One moment – A thousand words
A challenge to see if I could create a linking scene between each Season Five episode.
One chapter a day until Season Six arrives.
Wish me luck.
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5x10 – 5x11
Significant Others – Under the Influence
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"But it's my turn to pick!" Castle's body vibrates with all that's planned, eyes alight with possibilities, voice riddled with glee. Glee and a slight whine.
"Yes, I realize this, but a night at the Four Seasons is hardly a date. A movie is a date. Going out for dinner is a date." Waving her hands around to the extravagant nature of the room, she attempts to make her point. "This, this is not date night material."
"Okay." He looks at the suite, takes in the champagne on ice, the strawberries dipped in chocolate and really does try to see it from her point of view. "I just really wanted to make it up to you! Not just cause Alexis was home sick. Or cause I couldn't say no to a certain redhead, but because you deserve this." He mimics her previous arm gesture, wants her to see that this grandeur is nothing compared to her. "This is a way that I can make it up to you. A way to say how much the last nine months have meant to me. Three quarters of a year, Kate . . ."
He leaves the rest unsaid as he steps closer to her; begins lightly brushing his fingertips along her jaw, before leaning forward and replacing them with his mouth, caressing her with slow, soft, hesitant kisses.
Some nights he lies awake and can do nothing but stare in amazement that she's next to him. That regardless of his past; his two ex-wives, a persona that–while exaggerated for the press–isn't exactly respectable; she still remains by his side. Forgives his foolishness, his frequent ability to act before thinking, and while he knows she may not be perfect–god knows they've both screwed up royally in the past–the fact that she's here, trying every day to be more with him; causes his heart to skip a beat. Wishes she could see what he does. "Please, can I do this for you?"
His words send a shiver down her spine and she lifts her hips forward as her body takes control. For a moment, silence descends until she jerks back suddenly.
"Hey. This is date night. You know the rules. You need to wine and dine me, buddy, before we get to the part where our worlds collide." Her reprimand is hardly convincing, as her hands attempt to find contact with his skin. Pulling his shirt up gradually until it's finally free; her fingers begin trailing through the dusting of hair that starts at his navel.
A shudder goes through his body that's anything but romantic. Ryan and Esposito's faces flash before him and he steps back suddenly. Damn them and their ability to screw with his head.
"Right, you're right. I've organized room service to arrive with dinner and a selection of desserts will also be available for after." Wiggling his eyebrows, he pushes the boys out of his thoughts. His body once again closes the distance as his lips trail along the edge of her ear, tries to get his mind back in the game. "After all we don't have to clean these sheets."
His suggestion leaves her on fire, heat coils low within, but she can't stop the small snort of laughter from escaping. "You're that sure of getting laid tonight?"
Playing along, he moves his hands slowly to the last button on her shirt, pops it open, and begins tracing random patterns across the sensitive skin of her sides. The electricity in the air intensifies, crackling with promise.
"Laid? I just wanted to have a picnic." He does his best to sound as innocent as possible, even though they both know he's being ridiculous.
Unhooking more buttons until he's ultimately freed her shirt; he slides it over one shoulder and can't help but suggest, "Before we start dinner though, there's a gorgeous Jacuzzi that has your name written all over it."
Moving his head down so he can begin drawing the silky skin of her neck into his open mouth, he pulls. Forcing the blood to rush forward, Castle nibbles firmly with his teeth as they both lose themselves in the moment.
As her shirt drops to the floor, she reaches behind, freeing the clasp of her bra, allows the material to join its counterpart. Lost on the floor. Ignored as he continues imprinting his love–for all to see.
Coming to here senses, Kate drags herself backwards. Smiling wickedly as she struts in the direction of the bathroom, before stopping suddenly. "I don't have an overnight bag!"
Holding a hand out as if he has the power to make her stand still, he moves within the room. Jogs over to the entryway where two small pieces of luggage reside. "I thought ahead and packed some items that should see you through."
Picking them up, he brings them over so they can be placed on the bed. Advancing forward out of curiosity, Kate can't help but release the zipper so she can see for herself just what he's deemed appropriate for a night away.
He watches intently as she sorts through the outfits. Her little nods of approval as she spots the practical garments, a slight darkening of her eyes as her hand finds the emerald lingerie that makes her skin glow, and suddenly her body twists in his direction.
"This doesn't match any of the clothes in here, Castle!" Pulling the object in question out of the bag, she holds it up for review. "I know you of all people know how to make an outfit look good."
Twirling the long blue scarf around and between her fingers, her eyes question him in her best interrogation stare. Snapping the material between her hands, he jumps slightly as his mouth becomes dry.
"I just thought since no one can hear you scream . . ." His up turned mouth, displays a flash of white teeth, as he captures his bottom lip for a moment in perfect imitation of her habit.
Chuckling at his horrendous use of movie cliché, Kate shows him how a master nibbles on one's bottom lip. Witnesses his features blacken with desire as he grabs the scarf and propels her forward into the bathroom and the awaiting hot tub. As their bodies rush to rid themselves of their remaining clothes, Kate catches a glimpse of herself in the mirror.
"You little . . ." Thoughts of romantic interludes, fly out the window, as she steps closer to the mirror inspecting her neck. "This is going to take forever to clear up. I'm going to be in turtle necks and scarves for a week or two." Turning to face him, she emphases her point with a slap against his chest.
Doing his best to look apologetic, he fingers the offending mark. "I'm sure that it won't last that long."
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A.N: Due to Polly Lynn's story Going Under, I can no longer watch Under the influence without thinking about scarves and hickey's, thank you for the inspiration.
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