"Katherine Beckett, we've got a reservation in fifteen minutes, hurry up," the writer called up the stairs before looking across at the clock, his foot tapping on the floor as he heard the floorboards creak upstairs. He hated hurrying her but he wanted to get to their restaurant and start their date, the date he'd been planning all day since she'd agreed to go out with him that night for another date. "Kate," he shouted up the stairs again before falling silent when she appeared, a small smile covering her face as she looked down at him from the top of the stairs. "Oh wow," he smiled as she walked towards him, standing two steps above him as he looked her in amazement. She was dressed in a mid-thigh figure hugging deep red dress that highlighted all the perfect parts of her body to perfection. "How did I get this lucky?" he asked as she shrugged and walked into his arms as she continued to smile at him, unable to believe that she was actually doing this.
"Dinner and dancing?" she questioned as he nodded and laced his fingers with hers, unable to stop himself from smiling as they approached the door together, the writer grabbing her jacket and draping it across their shoulders before they left the house. "Are you good at dancing Mr Castle? I didn't get to see your dancing ability when we were in a club last time," she teased as she began to press a kiss to his cheek, the writer's hand resting on her hip when she slowly rested her head into his neck.
"Well we all know you can dance detective," he commented as his hand moved down to rest on her ass, her eyes rolling as he beamed at her. "And we all know you can move that sexy ass of yours," he declared as they approached the waiting cab, the writer quickly opening the door and holding it as she stepped into the vehicle and sat down before he shut down and moved to join her on the other side, the car quickly moving away from their home. "I'm taking you somewhere for dinner and then we'll go and have some fun dancing, let your hair down and everything," he declared, holding onto her hand as she nodded and smiled, feeling like she was the luckiest woman on the planet. Enjoying the journey in a comfortable silence, Kate beamed when the vehicle came to a stop before the writer climbed out and opened the door for her, acting like a gentleman as she stepped out of the car and looked around her before following him towards a nearby building. Walking inside, Rick smiled as he led her up the stairs and stared at the waiter who was waiting at the top of the stairs. "Reservations under the name of Rodgers," he commented as the man nodded and read the name off the chart before taking two menus and smiling up at them.
"Please follow me Mr Rodgers, Mrs Rodgers," he smiled as Kate glared up at the writer for a second before shaking her head and clinging onto his hand as the waiter led them away from the menu restaurant towards another set of the stairs as Kate bit into her lip in amazement, unable to stop herself from smiling as they entered another room and finally approached a table. "Here's your table, we already brought out the wine you ordered Mr Castle," he declared as he pulled out a chair and smiled at the brunette who slowly sat down and looked across at her boyfriend who quickly sat down and stared at the bottle that was waiting for them. "I'll come and collect your orders in a minute," he declared before excusing himself and leaving the room, Kate laughing once the waiter was out of hearing range.
"You okay?" Rick asked quickly as she nodded and looked towards the windows to see the harbour in the distance. "Kate?"
"Richard Castle, I'm a detective, I live off Chinese take-out and yet here I am in a posh restaurant, in a private room with expensive bottles of wine and everything," she declared as he stared at her for a moment in complete silence. "My world has been turned upside down and if anyone had told me I would be running away from New York because someone was trying to kill me, I definitely wouldn't imagine living in a huge house with a famous novelist and amazing days and nights," she declared, leaning across to kiss him quickly before looking down at the menu in silence.
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"So detective, I was talking to your father and he told me that you used to be a wild child," Rick commented as he poured another glass of wine and looked at the brunette who was biting into her lip, desperately trying to stop herself from swearing as she realised that she was probably going to tell him everything about her bad days. "So Beckett, my beautiful Kate, want to tell me all about your bad girl days?" he teased as she laughed and fell silent when the waiter walked in with their main courses, the couple thanking him before he disappeared again. "Come on Kate, tell me all about your naughty past," he declared as she burst out laughing before shrugging. He was her boyfriend, why couldn't she tell him?
"I used to be really naughty," Kate whispered as he stared at her in amazement. "Tiny skirts and see through t-shirts, long boots and dating older guys with motorbikes," she declared as he stared at her in shock. "My dad hated it, he used to stand by the window and watch me arrive on the back of a bike with my arms around an older tattooed guy and I would just make out with him just to get back at my dad for something," she declared, the writer laughing as he tried to imagine the Kate Beckett he knew being a nightmare teenager. "I used to drink and muck around and do some really stupid things and when mom died I got a lot worse for a few months," she said quietly, her head shaking as she took a sip of her wine before eating some of her meal.
"You don't need to tell me anymore," he declared as she shook her head and smiled at him.
