Prompt by Tango Mike Charlie
Disclaimer: Castle belongs to ABC.
Waiting
He knows what their first kiss will be like. He should; he's envisioned it a thousand times.
It will be in the rain (or the snow, or on a clear, sunny day).
They'll be sober (or drunk on Malbec, or scotch, or four years' worth of repressed desire).
It'll be sweaty, passionate, and impossibly hot (or chaste, undemanding, and unbearably sweet).
Her mouth will taste like vanilla and vodka (or mangoes and madness).
It will be all of these things and none of them. The only thing he knows for sure is that their first kiss won't be the last.