Title: The Best Kind of Hangover- Delightfully Domestic with Castle
Rating: M
Pairing: Castle/Beckett
Disclaimer: What Marlowe owns in his toy box / gives me joy like fuzzy slipper socks. / And to take what's his, I won't comply / because it's his, and I'd rather die.
Author's Note: I posted the first portion when I didn't think it was going to BE the first portion, at midnight Tuesday into Wednesday, and as of 11PM CST on Wednesday 5/9, I have 2 reviews, 8 faves, and 14 alerts on it. Y'all are either really missing Castle being on, really love Castle/Beckett parings, really like my fictions, or some combination of that list. Any way you slice it… I'm lovin' it. Thank you for totally making my day you crazy, crazy Castle fanatics! I truly love you.
In honor of your hospitality (and the fact that KATE is now poking my brain to let me know she wants a chapter), the brief chapter of sweet goodness is below!
Shoutout to Madsthenerdygirl and NancyErin who kindly left me reviews! Thank you, thank you! Hopefully this is more fluffiness for both of you and everyone else who enjoyed it!
...Ok, yeah. Too many ideas swirling in my cranium to deny it. This just might be a longer fiction. Castle's probably going to poke me with a pen and go, "YOU SHOULD BE WRITING." Eh. Whatever the muses say. I shall do their bidding (and my own shipper heart a favor).
There was always something to be said about waffles. And bacon. And eggs. And so many other familiar smells that could wake the dead in time for breakfast. That felt like the case as Kate sighed peacefully in bed, soaking up the smells wavering from the kitchen to the bedroom. Smelled like home. Smelled like memories. Smelled like Castle. He had a habit of whipping up the newest concoction out of nothing and begging her on all fours to try it, one way or another, on the days that she stopped by in the morning hours. He always liked to do that, and once or twice she was tempted to ask him why he didn't use his own family for guinea pigs instead of her… that, and why he always seemed to have a buffet table laid out for her when she popped in "unannounced". She swore he had a way of tracking her phone GPS or something, the way he always seemed to know when she was on her way. That, or a sixth sense, which she'd never tell him for fear that he'd start fantasizing about having a superpower.
Still, all in all, he managed to surprise her with the most important meal of the day at the most needed times, and this one didn't prove to be any exception. The next county could hear her stomach growling, and she was too eager to make it shut up.
Kate lazily stretched out, a cat in a sunbeam, before she flung the covers off and inspected the floor with a plop of her foot. Oooh, heated floors. She'd never been barefoot around here before, but she could get used to this… She hoisted herself into a half-teetering stance, still wiping the crust out of her eyes as she walked the few steps it took to reach Rick's wardrobe, seemingly wider than her entire room. Armani. Gucci. Prada. Calvin Klein. Ralph Lauren. The sheer amount of clothes he bought in a day would've eclipsed the amount she got paid in a month. Well, if she got paid at all, now… She fingered the silk on an ebony dress shirt, bringing the fabric to her nose and sniffing. It smelled like his cologne. Satisfied, she carefully plucked it from the hanger and pulled it on, rolling the sleeves up slightly to compensate for her lack of arm length. It felt so smooth, so soft against her skin… "Castle…" she breathed, and smiled. She couldn't remember when he wore this one, or if he even liked wearing it, but she commandeered it anyway. She needed something to wear, and she had a feeling he wouldn't mind at all.
Her stomach burbled. That bacon was not going to eat itself. And besides, now… now she was ready to present herself to her man.
Her man. That was going to get some getting used to. But she couldn't wait to figure it out.
"Ooooh, that was one of my favorites," said Castle, watching her walk across the threshold. "It looks amazing on you."
"I should hope so," she replied, grinning from ear to ear. "Because I'm not going to let you have it back."
He chuckled. "I wouldn't dream of it. You want some?" he poked at the bacon sizzling in the pan, and grimaced when the grease caught the flesh between pointer and thumb. "Ow. I swear, I'm not trying to cook my hand too."
"Are you ok, babe?" Kate waltzed to his side and grabbed his hand gently, inspecting the wound with careful consideration before she stuck it in her mouth and sucked.
Castle loved that; she could tell by the look in his eye when he turned the stove heat off. "Am now. Thank you, Beckett."
"Always," she couldn't help saying, kissing him slow and soft. "and I have an idea."
"Uh oh. I'm not sure I like this. Isn't that a little dangerous for you?"
"That rule applies to you, not me."
"Ah yes. You always did like my theories…"
"Why don't we try one of mine?"
"Oh yeah? And what's that?"
Kate grabbed him by the front of the boxers he was wearing, right at the top elastic. "Breakfast in bed? We're going to need our strength if we're going to give it a second round."
"Now? Right now?"
"Now, Castle. Before I change my mind," she retorted. Something about her declaration yesterday was making her bolder, flirty, dare she say it? Sexy. She lost her grip and started backing slowly away. "Let's go, unless you're too tired. Aww, poor baby."
He growled low in his throat. "You better run, little girl."
"Try and catch me."
She bolted, screaming, laughing harder than she had in a long time as he hounded her from behind, two little kids with endless possibilities and the time to grow old together.
The bacon burned. Again. Neither one cared. They had better things to do.