"A writer and his muse fighting crime," he narrates as they look towards the reporter and officer walking into the elevator. "Just like us," he adds before quickly shutting his mouth because they're kissing. The reporter and officer are kissing.
Oh god.
Kate looks to the ground, catching her lower lip between her teeth as she tries not to think about the way his lips had felt against hers when they'd played drunken lovers not that long ago.
Castle's eyes dart to her before going back to the closed elevator doors. "So, tomorrow?" he asks and she looks at him only to see the adorably shy expression making itself known on his face.
"Mhmm," she hums and observes as he quickly makes his way towards the stairs.
Kate stands still as she starts to think of what he's just said. A writer and his muse… just like us. It only takes her another few minutes before she takes a quick glance around to make sure no one's watching as she takes off to follow him. She catches up to him one staircase down, seeing him turn at the sound of someone coming up behind him. Without answering his questioning gaze she leaps forward, has made her decision on her way to catch him, and puts her hands on his cheeks. With her mind racing she can feel her heart flutter at the realization of what she's about to do. She pulls him closer to her and in that same movement she pushes her lips to his, just like they'd seen the reporter and officer do only minutes ago in the elevator the two of them had ridden up and down so many times. His lips are at first still, but it doesn't take much effort to get them moving.
When he kisses her back it is with full force and she loses her breath as she tries to give as much as she's taking. She manages to suck in a breath of air by parting her lips, and immediately moans when she feels his tongue invade her mouth. His taste has her knees wobbling a bit and she feels his hands take a hold onto her hips, steadying her with a strength she hadn't known he possesses. Her fingers slip into the hair above his neck, feeling the thickness of his hair between her fingers for the first time makes her feel giddy inside. Especially when his fingers dig into her hips, pulling her body closer to his, as if he's claiming her. She can feel his breath running out along with hers and so she slows down the kiss, slowly distances her lips from his. Their breaths mix between them and she rests her forehead against his, once again thinking about what he said before, what they witnessed during this case. A writer and his muse fighting crime.
"Just like us," she whispers once their breathing are slowly returning to normal.
She opens her eyes to see his still closed, but the smile spreading across his lips was impossible to miss. The smile on her own lips are spreading when his eyes open to look at her. Their eyes meet and she wishes she'd called him during the summer, wish she'd given him the possibility to help her. But they're here now, and even though she still has walls, they'll make it work. She just knows they will. And his eyes tell her he knows it too.
THE END