Prompt response (altered). Caskett paints one of the rooms upstairs preparing for a baby castle. This was really different than I pictured it, especially the last part xD
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"You're a stunner in those," Castle said with a grin when he watched his wife walk in wearing painters pants. He sat against the wall with his knees pulled up, arms hanging over them as he admired her walk. The light from the opened window shined over her, illuminating her more than she already was as she went toward him shaking her head, suppressing a smile.
"Shut up," she managed, still controlling her lips. He stood up when she reached him, taking her by the waist, turning her, assessing her body in the outfit while she rolled her eyes and laid her arms flat on her side.
"I mean it, sexy, sexy, sexy. Wear those to bed tonight—" She hit his arm playfully, stopping him and evoking laughs from both of them before they turned to scope out the empty room before them.
"Is it too early to be doin' this?" she asked looking around.
"You kidding? You wanna do this after your first trimester?"
"Point taken," she said stepping toward the paint canisters. For a second she didn't realize how many there were. "What happened to narrowing it down?" She said eyeing him with a cocked brow. It was like a criminal line up, but instead an array of pastels lined up against the wall.
"I figured it'd be easier to decide once we went to paint. I'll just open whichever you want to use," he said kneeling down next to the line up. "What do ya think hon?"
"Blue first," she said thoughtfully. "Then we'll see where this goes."
After popping off the lid and slipping on some glasses, Beckett took to the walls, slow and steady as her hand drew up and down along them, sometimes curving, creating a motion in the paint, like water overflowing. When she finally dipped down to soak her brush again, she turned her head to look at Castle, who hadn't so much as blotted the other wall, instead stood and gazed upon her with a smile and pleased eyes through his glasses.
"Are ya kidding," she said stepping off a tiny stool. "You're letting the pregnant lady do all the work?" She said going towards him. Just as he went to open his mouth, she took her brush and swiped his cheek, careful to miss his mouth. He froze on contact, his lips agape with slight shock as she let her laughter loose. Without a second thought he held her neck, and rubbed his cheek along hers, scrubbing the blue into her skin. She laughed even harder as his head shook back and forth, thoroughly coating her cheek and jawline.
So it began, a paint war, swiping of brushes across each other, popping open the other paints and chucking handfuls across the room. Colors soared through the air, and soon enough more paint covered their bodies and the floor than any of the walls. They instead wore just threads of paint and spatters, but no spot looked fully coated except for Beckett's patch of blue.
When they stopped running around, carefully Castle snatched her up, taking her by the legs and hoisted her over his shoulder. The surprise triggered a reflex, and her hand flew down to slap his butt in protest, one cheek now stained with a yellow handprint.
To counter her, he grabbed a handful of paint and soaked both of her cheeks, before pressing them against the wall to leave a print. He walked backwards cautious of her still slung over his shoulder, and turned his head from side to side to examine the mark.
"Babe no," she started, giggling breathlessly. "Were not gonna leave it like that!"
"Of course not," he said setting her down, stacking her up against the wall. "We'll turn it into a heart later."
Beckett bent down to pick up a rag and went to wipe his face clean. He proceeded to wipe hers, followed by his hands, then tossed the rag aside, and ran his hand through her hair to end at the base of her neck.
"We barely touched the walls," she said. She looked around to judge their work, but he just stared at her, his other hand propped on the wall to support him up over her. "I like it though. Even if we wasted all this paint."
"Did you have fun?" She only gave him a smile in response. "Then we wasted nothing," he said with tender eyes.
Reaching in for a kiss, he set his free hand over her abdomen, securing it nicely in his palm. Somehow it warmed their lips more as she went to set her hand over his. She pulled his body into her and she felt safe, secure…at home.
Releasing, she held his face close to hers and breathed her words over his lips. "Baby loves the room—but now wants a bubble bath to get all cleaned up."
"Is that so?" he asked, his interest peaked. "You sure that's baby, or is that mommy?"
"Baby wants to get cleaned up…but mommy doesn't mind staying kinda dirty," she said. Her voice purred over his ears, eyes slowing, daring, and enticing.
"Tell baby not to worry," he said sweeping her up, "daddy will take care of everything."