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Prompt 9: be careful what you wish for (Castle)

"I so wish I could kiss you right now," he whispers. A shy smile crosses her face but before she can duck her head in an attempt to hide her blush he's moving towards her, capturing her cheeks in his hands and pressing his lips to hers. She grabs at his lapels to steady herself after the initial shock and pulls him infinitesimally closer, while his left hand strays into her hair and he hooks his elbow around her shoulder. Slowly they pull apart, her bottom lip trapped a second longer between his lips, and their eyes sparkle as they begin to grin at each other.

Gates clears her throat.

Castle and Beckett jump apart, twelve inches separating them immediately. "Uh, sir, I... we... ah..."

"Save it, Beckett," Gates orders, Beckett slamming her teeth together just to stop herself from yammering on any longer. "Mr Castle. You had better treat her right, or I know eight detectives, five officers, and one captain who know how to dispose of a body without there being any trace left of it." Castle's jaw drops. "Detective? Keep a lid on the PDA in the precinct." She starts to walk away, and the couple's attention is drawn to the surprised faces of ninety percent of the fourth floor of the Twelfth Precinct, plus two very smug grins on a certain pair of partners.

"Oh, and one more thing," Gates stops to have a final word over her shoulder, a small smile playing at her eyes. "It's about damn time."