Disclaimer: I don't own Castle. I don't even own a castle, so yeah.
A/N: I don't know if you guys have heard (from what I can tell, most of you are from the US), but there was a snowstorm here in Europe today, so I feel pretty heroic for posting today anyway. So I hope you'll appreciate it, and I'll appreciate it if my braveness was repaid in reviews :)
Entangled in his bed, they talked and kissed until the sunrise brought an end to their shared magical night. It's sweet and heartfelt, full of confusing feeling. High on each other presence, post-coital bliss and all, they spoke freely in the dark.
He confessed to her things he never said before, about Jenny, about himself, his childhood, his parents, his life. And she listened. With her head on his chest, right above his heart, it felt like he could tell her anything.
"It's your turn now," he said, "Tell me something."
"I used to have a crush on you," she said.
He laughed, surprised. "Really?"
"Hey, don't mock me!"
"I'm not. I'm happy. Tell me, when?"
He held her closer.
"When I was interning for Lanie. I know you didn't see me that way back then. It's okay."
"I see you now," he said and kissed her.
They fucked slowly, lazily, taking their time as the sun came up. The act was tender and yet excruciatingly intense. Eyes closed, breathing hard, so close, their bodies fused into one as they came together.
He opened his eyes to see her smiling in his arms. Her hair was a wild red mess, and looked like blood against his white sheets.
She was so beautiful. He wanted her to stay here, stay with him, forever. But even now that she was in his arms, in his bed, there was still so much keeping them apart. There was just so much obstacles between them, so many things looming over them and menacing to burst their bubble. Her father, his job, their age difference, Jenny, and God, she was still in college—and did she even want this, whatever it was, to last, to be something more? Ryan had no idea.
Those were all problems he couldn't solve right now, but there was something he could do. Tell her the truth.
"I lied," he said, playing with her hair.
"When?" she asked, her voice so soft.
"With Javier, when we ran into you at the convention."
"About what?" she said, wide eyes so trusting it hurt.
"I—We didn't know it was you. When we came over to you, we didn't know. You were just so pretty."
She giggled. "Do you mean—like, were you trying to hit on me?"
"You were just so pretty," he repeated. "So hot and beautiful in your little costume."
"So I was right."
"What?"
"I could tell," she confessed. "I wasn't completely sure, but I had my doubts."
"Oh really?"
"You weren't being exactly subtle. All clumsy and blushing," she teased. "It was cute."
She drew him in for a kiss, and he could feel her smile against his lips. He took advantage of this occasion to devour her lips feverishly and make her as flustered as he was.
When she broke the kiss, he couldn't help but smirk at the sight of her flushed cheeks.
"So is that all? Was that your big confession?"
He loved her voice, so light and clear like crystal. He nodded and kissed her.
"Yes," he said, smiling.
She looked strangely relieved. Only then did he realized that she had been scared. Maybe as scared as he was. He cupped her face gently and made her look him in the eyes.
"Hey," he said, blue staring into blue, "you know this isn't some kind of shameful one night stand, right?"
She nodded. "I know. It feels good to hear you say it though."
"So, what is this?" he asked.
"I don't know," she said. "But it's definitely something. We'll just have to figure it out."
"Good," he said, and he kissed her beautiful lips. It seemed that he just couldn't help himself around her.
Next week, they have to face the real world...
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