N/A: People, as you may know, the song is Get Sexy by Sugababes. And it's not my fault; I think it's just the perfect song for Beckett.
Red
Silly boys, they love me so much. Silly boys, you can look but you can't touch
Red. Red is all over her. All over her eyes. All over her lips. All over her hips. All over her skin. All over her body. All over her. His thoughts are surrounded by red. Red is her color, her true color.
They are at his office in the Old Haunt, all by themselves. It was 3 am, but they don't seem to care. They had too many shots of tequila and neither is really thinking. They are just doing what comes to mind. She laughs at his request. If she was sober enough, she would never agree with that request. Alright, maybe not a request. It was more like a challenge. They were playing 'I Never' to begin with, but then the challenges started. One shot of tequila. Two shots of tequila, a shirt disappeared. Three shots of tequila, a lap dance. Four shots of tequila, her red dress was somewhere else. Five shots of tequila, a pole dance.
They had been on their best behavior while Lanie, Esposito, Ryan and Jenny were there. However, when the four of them were gone, Beckett and Castle saw it as a chance to play privately. Not consciously, of course. They were already a little bit drunk back then. The bar was practically empty. It was Monday night; it couldn't be more than that. They picked a bottle of tequila, salt and some lemons and headed for his office on the basement. He had reformed it not a long time ago and the bar for pole dancing and the red lighting were the most important part of it.
She stood up and faced the cold metal bar in front of her while he laughed at her. He didn't think she would do a thing and when she started to move, his mouth dropped. She could really do that. He could feel his arousal rising as she danced like a Goddess of pole dancing. Oh, he shouldn't have challenged her if he only knew she was doing something like that. He didn't regret, of course. Having a private pole dance with Katherine Beckett was one fantasy he could tick off of his list. And it was really getting more and more interesting with her techniques. He stood up and walked towards her. And when he was almost touching her…
The spell is broken by the ringing of his alarm clock.