School's been a pain in the ass. I hope you still like me. And I hope you still like and want to read more of this story (if so, do tell, it's good to know that my writing is actually good enough)
He steps into the Loft, intending on – somewhat – redecorating it for their date. Kate has gone to her own apartment to change into something nice and bring some of her stuff over, since she'll of course be spending the night. He thinks about how to set things up. The table near the glass wall is perfect to sit at for dinner, so he's going to set that up. And he intends on dancing with her too, so he'll push aside the coffee table so he can lit the fireplace and they can dance in front of it.
Perfect. And he'll make his bedroom ready too, lighting a few candles to make it a nice and cozy place where they can spend the rest of their night in.
His heart starts to beat faster. He's truly excited to have this time with her. Alone. Since they've been back they haven't had much time to themselves and he intends on making the most of it tonight. He smiles. He wonders what she'll look like, but at the same time he doesn't care. Because even in a baggy shirt and sweatpants, she still looks absolutely gorgeous.
He hopes she won't wear heels. If so, he'll make sure she kicks them off when they dance. He loves their height difference, they fit perfectly together, her head right below his as they hug. It's his favorite thing, to see Kate in her true self, her guard down, just for him.
It feels like having a secret all to himself. She's a tough woman, she's strong and badass. But at home, alone, with him, she lets go of her curtain. She opens herself up to him, her vulnerability showing. And he loves it so much.
And he's going to show her just how much he loves her. How much he worships her, how much he adores her beautiful body, her luscious lips, her everything.
He's going to make this an unforgettable night.
And so he goes to work, setting up the table at the glass wall, so they can have a nice view while they enjoy their wine and food. For dinner, he's going to make a fancy dish. Chicken might be a good idea, some rice and vegetables on the side.
Once that's done, he goes to work on the dancing part. He pushes aside the coffee table, so that the rug in front of the fireplace is free for them to dance on. He can't wait for them to take off their shoes, their bare feet swaying on the soft rug, their bodies pressed together as they stare into each other's eyes. Imagining it is already so amazing, he just knows the real thing will be even better.
He makes the fire ready to be lit, so that he can put it on just before she arrives. They've decided on 7, it's 5 now. Enough time to get things ready and start cooking. Once that is done, he walks to the bedroom. He finds some candles in one of his closet drawers and puts them all around the room. He'll light them up later, once he's done cooking. He pushes in one of Coltrane's CD's in the CD player. He'll start that later too.
Once done there, he looks the room over, muttering a "Perfect." at the sight.
He still has quite some time, so he decides to take a shower, get fresh and ready. He wants to look his best for her, but not make it difficult, so he decides on a dark red v-neck shirt and some dark jeans. He notices that he has some scruff and he wonders if he should shave or not. He decides not to, merely because he kind of likes it right now. Or maybe he just wants to know what Kate thinks of it first.
After being completely done, it's 6:15. Perfect time to start dinner. He feels his stomach flipping a little, butterflies erupting inside it. He's excited.
She's standing in front of her closet. She just took a shower. Her hair is still wrapped in a towel, her body wrapped in another. She wonders what to wear.
She wants to go for a dress. It's a fancy dinner after all, so she should be dressed fancy. Yes. Plus, it'll be nice to have him pull down that zipper to get her out of it. The thought already makes her stomach flip and she agrees with herself. Perfect idea.
She finds a dark red dress. She remembers it's a beautiful one, it falling right above her knees. It has a waistband, so that it accentuates her chest. It has thick straps, falls perfectly over her chest, revealing some cleavage but not too much. She smiles. Not to mention that it's open at the back, a cut out that ends just at her lower back.
It's a perfect amount of tease.
She changes into it. It's been a while since she wore this one, but it still fits her perfectly. She settles for suede black ankle boots. She goes for light make up, knows that she doesn't have to work so hard for him. Like he said, he loves her without make up. But she does want to wear some, so she settles for a good foundation, a bit of blush, a thin line of eyeliner and some mascara.
She hesitates on how to wear her hair. She loves it when his hands stroke through it, she can already imagine it happening tonight, and a warmth settles in her stomach at that thought.
But she loves it more when he has to work for it.
So she decides on a high ponytail with a few loose strands at the sides, already imagining him having to pull the elastic away, her hair falling down her back, his hands finding their way into it immediately, grabbing it and gently pulling her head back to kiss her neck. Goosebumps erupt on her arms. Yes. Perfect.
