Prompt: Beckett is angry with castle because she caught him ogling strippers?"
Insert for 7x10, 'Bad Santa'.
Irritation still swirls through her veins as she uses her key to unlock the front door to the loft, repressed indignation and possession still flaring in her chest.
He isn't actually interested in the strippers, she knows that, but that doesn't make the sight of him ogling half naked women that are not her any less infuriating.
Kate huffs and hangs up her coat, striding into their bedroom with determination. They had separated on their way home from the precinct. Castle had taken a detour to the nearest store of convenience, shopping for a new box of bandaids to keep his mob family binding paper cut from getting infected, and she had taken a detour of her own.
She knows she could hold his attention far better than any of the slutty Santa's helpers that were on that stage. And she's going to prove it to him.
"Kate, I'm home," she hears from the foyer and she quickly checks herself in the bathroom mirror, running a hand through her purposely tousled curls, making sure her lipstick hasn't smudged. "I found some Christmas bandaids, got any injuries you want to make festive?"
He's in his office now, she can hear the soft padding of his shoes on the hardwood, and she cuts the en suite's light off, waiting in semi darkness for him to finally enter the bedroom.
"Kate?"
"Hey Castle." She grins as he stops in the doorway, curiously searching for her, her satisfaction spiking once she steps out from the darkened bathroom, into the dim lighting of the bedroom, where he can see her.
"Oh… wow." His eyes are wide, electric blue, far more intrigued than he had been earlier at the strip joint, and she saunters up to him, stopping just out of reach. "You're um, already very festive it seems."
"Just thought I'd embrace the holiday spirit," she shrugs, brushing her fingers along the soft white trim of the lacy red babydoll.
"So, is this the part where you ask me if I've been naughty or nice?" he murmurs, gaze lingering on the knee high leather of the black boots she wears to complete her Santa themed attire.
"No, I already know you've been naughty," she hums, hooking her thumb under the thin strap holding the red velvet bra in place.
"I have?"
Kate rolls her eyes and stalks closer, extending one hand to curl around the belt of his pants.
"You had a wandering eye earlier," she reminds him, jerking him forward and watching with pleasure as his eyebrows hitch and his hands flutter uncertainly along her waist.
"Kate, I wasn't really-"
"Shh," she silences the reassurance bubbling on his tongue, pressing a finger to his lips and grinning at the way the touch has his eyes sparking like a blue flame in the darkness of the bedroom. "Just let me recapture your attention."
Castle groans at the insistent press of her scantily clad body when she steps into him, keeping one set of fingers coiled in his belt while the others travel up to toy with the soft skin of his ear, but he quickly drops his forehead to meets hers, finding her eyes for a moment of sincerity.
"No need to do any recapturing, Beckett," he murmurs, gliding his hands underneath the fitted red lace, making her breath catch. And she sees the arousal burning bright in his eyes, but it's more than that. There's always more. "You've always got my full attention."
He lifts her then, using the hands palming her backside to hoist her into his arms and carry her to the bed.