See I told you the new chapter would be up shortly. Yes the chapter itself is short but still. I'll be back tomorrow with a chapter (it'll probably be later in the day just because it IS Christmas Eve and my family happens to love this time of year. So for those you don't celebrate, happy December 23rd; to those who do celebrate, Happy Christmas Eve Eve! (And for those who are curious about the last chapter, Tim Horton's is a Canadian Restaurant Chain that make awesome coffee, in my opinion)
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Enjoy 3
Beckett looked up from her desk as she heard Castle whistling in the break room. She knew that tune anywhere, she just wondered if he really knew it or if this was part of his plan to 'woo' her. Yes, of course, she knew that Castle had spent the last week and a half trying desperately to be extra sweet. The things he came up with were creatively adorable and she had to admit that they were very sweet and maybe just a little bit loveable but it was also quite annoying that he seemed to know her so well. So she finally decided that it was time to call him on it – the old fashioned way. Slowly slipping into the break room and closing the door so they had a bit of privacy, Beckett corned her pray. "Heart of Gold." She whispered just close enough to make him jump but not spill his coffee. He paused a moment before looking at her incredulously.
"Yeah, how'd you know?"
"I'm a huge Neil Young fan." She stated simply, knowing that he somehow already knew that.
The way his eyes widened and his smile straightened gave her pause. "Are you serious? Isn't he a bit before your time?"
"What are you telling me that I can't listen to music that was around before I was born; old man?" She tossed knowing it was get a reaction.
He noticed that she still hadn't moved from her spot at his side but he wasn't about to protest so he focused more on her words than on her body – as any good man did. "Excuse me Miss Beckett I cannot believe you are calling me old; I'll have you know that it is not about how old your body is, it's how you use it."
"Yes I know Castle and you sitting behind a desk all day is certainly conducive of a healthy body." She was just blindly teasing him now, there was no part of her body that she didn't like – of course she wouldn't tell him that.
One of those mischievous grins that told her she was in trouble grew on his face just before he grabbed her waist and pulled her flush against his side. "I'll have you know, Miss, that my body is in perfect condition." She almost asked him 'for what' but was distracted but his hot breath on her neck, sending shivers straight down her spine. Her eyes darted other the expanse of his face, zeroing in on a space between his mouth and eyes, frozen in indecision. To get lost in those eyes or to get lost in those lips; the never ending debate with this man, on which she was frequently battling with. Before she could make a real decision about anything, it was Castle who broke the moment but in a manner neither of them suggested. "You know, I have eleven of Neil Young's CDs just laying around at home if you wanted to come and check them out after work." If she didn't know any better, she'd think he was asking her over under some sort of pretence but she did know better and she knew that he really did want her to see his collection of CDs; what she chose to do with him afterwards was yet to be seen. It was that though that carried her thoughts out her lips.
"I'll be there at eight."
A/N: If you guys are interested in hearing the song you can find it here: youtube: /watch?v=sEbUtpPQihM