She's excited.
So excited her stomach is already doing flip flops at the thought of seeing him again. To get to his loft and knock on the door. The anticipation already kills her. It'll just be the two of them. A nice night, dinner and dancing and- other activities. She smiles, can't wait.
It's going to be a perfect night.
She's on the elevator, it's slowly rising up and doing absolutely nothing for the beating of her heart. She's excited. To see him again. To have a night alone with him. To be in his arms again. She's only been gone from him for a few hours, and she's already so ready to see him again.
The elevator arrives at his floor, and she takes a deep breath. Stepping off of it, she walks to his door, her heart beating faster and faster. Damn. She might pounce on him right away.
No. Dinner first. But maybe after. She chuckles internally.
She knocks on the door, waiting for the door to open. And after a few seconds, it does. They're both greeted with a wonderful sight. He looks amazing, his clothes casual and, well,- v necks do things to her. She smiles brightly.
She looks absolutely gorgeous. The dress is beautiful, accentuating her every curve. His eyes roam over her body, mouth almost opening in shock. Her hair is perfectly tied back, she looks amazing.
"Hi." She says, smiling, almost chuckling at his reaction.
He clears his throat then. "You look beautiful."
She finds herself heating up at his reply, her face burning up "Thank you. You're not so bad yourself." She says as she lets her eyes wander over him.
"Come in." He says, stepping back and so she does.
She laughs as she steps in, laying her clutch on the table next to the door.
"What?" He asks her, chuckling.
"I just- this feels so, official."
"Well it is official." He replies.
"I know, but, in a weird, kind of awkward way." She chuckles. "Like we've never done this before."
Castle thinks for a moment. "Let me break the ice." He says, his right arm coming around his hips, settling on her lower back – oh shit, he feels naked skin – and his lips descend on hers.
She moans in shock- and then pleasure, her hand flying to his neck to hold on as his lips move over hers. She relaxes against him, smiling into the kiss as she enjoys his movements. His lips so soft, he gently sucks her lower lip and then nips it, her mind turning black. His thumb gently strokes her naked back in the meantime, sending a tingle up her spine.
She moans again and he gently brings them back down to the moment, his kiss slowing down until his lips leave hers. She's grateful for his hand at her lower back, holding her up. She's a little dizzy.
"Hey." He says again, his eyes sparkling.
He chuckles as her eyes open, hazy and unfocussed. "Hi." She smiles.
"You ready to start this date?" He asks her and she nods, her hands letting go of his shirt. When have her hands gone in front to fist his shirt? Maybe during those few seconds she felt like she blacked out, probably trying to hold herself up. She laughs, smoothing out his shirt again.
"So what do you have planned for me?" She asks as she lets go of him.
"Hmm, you'll just have to wait and see." He says, giving her a quick peck on the lips before he grabs her hand, guiding her to the set table. "Dinner first." He smiles.
He walks them over to the table. It's beautifully decorated, two glasses of red wine already awaiting them. She smiles, and he helps her sit down by holding her chair for her. Ever the gentleman.
The awkwardness she'd felt before quickly changes into intense comfort as they eat dinner. Though she does feel a certain tension between them, but it's an easy, passionate one. She can't keep her eyes off him. The dark red shirt makes his beautiful light blue eyes pop out. Not to mention the scruff on his face, it looks extremely handsome.
They talk about some memories from their time together, laughing at the things they've been through. They admit to their jealousy at times, talk about their near death experiences, the funniest murders they've experienced. They fall into a steady rhythm and it feels right, both completely content to sit with each other, and eat together as they sip their wine.
She looks absolutely, utterly gorgeous and he can't keep his eyes off her. Her make-up is light, just the way he likes it, and the dress looks absolutely stunning. He has to chuckle internally that they're both wearing dark red by coincidence. But the dark red looks perfect with her hazel eyes, the green laced with sparkles because of the fireplace flickering in them. He's completely mesmerized by her, can't remember a time he's been so incredibly captivated by a woman. Nor does he think he'll ever experience it like this again.
He doesn't understand how she can be so vulnerable, so insecure. He's still surprised by the thought of her wanting to be enough for him, because he feels that he isn't enough for her. She's so amazing, and he doesn't understand how she could be with someone like him. After his playboy persona phase, he never thought she'd ever let him in. Not to mention how he frustrates her at times, he can be a little childish. But for whatever reason, it seems to ignite something within her. He can see the effect he has on her. For some reason, it feels like he does something for her. Not to mention the effect she's had on him. And he doesn't understand how she doesn't see how much he actually needs her. How she's changed him, how he wants to be the best man he can possibly be for her.
