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Castle had to leave before Kate came back to the morgue for information that afternoon to go to a meeting with his publishing company. He really didn't want to go, he would have much rather stayed knowing that Detective Beckett would have been visiting the morgue again but, he had commitments and he knew he couldn't get out of this one. That didn't mean he couldn't see the detective later though.
After visiting Lanie at the morgue Kate decided to finish up for the day. There wasn't a lot more she was going to be able to do so she sent the boys home and would meet them in the morning. She just wanted to get home have a bath and relax.
As Kate arrived home, she found herself wondering what Castle had been up to that afternoon and why he wasn't at the morgue. Lanie had mentioned something about a meeting, so she figured it must have had something to do with his books. As much as she refused to admit it to herself, she had hoped to see him again. She couldn't quite work out what it was about the writer that had her so intrigued. She had not previously found herself wanting to spend as much time with someone as she found herself wanting with Castle. It was like he had cast a spell on her that she couldn't run from. Walking from the entrance of her house she made her way to her bookcase. If she didn't have Castle with her, she could still read one of his books while soaking in the tub with some bubbles. It sounded like the perfect way to end her day.
She had just pulled out one of her favourite books when her phone buzzed. Looking at it, she had received a text.
I hope I didn't miss too much this afternoon, Detective Beckett. But just incase, do you want to fill me in while watching that movie?
You just want to see me again, she replied back.
Yeah, is that a bad thing?
Kate smiled and thought about it for a while. She liked the idea of having a bath and reading a book, but the idea of spending some more time with the writer was slightly more appealing. She was a little unsure about it though, inviting him into her home two nights in a row. It wasn't really what you would normally do with someone you had known less than week. But he had been so well behaved the night before, and now that she was home she didn't want to leave again. She decided she would have a bath, put some comfortable clothes on and then allow him in to watch the movie.
She finally responded a few minutes later.
No, just give me an hour and you can come round.
Kate ran herself a bath and relaxed for about 30 minutes just soaking in the warmth, she then put on a comfortable pair of leggings and a loose shirt. She wasn't dressed up but she didn't look bad either. She had washed her make up off in the bathtub but wasn't sure she was ready for Castle to see her completely without make up so she put on just some basics.
She quickly pulled out some left overs from the previous night and had something to eat. She had just finished when she heard a knock at the door which she opened to a delightfully cheerful Castle.
Castle took in her relaxed state immediately, "I hope I'm not interfering with any plans you had. You know you didn't have to say yes."
Beckett smiled. "Well, my plan was for a bath and to read, something relaxing, you know. So, now I've had my bath and can relax with the movie rather than the book."
She opened the door wider to let him in, noticing that once again he had not turned up empty handed and had a bag in his hand, although she couldn't see what was inside and there was no real distinct smell coming from it. Castle immediately made his way through to the lounge. Kate followed close behind taking in the sight in front of her. She found the view from behind Castle quite appealing.
"So, have you eaten Beckett?" Castle asked, turning to face her.
"Um yeah," she said snapping her head up so she wouldn't be caught staring at his behind. "But I can see that you have brought something with you again."
"Well, I couldn't turn up empty handed, I had to bring something. So I brought ice cream."
"Ice cream sounds great, I'll just get us some bowls and spoons," Beckett said making her way through to the kitchen.
"Who needs bowls when you can eat from the tub? Unless of course you're not good at sharing."
Kate didn't immediately respond but as she returned with two spoons she made her way over to where Castle had made himself comfortable, placed one hand on his thigh and leant in close so her lips almost grazed his ear as she spoke.
"Oh, I'm very good at sharing Castle." As she stood up she dragged her hand slowly along his thigh and felt his muscles tighten.
Castle was left speechless. He did not expect that at all. Not only was her hand on his thigh, it had been high on his thigh and her lips were so close. He took in a gasp of air and stared at the detective as she picked up the remote control and took a seat next to him. Not too close that their legs were touching but close enough to be able to feel the heat from each others' bodies.
As the movie started Kate pulled her coffee table a little closer so they didn't have to hold the ice cream in their hands and could reach for it whenever they wanted some, but after what Kate had done to Castle, he had other ideas. The movie had barely even started when Castle dropped his spoon next to him and it fell between the side of the sofa and the cushion.
"Oh, I dropped my ice cream spoon," he said pouting his bottom lip.
