Pilot Flowers For Your Grave
"...just to be sure we're on the same page."
"Page?" We're not even in the same library!"
"Well technically..." he looks around, flicks his eyes toward the books and back again, smirks when her hands clench at her sides. Frustration looks good on her, a bubbling thing that brings hot, pink flashes of color to her cheeks. He's toying with her, he knows, she knows, and yet the steam is about to erupt from her ears. Uncontrollable.
She bites out the words, "There is. No chance. In hell. That we could ever be on the same -"
"Page." He laughs, shrugs. "Look, we're already finishing each other's sentences."
She growls, "Don't be cute, you stole crucial evidence in an ongoing murder investigation."
"You think I'm cute?"
"Why am I not surprised that's the part that stuck with you." She waves a hand, intent on ignoring him, and the officers at his back poke, prod, make him trip toward the exit.
The corner of her mouth quirks, enjoying it.
"Scale of one to ten, how much would you love to see me fall on my face right now?"
An arched eyebrow is his only response for a moment, his eyes tangling with hers until they fall, trailing the line of her clenched jaw. Her tongue swipes at her lips, distraction as she steps in close, "The desire I have for you -" he blinks, wide eyed, "- to be injured, maimed, or bodily harmed, is not quantifiable on a scale of one to ten."
He shakes it off quick, pushing aside the red hot flare that burned through his gut when her breath traced his lips.
"I bet that's not the only desire you have for me, is it, detective?"
Her fingers flicker to her hip and he laughs, loud, irritating her vastly becoming his new favorite pastime.
"You're right. I'd quite like to shoot you."
"Wouldn't you rather kiss me?"
She throws a terrifying glare over her shoulder when the men beside him snicker.
"Who would you like us to call to collect you, Mr. Castle?" Tone professional now, she holds the door and allows the uniformed officers to push him ahead of her. "I assume someone, somewhere is looking for you -" she mutters under her breath "- probably with a butterfly net and a tazer."
She skips ahead, pleased with herself.
"Ouch."
She swings around, grinning, "Oh, I'm sorry, did I dent your ego?"
"No, I was just remembering the time I got tazed as part of an intimate encounter. Research purposes of course." He lets his eyes go glassy, as if lost in memory, all the while watching her reaction.
She looks disgusted.
"You're disgusting."
He laughs delighted that he's read her right again, "I told you my safeword was apples."
"Just another detail I'll happily forget when you're out of my hair."
Out of her hair? Not if he has anything to say about it.
"So, remind me again, why am I under arrest?" He smirks as they leave the library, nodding to passers by as he practically skips to the car.
"You stole evidence," she throws up her hands, seething. God, she's hot when she's angry. "My evidence, from my desk in my -"
"Yeah, see," he laughs, interrupts just to see her flustered, this is more fun than he's had in a long time, "I still think it's cos I made you look bad."