"I want to tell you, I want you to know," she stated as he smiled at her and squeezed her hand when he took hold of it again. "I used to drink a lot more and I used to have these stupid one night stands, I used to not even do a night, I would just find men," she admitted as she looked down and shook her head. "And I got my tattoo which my mom would have killed me about because she hated them," she stated, the writer smiling as she looked across at him, seeing the comforting look on his face as he continued to play with her hand.
"What's your tattoo of?" he asked quickly as she bit into her lip. "Come on tell me, you don't have to tell me where," he declared as she took another bite of her meal before glancing out of the window for a moment. "Kate?" he questioned.
"Always, I have the word always," she declared as shock covered his face. "I know, I know it's our word but it was something that I wanted so I knew to always remember my mom and also because I wanted to know that she would always be with me," the brunette stated as he smiled. "And then we started to use it so it's still the perfect tattoo because it applies to two of the most important relationships in my life and I would never regret getting it," she declared, kissing him quickly before letting go of his hand and finishing her meal in silence, knowing the writer was still watching her as he continued to eat his own meal.
"I almost got a tattoo," he declared as shock covered her face. "I even went in and got one drawn but I freaked out the moment the thing touched my skin," he laughed as Kate smiled and shook her head in shock. "I'm glad I didn't get it done though, Alexis would have been so embarrassed because I was planning on it being huge," he laughed, Kate's eyes rolling as she shook her head again, not surprised that the writer had been planning big. "I was young, stupid and my marriage had just fallen apart," he stated as she nodded slowly. "I wanted to do something new and cool and well, it was a week before I got arrested for borrowing the police horse," he declared.
"How on earth are you my perfect man Richard Castle?" she questioned quickly as he shrugged and leant forward to kiss her again, the brunette surprised at how openly affectionate they were being. She didn't do public affection and yet here she was, kissing and holding hands with her boyfriend in a relationship. "Want to get dessert later?" Kate questioned as Rick nodded and smiled at her, his hand running across her cheek as she smiled and looked at him. "I can't wait to go dancing tonight, it's going to be fun," she stated, her voice full of excitement as she moved away from him to allow the waiter to clear away their plates.
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Hearing her laugh in excitement, Rick smiled in amazement as the brunette continued to dance with him, their arms wrapped around each other as they remained close, her lips moving up towards his as they began to kiss each other gently while their bodies remained perfectly close. They were having fun and they were in love and new to this developing physical side of their relationship. Moving his hands down to rest on her ass, Rick looked at her in complete silence as she stared up at him in silence with the largest smile covering her face.
"Having fun?" he asked as she nodded, her fingers running across his cheek as he stared at her for a moment, unable to stop herself from leaning in to kiss him again as they began to move along to the music again. "You're really sexy when you dance," he declared before shaking his head. "I think you're really sexy whenever actually," he stated, the brunette laughing as she continued to dance, the writer taking in the movements of her body and the way her dress clung to her figure and her hair moved as she turned her head occasionally, the alcohol in their bodies making them relax more than normal.
"Want to head home? We've got ice cream," she declared as the writer nodded and found her hand, their fingers lacing together as they began to move out of the crowd. "I've had lots of fun tonight," she admitted as she collected her jacket and walked out with the writer, the cold air hitting them as he quickly wrapped his arms around her to warm her up slightly, the brunette smiling when their cab began to drive towards them. "How did they know?" she asked.
"He's been waiting around, I paid him," he declared as she shook her head and climbed into the back of the vehicle. Climbing into the back of the vehicle, Rick smiled as the brunette shuffled towards him, her body curling into his as she began to kiss his neck, knowing the alcohol and the amazement of the evening were allowing her to be more free in her behaviour. "You're very kissy today," he declared as Rick laughed and tightly wrapped his arms around his body.
"I like kissing you Rick," she said simply as she relaxed into the writer's hold and watched as they slowly began to approach their Cornish home, her smile continuing to grow as the vehicle stopped and they left the security of the vehicle for the wind that was starting to get stronger. Approaching the building, Kate watched as the writer quickly unlocked the door and moved out of the way to allow her into the building and stepping in after her, closing the door behind them. "I am going to go and change into something a bit more comfortable and then we can have dessert and watch a movie," she declared as she stood on the stairs, the writer nodding as he watched her kick of her heels before running up the stairs and disappearing from sight while Rick beamed. He liked this side of Kate. The free and innocent and slightly tipsy Kate! Hearing a scream, Rick quickly ran up the stairs and entered Kate's room, shocked when she ran into his arms and buried her face into his chest as he looked across at her bed.
"Kate," he whispered.
"They've found us, they've found us."