Kate shook her head at him. "I'll go get you another one," she said standing up, but Castle had grabbed hold of her arm and stopped her.
"No need to do that. You said you were good at sharing. There's still one spoon here, I'll just share your spoon," he said.
Beckett turned back to look at him with a stunned expression on her face and all Castle could do was smile back at her. He was right though, she did say she was very good at sharing. But she hadn't meant sharing a spoon. There was a moment of silence before Castle spoke again.
"Maybe you're not so good at sharing after all then?"
"Oh, I can share," she said. He was not going to win.
She sat back down on the sofa, quite a bit closer than she was previously and she felt him sit upright and his whole body tensed as soon as her leg touched his own.
"Sharing a spoon and ice cream," Castle said, "not my place on the sofa." He was trying to make a joke just to calm himself down.
The heat from their bodies was electric and it wasn't long before Kate felt butterflies in her stomach. She had to really focus on her breathing so she didn't stutter while she spoke.
"Really? I thought you would want me to share your place on the sofa, Castle?" she managed to say calmly. There was no doubt about it, Kate was winning this battle. Castle was starting to feel very nervous but, he was loving every minute of it.
Castle swallowed unable to say anything in return.
"I just figured since we were sharing the ice cream, I should be a little closer. I can't have you eating it all yourself. I wanted to make sure I got my bit too." Kate continued.
She picked up the ice cream from the table and dipped her spoon in and held it out for Castle.
"What? You're going to feed me now?" Castle asked.
"I'm sharing," she smiled, not actually expecting that he would allow her to feed him. But he did. The next thing she knew his mouth was over the spoon and taking the ice cream in his mouth. He was taking his time about it too, taking back some of the power that he had lost to Beckett. He smiled as she stiffened next to him.
That was all the fun they needed to have for the moment, they were both aware that they other was a serious player in whatever game it was they were playing.
"We're missing the beginning of the movie," Castle said realising that they had not been paying any attention to it.
"Oh, yeah, the movie," Kate said settling herself back into the sofa but not moving away from Castle.
During the first part of the movie they took turns with the ice cream, each taking a spoonful here and there, back to feeding only themselves.
Castle had picked out a zombie thriller movie. He had almost picked up a romantic comedy but decided that he would save it for a later date. Who didn't love a zombie thriller anyway? Not only that, but he thought if it got a little scary, Beckett may have no choice but to curl into him to hide from the terror on the screen. And he was right.
It wasn't until half way through the movie that it really began to get scary, and he could feel Beckett inching her way closer and closer to his chest. They were already sitting close but he could feel her getting closer. He took his arm and placed it over her shoulder to make her feel safe, and he got a shock when he felt her hands grab at his hand pulling it in closer to her body, so that she herself became closer to his chest.
At one point, she had turned to hide her face in his chest. By this point, Castle was barely even watching the movie. He was too entertained by this woman sitting next to him. The amazingly strong detective was maybe not as strong when it came to scary movies.
When Kate had turned into his chest she didn't want to leave. He smelt amazing and was he felt like he would be a great cuddly pillow. So when she felt the movie was less scary, instead of moving away, she lightly placed her head on his shoulder, and stayed snuggled in close.
Kate left her head on his shoulder for the rest of the movie which he thought was rather cute, until he realised she was asleep, then he didn't know what to do. He knew staying the night would be the wrong move. Sure, she'd been extremely flirty but staying, even if he stayed on the sofa may have been pushing things a little far. He thought about carrying her to bed but then again, he thought that could look bad if she woke up while he was setting her down. He thought that would most likely just result in a slap to the face. His only other option was to wake her.
"Beckett?" he said softly. No response. "Kate?" he shook her a little and this time woke her. "You fell asleep, but I didn't want you to stay out here or you'll be sore in the morning. So off you go to bed, I can let myself out," he said smiling.
"Thanks Castle. And for the ice cream and movie, I enjoyed it," she said sleepily.
"What you saw of it. You were hiding through most of it," he joked knowing she was too sleepy to argue. "Goodnight Beckett, I hope to see you again in the morning. I'll have a coffee waiting."
Beckett smiled and walked Castle to the door. She knows he said he'd let himself out, but she had to go lock the door after him anyway. She watched as once again he made his way down the corridor, locked the door and made her way to bed unable to remove the smile from her lips.