I neglected to mention in my last author's note that this is what happens when I'm bored and listen to way too many musicals. I've also noticed that while this fandom definitely knows how to find the alert button…the review button is really overlooked…I love you guys and it would nice to hear your thoughts on all this. :) Anyway, here's the next chapter as promised. This almost didn't happen btw, my computer was playing mean games with me. But it pulled through at the last minute so here we are! Please review! They make me happy! :)
Disclaimer: Maybe if I close my eyes and wish really hard….damn. nope, didn't work.
Katherine Beckett was exhausted, both physically and emotionally. She had been glad to see her old friends, it felt like it'd been a lifetime since they'd all been together, but the day had taken its toll on her. After coming so close to bearing her soul to the one man she might actually love, only to have every hope of him loving her back dashed, she'd wanted nothing more than to sit at home and shovel in the ice cream, her favorite sweet comfort food.
But she'd gone to see them. To visit the life she left after her mother's brutal murder. It had been her biggest dream when she was little. "I'm gonna be an actress!" she'd said to anyone who asked her. As she grew up, she began to pursue it more seriously; the thrill of being on stage was a high she never thought she'd willingly give up. That world was everything she'd ever dreamt and more. It was her home.
After her mom died, her passion for the craft dwindled before disappearing all together. The excitement was gone, her biggest fan was gone, and Kate couldn't find a reason to step back on that stage. So she didn't. She'd applied at the academy, and threw everything she had into being a cop. It suited her. She was good at it. The passion was there, even if it was only sparked by that horrific incident. She couldn't help wondering, if she hadn't become a cop, would she have gotten so close to her favorite author. Probably not. She also couldn't decide if that was a good thing or a bad thing.
She was halfway through her container of chocolate ice cream when there was a loud pounding on her front door. She paused, the spoon midway to her mouth. Maybe if I pretend like I'm not here, whoever it is will go away. The knocking persisted and after several moments of praying the mystery caller would leave her alone, she dropped the spoon back in the container and slowly trudged to open the door.
Kate barely had time to register who was disturbing her pitiful night before she was being pushed back inside and slammed against her door, someone's lips covering her own.
For a few moments she just stood there, too stunned to react. She wasn't unsure of who the man currently attached to her lips was, even without the quick glimpse when she opened the door, there was something about him that was uniquely him. She'd always be able to recognize it.
When it clicked what was happening, that someone was kissing her, that he was kissing her, he was already beginning to pull away. Refusing to let him, Kate chased after him, recapturing his lips and kissing him with everything he'd just given to her.
She wasn't sure how long they stood there against her door, making out like teenagers. But soon they parted, each breathing heavily, their foreheads touching.
"What are you doing here, Castle?" Kate panted. "I thought you were supposed to be in the Hamptons."
"I thought you were supposed to be with Demming. Turns out we were both wrong."
"How did you know I wasn't?"
A sheepish look crossed his face and he didn't reply.
"Rick?"
"I have a habit of sneaking into old theaters," he whispered.
Kate straightened, leaning back to create some distance between them. "You were there?" At his nod, she added, "How much did you hear?"
"You have a beautiful singing voice. You should sing more often."
She groaned and threw her head back against the door. "Oh my god!"
"Kate," Castle started but she cut him off.
"You weren't supposed to hear any of that! Oh my god!" she could feel her face heating up.
His hand touched her check and she started. "You shouldn't be embarrassed. It was the best performance I've ever seen. Thank god Gina had some left over business she had to deal with, or I would've already been in the Hamptons with her."
"Are you still going with her?" Kate asked timidly, eyes staring down at her feet, not sure if she was ready for the answer. When one didn't come she glanced back up to see the incredulous look on her partner's face. "What?"
"Do you honestly think that I would do that to you? Come here, make out with you and then leave with someone else in the morning?"
"Well, I—"
"You were always my first choice. If I'd had any idea you were actually going to say yes, Gina would've been politely uninvited. In fact, she was about twenty minutes ago."
Her mouth fell open. "You uninvited her?"
Castle nodded. "Which means I'm now looking for a guest for the weekend, any takers?" He smiled down at her.
She grinned back at him. "Well, we can't have you up there all by yourself. Someone needs to be there to keep you from getting into too much trouble. Besides, don't you have a book to finish?"
He grimaced. "Don't remind me."
"Though, we can't have you doing all that work without a reward…" Kate smiled wickedly and toyed with the collar of his shirt.
"And what did we have in mind, Detective?"
"Something that involves me, your pool, and a little red bikini…or maybe not who knows, it might be too hot to have so much "clothing" on, if you can even call it cloth—"
Castle's lips were immediately back on hers. She laughed into his kiss before letting the sensations overtake her again. It looked like Kate's weekend was going to be a great one after all.
When Rick's hands began pulling on the hem of her shirt, Kate broke the kiss. Not to be deterred, Castle trailed more kisses down her jaw and neck. "C'mon Writer Boy, there's a beach house with my name on it and I'd actually like to make it there before the weekend is over." Kate lightly shoved him away and sauntered towards her bedroom. "If you're really good though, I might let you help pack." Castle hurried after her.
Kate didn't think she'd actually get in packing done, at least not until morning. She'd pretended to be interesting in getting her things together and dragged her suitcase of her her closet. However, before she could get much in it, they were making out again and when his hands went to lift her shirt, Kate didn't stop him. The Hamptons can wait, she thought as they tumbled onto her mattress. This is much better than any beach house anyway.
Well there you have it! Please tell me what you think! :)
