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A/N: I was really sad after 47 Seconds, even more so after the promos for The Limey. This is my therapy.
I'm not a writer by any means, so please excuse any grammar errors.
Spoilers:Needless to say, if you haven't seen the aforementioned episode and promo, then don't read this.
Second Chance
Castle pulls his Ferrari into its usual parking spot at the underground parking of his condo building. It purrs to a stop as he kills the ignition. He looks over at his date who giggles while reaching over to pull him close, leaving no doubt as to what her intentions are.
"Let's head upstairs," Castle whispers into her ear. His date giggles again and nodded.
After stepping into the elevator, the door had barely closed when Castle has her pinned against the back corner, hands roaming everywhere, mouth attacking her neck. She moans and responded in kind.
Lynette… or was it Janet? Annette? Yvette? Bimbette? It didn't really matter to Castle. All he knew was she was everything Kate Beckett wasn't. Blonde, fun, care-free, slightly dim, ready for a no-strings-attached roll in the hay. It was all Castle wanted. Not to think. Not to feel. To just do and forget.
The elevator dings to indicate they've arrived at their floor. They stumble into the loft after Castle finally managed to open the door, mouths still very much attached together. Castle sheds his jacket as he leads his date backwards onto the living room couch.
Things soon got hot and heavy with more articles of clothing making their way to the floor. Lying on top of his date, Castle's roaming mouth made its way down her bra-covered chest when a sudden flash in his mind's eye made him stop short. All he could envision was a scar. A scar that while he has never actually seen, he knew without a shadow of a doubt, was there. A scar that was too close to the heart for comfort. Literally and figuratively.
Castle pulls away from his date to sit back on the couch. Heaving a deep sigh, he rubs his hands across his face willing himself to forget. Not sensing the change in his mood, the blonde sat up as well and saddle up against his side, one hand playing in his hair while the other made its way down to trace light circles around the zipper of his trousers.
"Why did you stop Rick?" She asks while trailing kisses across his jaw line. "I know you want me." She punctuates that statement with a light squeeze on his pants.
Castle shudders at the touch. Yes, his body was certainly ready and he thought this was what he wanted as well. But despite what he told he mother, that he can still work alongside Beckett knowing she doesn't feel the same way, he is finding it a lot harder than he imagined. The brain can think what it wants but the heart has a mind of its own, he though ruefully.
Castle puts his hand on his date's roaming hand to remove it from his body. "I just…" Castle started then stopped. Just what? Just got out of a relationship? While it technically wasn't true, it certainly felt that way. Just found out the love of his life has no feelings for him? Just need a time machine to go back 4 years and make sure he never met Beckett?
"I just have some stuff going on," he finally settles. "Tonight's not a good night. I'm sorry."
The blonde sat up and looked at him, truly looked at him for the first time, pass the ruggedly handsome face and saw the turmoil in his eyes hidden behind the charm. She nodded then stood up and picked her blouse up off the floor and put it back on. She makes her way to the front door with Castle following behind.
"Goodbye Rick," the blonde gave him a kiss before adding "It would've been fun." For a slightly dim one-night stand, she certainly was very understanding.
Castle makes his way back to the couch and resumed his previous position of having his hands over his face. He stretches and turned his face upward almost as if hoping for some kind of divine intervention to make his conflicting emotions go away. No more than 5 minutes passed when he hears a knock at the door. Assuming it was his date coming back, perhaps to pick up whatever she might've left behind or perhaps to tell him off for leading her on tonight, Castle slowly got off the couch and headed towards the front door again.
When he opens the door, it was the last person he expected to see. The last person he wanted to see at that moment. The woman who was everything that 'Bimbette' wasn't.
"We need to talk." Kate Beckett says without any preamble.
A/N: Okay, I know this is really short and I had intended to finish writing the whole story and post this as a one-shot. But I'll post what I have for now because 1) I'm a slow writer and it's getting late. 2) This is my therapy and I need to get it posted! And 3) That seems like a nice little cliff-hanger :-)
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