Prompt from Punctuation Punk here on fanfiction: a scene where the "you smell like cherries," line results in a kiss.
"You smell like cherries," he states out of the blue, so randomly that it makes her look up from the pictures they had been looking at.
She almost immediately regrets it.
His face is mere inches from hers, blue eyes looking up at her, meeting her green ones. Almost instantly, she feels the sexual tension that's always in the air between them appear in full force. The air is suddenly thicker, and she struggles to keep her breathing even as she looks into the blue orbs that have always captivated her.
And she can't help it. She lets her eyes travel down his face to land on his plump, slightly parted lips. They look so kissable, like they're begging for the touch of hers, and she finds herself parting her own, taking in a careful and steady breath.
She knows she shouldn't kiss him. She knows they're in the workplace, not at all the appropriate location for a first kiss that she knows will release a lot of pent up passion. She knows that Ryan, Esposito, Montgomery or any other detective could walk in at any moment with information on their case, or a simple question for her or Castle. She knows it's a bad idea.
But she leans in anyway.
Her eyes flutter closed as she feels his warm breath right against her lips, can tell that there is only millimetres between them. The tension is palpable, the air thick, her breathing becoming suddenly shallow, just like his.
And then her lips are against his.
She's never been so nervous about a first kiss, she realizes as she feels herself relax against him. She instantly finds that strange, considering the fact that he's more of a notch on the bedpost type of guy. She hates him...most of the time.
Now is apparently not one of those times.
His hand moves to cup her cheek and jaw, his thumb running over the skin there. She feels goosebumps rise on her arms and a chill run down her spine, cursing herself for having such a reaction to even the simplest of touches.
Their kiss, however, is becoming anything but simple.
She feels his tongue run over her lower lip, making her open up to him. All ideas of pulling away, of putting an end to this before someone catches them, slip her mind as his talented tongue meets hers in an elaborate yet simple dance. The feeling his new, different and unlike anything she's ever felt before, in all the best ways possible.
It makes a soft moan escape her throat without her consent.
The angle is slightly awkward. She's bent over in order to keep her lips against his, in order to not break the hard and passionate kiss that their lips are locked in. But her back is starting to ache a bit, and for a moment she debates pulling away from him, or straddling his lap.
He makes the decision for her, pulling her flush against him.
Instantly, her whole body heats up, the electricity that seemingly runs between them making the heat pool deep in her core. She pulls away for a second, taking in a quick breath and letting her eyes lock on his. She sees the nerves shining in his, and finds herself wondering for a second if maybe she'd be more than a notch on the bedpost, more than a one-night stand. She decides she doesn't care, and dives back into the kiss.
It's just as another soft moan slips from her throat that the thing she dreaded most when they started this happens.
"Hey, we got a hit on the-" Ryan's voice interrupts their moment, his sentence cutting off short when as he realizes what had been going on. Kate can't scramble off Castle fast enough to make it look at least somewhat innocent, like she wasn't just straddling Castle in the precinct, making out with him.
"Are we interrupting something?" asks Esposito, as if the answer isn't obvious, as if the blush rising to her cheeks isn't totally giving her away. Not to mention the smug grin on his face as the completely different answers slip from their mouths at the same time.
"No?"
"Yes,"
She shoots him a look, a glare that tells him she's not at all impressed with his answer. He just shrugs, and she doesn't bother to argue. The boys know, no matter much fun she tries to deny it.
So she doesn't, and changes the subject instead.
"You got a hit on what?"
Later that evening, as they're leaving the precinct, she finds herself standing next to him in the elevator. He's standing closer than necessary, closer than usual, and she's only half surprised to find she doesn't mind the slightest.
In fact, she likes being able to feel the warmth of his body in a such a close proximity, so much so that she finds herself acting completely uncharacteristically.
She leans a little closer to him, letting her upper-arm brush his.
"You smell like Axe," she whispers to him, grinning as he looks down at her with wide eyes. She can tell he's surprised, and can see the hint of wonder as he looks down at her, wondering and hoping that he knows what she means. She nods her head slightly.
She's pretty sure the elevator doors aren't even closed by the time he has her pressed up against the wall, lips locked on hers in a hot kiss.