A/N: For once, I have a bloody good reason for not updating. And one that I'm sure you'll like as well. You see, SignedSealedWritten prompted me 'A bit clumsy today, Beckett?' and I started writing that prompt. Then it got out of hand and decided to meet up with a plot bunny that I've had for ages. You know how Castle always chases Beckett? Well, I was wondering what would happen if he stopped doing that.
Which is what my story is focusing on.
What I'm posting up now, is kind of like a teaser. I'm finishing the story ASAP and will then post it up and start posting prompts like mad again but for now I'm concentrating on this story and hoping it'll turn out slightly good.
Anyway, I hope you'll enjoy the teaser, and I'll see you guys somewhere this week again, if you don't kill me or something xD
Beckett couldn't have been happier that Castle was nowhere to be seen.
It gave her a chance to focus properly on the case. To be herself, and not worry about her act. She couldn't let Castle see how much he actually affected her everytime he was around. He knew too much as it was.
She flipped through the file, studying the photographs and data carefully. Who knows, maybe something had slipped her mind, while she was busy babysitting the writer.
But no, nothing. She was as stuck on the case as she had been before. Guess there had been no reason after all to stay until the late hours. Maybe she should go home.
While closing the file, she stood up and started walking to the boxes, where she was planning to put it away. However, before she had reached it, she sensed someone behind her and her detective-instincts immediately kicked into action.
She wanted to turn around and see who was there. But before she could make that move, that person had pressed her against the nearest desk and of course she knew now who it was.
'Castle.'
'Beckett. What are you still doing here?'
She wished she could say something better than 'Work', but she had a hard time both keeping her hands still and her thoughts clear, what with Castle so close against her.
He chuckled and his breath warming her ear actually made her drop the file she was holding. When she reached to pick it up, it fell open and all the papers fell out. That only amused him more.
'A bit clumsy today, Beckett?'
'Get lost, writer boy.'
Apparently she could reply to him Beckett-style without thinking.
'I would, but I rather like being with you.'
She shoved the papers back in the file (still trying to keep her hands from trembling – why did he have to stand so close again?) and when she was finished with that, he took it from her and threw it on another desk.
'We're all alone, you know.'
'Yeah, and if you don't move within five seconds I'm going to...' Her voice trailed off as Castle started to kiss her neck. She fought hard to keep from moaning. If she wanted him to stop, she had to make him think she absolutely didn't want this.
Which she didn't. Seriously.
'Castle, stop it.'
'Say it like you mean it and I'll consider it.'
Damn it, he had her there. Well, she could try.
'Stop!'
He pulled back slightly, looking disappointed.
'You're sure?'