Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me, but they sure are fun to play with.
Under Covers
It was early. Way too early. The sun wasn't even out and yet, somewhere close there was a phone ringing. Richard Castle threw the covers over his head and decided to ignore the offending object. He felt the bed shift and soon the phone had ceased its ringing.
"Beckett" he heard Kate Beckett answer. Their relationship was anything but new, yet he still didn't have a name for it. She was more than his girlfriend, but not his fiancé as of now. Calling her his lover made it feel like the relationship was all about sex, and it wasn't. Oh sure, there was a lot of sex, but it wasn't the basis of the relationship. For now, he just called her his Kate.
He kept his hiding place under the covers while she continued her conversation. He could hear her moving around his room, presumably gathering her clothes, as she spoke. He really didn't want to get out of bed. The outside world was a cold, dark place, and his bed was nice and warm.
He heard Kate disconnect the call and walk into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. He took this opportunity to snuggle deeper into the blankets. He was too tired. Between their earlier love making, and his two hours writing session, it seemed as if he had just crawled into the bed.
The bathroom door opened and he knew what was coming next. The covers were yanked out from his grasped and he groaned. He grabbed a pillow and stuffed his head under it. Suddenly, the pillow was pulled from him as well. He groaned again.
He felt the bed dip again and could sense Kate moving closer to him. She laid her hands on his shoulders lightly and leaned down. His lips briefly met his cheek and she dragged them up to his ear.
"Murder." She purred. He opened his eyes and sat up in bed. She sat back on her haunches to gauge his reaction.
"Give me 10 minutes." He said.
"Five, or I'm leaving without you." She smiled. He looked down and noticed that she was already to leave.
"Done."
As much as he wanted to stay in bed, murder was worth getting up for.
End.
A.N.: I wouldn't get out of bed for murder, but I'm sure Castle would. I hope you enjoyed this installment of "As the World Turns."
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