate repeats, more angry now
"What," he asks, rising his brow.
"Stop saying what and wake up," she sharply insists
as he tries to move his hand and sees their wrists.
"We are handcuffed," he observes
but everything he says gets on her nerves.
"Kinky," he exclaims, looking in awe at the cuffs
she rolls eyes at him; "Castle, it's not funny," she huffs.
Apparently, he thinks that being handcuffed to her is pretty cool
and she just wonders how fate could be so cruel.
Castle finds it amusing, endearing, kinky and very, very nice
as Kate just wonders what she did wrong to pay such a prize.
Being cuffed to Castle for her is a nightmare
it's really uncanny and so not fair.
She is handcuffed to him but this time's for real
it's nice in her dreams, but now she doesn't see the appeal.
Castle thinks that being cuffed to Kate is arousing, hot and nice
and it's not like he hadn't dreamed about it once or twice.
But if Kate could read the thoughts in his head
then most certainly he would be so dead.
So, they are lying on some mattress and the whole place is gloom
and of course they start fighting about who cuffed whom.
"You think I cuffed us," she barks
"They look like police cuffs," he quickly remarks.
Handcuffed together but against their will
that's definitely a huge buzz kill.
Then Kate asks him, "Do you recognize this place"
as they both look around at the dark empty space.
And once again, Castle's imagination takes a wild turn
"this is where bad things would happen," he answers in return.
So, they are cuffed to each other but instead of start kissing
the next thing they do is discuss what exactly is missing:
Their watches, her badge, and her gun are all gone
and of course, so is his phone.
"I just renewed my contract," he says on a lark
"Would you stop joking," she answers with a bark.
She want him to stop joking - she is not having fun,
wishing at that moment she had her own gun.
That's just his way of lightening the mood
but her answer to him is most certainly rude.
"What's the last thing that you remember," she ask, trying to think
"It's kind of a blur," he answers with a blink.
"I think we were drugged," she takes a guess
cause the memories in her head are such a huge mess.
"Yeah, I think so, too and not the good kind," he makes another joke
taking the risk of getting a poke.
"At least she has one hand," he thinks, staying still
"and plus she needs a gun in order to kill."
She turns her back to him, pulling his hand
and it seems as if she's about to stand.
"Lift my top," she says with bossy tone
and his head gets almost blown.
These are the three words he thought she would never say
"Wishes can come true," he thinks to himself, eager to obey.
"I think you might still be under the influence, but okay," he quickly agrees
as he gets closer to her and feels her body lightly touching his knees.
His answer might be very modest - a simple "okay"
but deep inside he's jumping and screaming "Yay!"
He pulls her shirt up and sees the needle mark
"We were drugged," she says in a remark.
Suddenly, his head starts to spin
just by seeing her naked skin.
And even though he doesn't admit
he wants to touch her and tease her bit by bit.
So he gives her a sweet little taste
by roaming his fingertips all over her waist.
Kate feels his gentle touch, his fingers
and her breath hitched as his hand lingers.
Feeling his fingers on her naked skin,
she bites her lips to suppress a grin.
She feels and savors the electricity of his touch
it gives her goosebumps and she likes it too much.
"Now it's not the time to think for such things,"
she scolds herself, even though it stings.
She just have to stop him - she has no other choice
"You can put my shirt down," she says with raspy voice.
Then she turns around and ask him to think,
to share his own memories and find any link.
"What's the last thing that you remember from this morning?"
"Just don't say your naked skin," he makes a mental warning.
Even it's the only thing that's going round and round his head,
if he shares it with her then he most certainly would be dead.
"I was with you," he answers back,
jogging his memory on the right track.
"We were, uh, someplace seedy," he starts talking
but Kate thinks that he's just mocking.
"A hotel that rents rooms by the hour,"
he says as her frown deepens into a glower.
"Would you just knock it off?" she asks, sounding offended
her voice a little too high pitched than she ever intended.
She thinks that he's just trying to sound funny or shrewd
but his suggestion is just offensive and lewd.
So she wants to punch him or threat him with death
"Just calm down and don't kill him," she takes a deep breath.
Kate looks very offended by his suggestion
"Do I get a death wish," is his only question.
But it is the truth, he's not playing games
"It's where we were," he certainly claims.
"You called me and asked me to meet you there,"
he says as she takes a breath of fresh air.
She remembers being in a hotel, so it's not a lie
even though she just can't recall the reason why.
"I took you up to the room..." she speaks with soft voice,
and sensing what's coming next we inwardly rejoice.
"And then we," she says but trails off and then Castle repeats
then they make a huge pause, keeping us on the edge of our seats.
They just makes a pause that is way too long,
leaving us all hanging, and that is just wrong.
They look at each other, making googly eyes
as the sexual tension visibly arise.
"Dead body," Kate exclaims with such a huge relief
as we just stare at the screen with disbelief.
A dead body?! Really? How disappointing!
They were in a hotel and didn't end up boinking!