This little shot was inspired by the rt of the "one writer girl" moment on twitter which both brucexnat and stanamazing was part of. Without knowing it they inspired me to write this, so, thank you guys! And hope you all enjoy it!

They look at each other, staring into each other's eyes and Castle swears he feels his whole body tingling with something deeper than just the relief of her not letting other writers follow her anymore. The way he drowns in her hazel eyes just makes him realize even more how much of a goner he really is.

"Thank you," he almost whispers and the smile entering her lips is contagious.

"Always," she promises and he feels a deep desire to kiss her.

She wouldn't say it like that if she didn't feel… something, right? She wouldn't be looking at him like this, right?

"Can I-" he starts but cuts himself off.

He doesn't want to ruin this perfect moment, but he fears he just did. She's looking at him with a raised eyebrow and curiosity in her eyes.

"Can you what?" she asks and he looks away from her hypnotic eyes. If he keeps looking into them he's not sure what he'll do. When he doesn't answer quickly enough he feels her hand nudging his, probably to get his attention. "Can you what, Castle?" he looks up at her, the voice of hers so encouraging that he somewhat wonders if she can read his mind and is just waiting for him to voice his thoughts.

He takes a deep, shattering, breath before opening his mouth again, his eyes once again stuck in hers.

"Can I kiss you?"

For some reason Beckett doesn't feel shock at all when she hears his words. And to her surprise she's not moving away from him either. In fact, she's leaning her body closer. She's drowning in his blue eyes and she's forgotten they're in the middle of the bullpen. None of that matters because her favorite author, her shadow-turned partner and her close friend just asked to kiss her. And god she wants him to.

The nod is subtle, but the way his eyes shine brighter she knows he's seen it. It doesn't take long before he's leaning his head to put his lips carefully on hers, it's really just a small peck, and he creates a little space between their lips again. It's almost as if he expects her to push him away. But she's not ready to do that just yet. She nudges his lips with hers, it's just a small bump, an encouragement, and it's like it triggers something in him because now he's kissing her with more confidence. She feels his hands going to her hips, stroking her sides towards her back where they land to pull her closer to him. And she's more than willing to follow.

She can feel his lips part before she feels his tongue tentatively asking for permission and when she opens up and his tongue meets hers she can finally taste him. His taste is dizzying and, oh, so good. She's never felt this tingling and exciting shiver from any other taste, and as it is kind of frightening it's also so thrilling that she doesn't want anything else.

Castle can't believe he's kissing his partner, can't believe she gave him permission, can't believe she practically called his claim of her "sweet". And her taste! He could drink her smile for ages! He doesn't want to stop, and he prays this isn't a one time thing but that he can keep on kissing her from now on. His hands pull her slightly closer and he more feels than heads the moan coming from her lips when she's flush against him. It's at that moment a whistle goes through the air.

Beckett pulls away the second she hears the whistle, her mind immediately pulled back to where they are and what they are doing. Castle immediately lets go of her and a big part of her already misses his big hands burning on her back.

"Shit," she breathes as she starts to look around to locate who whistled.

When she can't see anyone she slightly wonders if her mind had been playing tricks on her.

"I-sorry."

Beckett looks at her partner and sees his cheeks blossom as one of his hands buries itself in his hair. He looks flustered and scared and kinda adorable. She bites her lower lip, looks at her desk and makes a decision she would've never believed had someone told her about it the first day they met.

She shuts off her computer and grabs her belongings before turning back to her shadow, who's looking down as if he thinks she'll blow him off, and she tentatively goes to grab his hand, which earns her a look of surprise.

She bites her lip again while taking a deep breath before looking up at him, drowning in his blues. "Can I offer you a drink at my place?"

His eyes go wide before his lips break up in a big grin. "Lead the way."

Later that night, after a few amazing rounds of rolling around in bed and pleasing each other in a way none of them thought possible, Beckett receives a text. She's just barely awake enough to look at it but once she does, she just manages to stop herself from bursting out in laughter. She doesn't care to answer it right now, instead she snuggles closer to him, putting her head back on his chest. Feeling his arm around her, pulling her closer in his sleep. The deep breaths of his lulling her to sleep too.

"I expect every detail tomorrow with drinks."

The end