He wants to spend the rest of his life with her.
They've finished their dinner and are now chatting the hours away while drinking some more wine. He smiles at her and she smiles back, her smile ever so perfect.
"Wanna dance?" He asks her then, standing up and reaching out his hand for her. She gladly takes it, standing up with him and they walk over to the rug in front of the fireplace.
He grabs the remote, pressing play and Coltrane fills the air.
Kate gasps "Oh, Castle, I love Coltrane."
"I thought you would." He says, turning around and smiling at her. She's taken off her shoes, her perfect bare feet planted firmly on the soft rug.
And he wants to do the same. He pulls off his shoes, jumping a little in clumsiness and she laughs. Once he gets them off, he stands fully again, sighing.
Their eyes connect, the fireplace flickering in the beautiful colors of their eyes, smiles appearing on their faces as some magnetic pull pulls them together and they meet in the middle. Her arms rest on his shoulders, her fingers interlacing between his neck and his hands settle on her lower back, his thumb gently tracing her naked skin. They start to sway to the amazing music.
"You look so, so beautiful." He admits to her then and she feels her cheeks heating, butterflies fluttering around in her stomach. Her head ducks down in shyness and his right hand finds her chin, his finger gently pushing it up to see her eyes.
"I mean it. You're amazing, Kate. I feel so blessed to have this moment with you, blessed to have had the amazing moments we've shared in the past week. To quote you on the end of our first day, I really had no idea." He smiles lovingly.
She smiles, his words feeding her, replacing her insecure thoughts. She leans forward, gently placing her lips on his, the warmth of his lips shooting straight through her body, warming up her insides. Her body melts, her limbs relaxing completely and she wants to bathe in this moment forever.
She gently pulls back, their lips disconnecting and wants to keep her eyes closed, revel in the feelings she's experiencing. She gently steps forward, resting her right cheek against his chest, her ear hearing his relaxed heartbeat.
He's still tingling with warmth from that kiss. His whole body is completely relaxed, and he feels her stepping forward, resting her cheek against him and he can't help but love their height difference. He loves that, with their shoes off, she fits against him perfectly. Her hands have come around his back, and he rests his chin on her head. They fit together perfectly.
They continue to sway gently to the music, his hand gently stroking her back. His fingers tingle with the warmth of her skin, his hand gently tracing her spine up and down. He feels her shiver a little and smiles, his eyes closing as he revels in their connected bodies, the soft rug against their feet, the warmth from the fireplace. He never wants to let her go.
She pushes back then, looking up to him and their eyes connect once again. She smiles, her hand reaching out for his cheek, stroking the scruff that's appeared on it.
"Hmm, I like it." She says.
He smiles as well "I'm glad you do."
She bends forward, gently resting her lips on his, sighing into it. His arms come around her fully, gently pulling her into him, as close as possible and she moans sweetly in return.
Releasing his lips, she kisses his cheek, on her way to his ear. She gently rubs her cheek against his, goosebumps erupting on her arms from the feeling of his scruff.
"I love you, Castle." She whispers gently in his ear.
He sighs, bending down to kiss her neck, up to her own ear. "I love you too, Kate."
She smiles, her eyes closing as he kisses his way further, back to her lips. But this time as their lips connect it isn't gentle. Not anymore. His hand has cupped the back of her head, his tongue begging for entrance that she gladly gives to him. The moment she feels him her body heats up, a fire spreading through her veins from her stomach. Her hands fly around his neck, holding onto him as she kisses him back with the same passion, now on her tippy toes to keep up with his height.
His hand traces her back, fingers spread wide as he caresses her naked skin, finding his way behind her dress and she moans, her own hands finding their way down inside his pants pockets, squeezing his behind and smiling into the kiss. Once her hands find her way up again, she makes sure to take his shirt with her. He groans as her hands find his skin.
She pulls back gently, smiling as her eyes open and connect with his.
"Ready for the next part of our date?"
Again, so sorry that it's been so long. I'll definitely make sure to upload the next chapter within the next few days. Anyone up for an M-rated one? Bare with me, I'm just hoping I have the inspiration haha. Hope you liked this one.
There aren't a lot of chapters left. It might be two or three! Hope you leave a review to let me know what you think!