He led her to his bedroom. She stopped in front of it and turned to face him in protest.
"You gotta be kidding me Castle! Your bedroom? Very funny! I'm SO not going to be half naked in your bed anytime soon!"
He rolled his eyes. "Geez you are a handful today! You need to lie even on a relatively hard surface. My mattress in fact IS quite hard because I cannot sleep on an all-too soft bed. It's the best location for the whole thing in this apartment."
He was tilting his head, waiting for her approval. She rolled her eyes and walked into the room. "Ok Castle. I surrender. So what now?"
She stood in front of his bed and looked at him. He grinned.
"So, you get undressed and settled in, I'm going to prepare everything and be right back!"
He grinned and left her alone, standing in his bedroom.
She looked after him in surprise. Prepare everything? What was he up to? But she felt foolish fussing about it anymore. Maybe he really just wanted to be polite. So, why not go with the flow? There was nothing that could happen to her, right? Castle really acted childish sometimes but then again mostly it was all just harmless fun.
She turned around to face the bed, checking out the size and making of it. It was a real big bed – well what else would she have expected? She unbuttoned her blouse and put it on the foot end of the bed. She stepped out of her shoes and then she pulled back all the blankets and pillows and settled on her stomach, wondering what was taking Castle so long.
She moved the straps of her bra down her arms and waited. Then she heard steps coming her way and finally just relaxed into her position and closed her eyes. As she heard Castle enter the room she peeked through one eye to see him carrying a towel and a little bowl. She fully opened her eyes, lifted her head and shot him a suspicious look.
"What's that?"
He chuckled.
"You're not so big on the trusting part, right? Don't worry that's just vanilla massage oil. Nothing to be afraid of."
He placed the bowl on the nightstand next to her and she caught a whiff of the vanilla fragrance. Darn. You had to give him that – he always seemed to think of everything. She groaned and gave him one last warning glance. Than she turned her face the other way and unhooked her bra behind her back with one hand.
"Better not get some oil spilled on that," she stated and closed her eyes, wondering if she would regret her action anytime soon.
Then he started to pour some of the oil along her spine. She realized with a little shock he had even gone through the ordeal of warming it. When he set down the bowl and started to spread the warm liquid over her whole back and her shoulders all she could do was completely relax.
He started massaging on her lower back, gradually moving upwards, his fingers working slow circles, the pressure just right. When he came to her shoulders, he moved both hands to one side, easing up layer and layer of tension. She felt herself loosen up under his grip and gradually relaxed more and more.