Caskett + cutting the cake. From mrs_chanandler_bong21.
"You ready for this?"
The question comes with that curve of Kate's eyebrow, the slight pursing of her lips as she fights the urge to smile. She's leaning against the table that holds his groom's cake, a chocolate confection that she had the baker make in the shape of the Death Star without his knowledge.
As she predicted, Castle had lit up like a little kid at Christmas, wrapped her up in a long kiss that left her heart racing before snapping photos of the cake itself, both of them with it alone, and several of them together in rapid succession with his cell phone before she's able to get her giddy husband under control.
The fact it takes drawing him in for another kiss just happens to be an excellent bonus, though they are pulling away from one another far too soon for Kate's liking and the lack of contact leaves her aching for the uninterrupted three weeks of bliss in the Maldives that begin tomorrow morning.
But they have duties to perform, traditions to withhold that include cutting into the large five tiered creation which rests on the main table. The wedding planner Castle had hired in the final weeks of planning is hovering at the edge of the table with the knife in hand, looking as if she might cut the thing herself if they don't get a move on and stick to her schedule.
Kate can only laugh, teeth sinking into her lower lip as she tangles her fingers with Castle's, lightly tugs him towards the table with a challenge blazing in her eyes. She knows him too well, is sure that this moment will end with one, or both, of them wearing a good amount of icing and cake but she can't find it within herself to care.
She might be married, but Kate is still going to give as good as she gets and, being the bride, her husband has the benefit of going first and giving her ample time to plot her revenge.
"Babe, no you're doing it wrong," she's laughing at him, nose wrinkled up while Castle's lower lip protrudes dramatically. "You put your hand on the handle, I put mine on top of yours - we don't both have to hold the thing."
There's a dramatic huff that sparks the roll of her eyes, the lowering of his head just a fraction so that their mouths can lightly brush against one another in spite of the cat calls from Ryan, Esposito and the other members of the precinct that Kate makes a mental note to hurt once she's back from her honeymoon.
While the slicing of the cake goes without incident, the ritual of feeding her a piece of it goes about how Kate expects. Though Castle tries to be subtle, he's too careful in not telegraphing that he wants to smash the small piece of cake into her face. And at the last moment, Kate dodges him to the laughter of the crowd and the piece of dessert falls uselessly onto the floor between their feet.
"Sorry, honey," she says with a smile, using his momentary distraction with what just happened to pick up her own piece and put it squarely against his mouth and chin.
There's nothing but a stunned look at her for a long beat, Kate biting the inside of her cheek while she tries to hold in her laughter. And she does, at least until Castle tips his head back and lets out a long chuckle, snagging her around the waist to pull her against him and lower his mouth to hers.
And then she's covered in cake and icing, able to taste the sugary icing and feel the fluffy, creamy textures along side the scrape of his tongue against the roof of her mouth. The sensation sends goosebumps scattering over her skin, leaves Kate fighting a moan as she digs her fingers into his dress shirt and soaks it all in.
They are both breathless when they finally break apart, the catcalls and cheers resuming in full force as she laughs and reaches forward to wipe the remaining food from his face.