"But what happens when that smart, sexy, sophisticated little girl gets lost in that ruggedly handsome renegade's eyes?"

~ Kate Beckett, Castle season 4 promo "Advice from Castle"

This is a series of Caskett one-shots inspired by the words of the day at Dictionary(dot)com. One of my favorite fanfic authors, Tech Duinn, did a collection like this about Dean Winchester from Supernatural and I liked the idea so much that I decided to start a collection of my own.

DISCLAIMER: If I owned Castle, the following ficlet would have been included in "Til Death Do Us Part".


Sylph

\ silf \ , noun;

1. A slender, graceful woman or girl.

2. (In folklore) one of a race of supernatural beings supposed to inhabit the air.


Castle sees Kate sneak out of the reception. No one else sees her slip out the glass door and into the night, but he does. He can't help but watch her all the time. It's like an addiction; he's been hooked since the first time he saw her four years ago.

He sees her go outside onto the deck of the Central Park Boathouse, where Ryan and Jenny had taken their wedding photos a few hours earlier. She probably needs a break from the insanity of the day. It's peaceful out there in the dark with the stars for company. A good place to get away from life.

Setting down his champagne, he follows her at a safe distance, not wanting to alert her to his presence. The chilly New York winter hits him when he opens the door and he breathes in the fresh air.

Kate is now standing at the edge of the dock that overlooks "The Lake". A gust of wind blows her hair back and she shakes it out behind her. She seems so radiant and happy and... free.

Castle feels as if all of the oxygen in his body has disappeared. She takes his breath away. She's one of those classic beauties, like Audrey Hepburn or Marilyn Monroe. There's just something about the way she holds herself that makes him dizzy with infatuation. He tiptoes closer, hoping to get a better view of his muse.

Suddenly the moonlight hits her in such a way that it causes her to glow with an ethereal light that illuminates her soul. If he didn't know any better, he would think that she's an angel. But she is an angel, isn't she? Maybe not the "attendant of God" kind, but the other kind. The human kind. She's the most perfect woman that he's ever met. Stunningly beautiful, incredibly smart, gracious, kind, generous... Angelic. Looking at her now, he realizes that there is no other word to describe Kate Beckett.

Jazz music filters through the air from the reception inside and mingles with the soft ripples in the water. She closes her eyes and starts to sway, letting herself get lost in the notes. Castle simply cannot hold out any longer. Giving into temptation, he approaches her quietly and then pulls her into his arms. She's startled at first, but when he twirls her around the dock, she lets out a lyrical laugh, which is quite literally music to his ears.

Kate puts her arms around his neck and he puts his arms around her slender waist. They don't speak; words would break the magic of the moment. They just smile at each other and dance the night away.


I have a really good feeling about this collection, so be prepared for regular updates! I'm in a "regular updates" kind of mood. :)