Wrapping
Words: 695
Couple: Detective Kate Beckett and Richard Castle
TV Show: Castle
Summary: He watched her, she seemed so keen on getting every piece of the wrapping paper perfect around the gifts, and it was rather amusing.
Disclaimer: Andrew W. Marlowe owns Castle.
Established Kate/Castle.
Slightly AU.
Drabblish.

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"Don't touch it."
"Kate, it's perfectly fine, you don't need to wrap it again-"
"Castle."
"Backing off."

The NYPD detective smiled to herself slightly, knowing that the author that sat less than ten feet away from her had recoiled like spring. Even after the pair had began dating, she loved the puppy dog feeling he brought to the home. He tried his best to annoy you into loving him even more, but recoiled sharply and highly unamused when he knows he's in trouble.

Though this time, after his sudden retreat, he did not stop at anything to continue to annoy her. Wrapping bits of ribbon around his finger, curling them before flinging them at her. Her haird had bits of gold and silver ribbon, stuck in between bunches of curls.

He watched carefully her carefully as he continued his torments, at the complete look of concentration she had on his face as she wrapped the large book. The NYPD detective was so content on getting every single fold correct; she was trying to create perfection.

"You're staring," she said simply, shortly after he stopped his flicking of ribbon.
"Really now?"
"It's creapy," she continued.
"So I'm not allowed to watch my amazing," he leant over and pressed a kiss to her cheek, "beautiful," another to her neck, "sexy," and another, "crazy," and another, "hot girlfiend?"
"Now you're being cheesy," Kate sighed, sticking the last piece of sticky tape onto the wrapping paper before turning to face him.

Richard Castle didn't know what it was, but there was a hidden meaning behind the NYPD detective's , mischevious, desire, he couldn't name it exactly, but it was there.

"I have a comprimise," Kate said, leaning towards him.
"Comprimise for what?" he asked.
"For you if you stop annoying me," she replied.
"And what would that be?"
"If you stop flicking ribbon," Katherine smiled, "I may just show you a bit of your Christmas present. The part that can't be wrapped."

The author's eyes widened, and he could have sworn she was trying her best to contain a smirk. Narrowing his eyes at her, he realised she was playing him.

"I hate you."
She laughed, going back to the wrapping Alexis' present, "no, I'm pretty sure you don't."
"You're such a tease," he responded.
"You're so easy," she replied with a small laugh.

Feeling as though the fun was over, he leant back against the arm of the chair to watch her once more. She moved on from the teenager's present, picking up the box of perfume that she had bought for Lanie. It went along the same way as the wrapping of Alexis' present did; Kate Beckett would fold then unfold the wrapping paper, making sure that she had every line perfectly creased before finally sticking taping the paper down.

The author didn't know why, but he found this funny. When it came to Kate's old apartment, the one that she had before she moved in with him, it was always a mess. She worked early mornings and late nights, and she never really had time to organise her things. Then when it came to her desk, if you touched it, your head would be resting above her mantlepiece before you could try and put what you had touched back.

He guessed it had something to do with the precinct being more of a home to her then her apartment had ever been.

"Well what do we have here?" the voice of his mother said, "making Kate do all of your work Richard?"
"She won't let me touch it," he answered his mother as she came into his line of sight.
"Because you make a mess of it," the NYPD detective smiled, taping the last bit of the wrapping paper before placing the box on the top of the pile.
"That is true," Martha laughed.

Rick smiled at the woman in front of him, who had leant forward to tape a card to the top of one of the boxes in the pile. His mother excused herself to her room as Kate leant back against the chair.

"So Kate."
"Yes?" she asked, eyebrows raised.
"About that compramise…"

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Don't ask what happened, just go with it, I have no idea either.

Sorry about the lack of updates for everything that I should be posting over the past two weeks! I've been on Easter Holidays with my dad and I haven't had access to fanfiction – probably because stupid me lost my phone in the Maccas toilets somewhere on Bourke street in Melbourne – but it may also be because I have recently posted my fourty ninth story on fanfiction and I'm working SUPER HARD on my fiftieth!

Eeek! I can't wait to post it!

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