The book of love has music in it

In fact that's where music comes from

Some of it is just transcendental

Some of it is just really dumb

By the time the two got back to his apartment, Kevin's stomach had actually stopped flipping. Now it was more of a slow turning feeling.

He hadn't intended on bringing Jenny to the precinct for a while. A long while. And this wasn't because he didn't care about her enough, oh no. On the contrary, he cared about her far too much. Kevin knew, he just knew, that Esposito and Castle would act like idiots.

But after all the grief he took during this case, over a freakin' dominatrix, he thought it was time to prove his point to his partner (partners?) that he wasn't messing around with this girl.

They had talked about it before she actually came over to the precinct. Kevin, hands shaking with a cocktail of fear, nerves, and love, sat Jenny down, determined to make sure that she was comfortable with this.

"Kevin, it's really no big deal."

"Are you absolutely sure?" He racked a hand through his hair, the other, holding on to hers for dear life. "Because I can't guarantee that they're going to act like adults."

"First of all, Kev, I deal with elementary school kids on a daily basis. If I can handle a kid tying his shoelaces together 'because it sounded fun', I can handle them."

She noticed that he still looked like he was on the verge of a nervous breakdown.

"And," this time she reached up to cup his cheek, "you've told me a lot of great things about them. It sounds to me like you guys are practically brothers. Do you really think they would take something important to you so lightly?"

With a huff he stood to pace in front of where she sat on the couch in his apartment. "But Jen-"

He nearly fell backwards when she stood in his path. "But Kevin," her hands were fumbling around for his, "the most important thing for you to know," Jenny shifted to wrap her arms around him, "is that I love you. And that's what matters. That I love you, regardless of the overgrown children that you work with."

In the blink of an eye his mouth was crashing to hers, and Kevin was thanking his lucky stars that he had hers.

The next afternoon, Jenny met him at the Twelfth, as planned. He was almost afraid that she wouldn't show. The second he caught her pink coat lingering in the entrance to the bullpen he was running over, pulling her in.

With a stupid grin on his face, he introduced her to Beckett and the guys. Any doubt in his mind was instantly dashed away by how fast and how sweetly she addressed his friends. In fact, he was so stunned by how well she handled Esposito and Castle, that he was the one acting like an idiot.

There was still a spring in his step when they left to go to their movie, where they sat, wrapped in each other.

If anyone had asked Kevin what the movie was about, he probably couldn't tell them.

And now they were getting back to his place, with plans to make dinner and relax.

"I'm gonna go put my stuff down and change, I'm still in my work clothes." Through the fuzzy haze over his brain Kevin heard her.

"What?" He looked up from where he was locking away his gun and badge. "Yeah, I'll be right there."

She smiled at him, and stepped off, humming some nonsense tune. There wasn't a luckier man on the planet.

Soon enough, they were both wearing worn jeans and t-shirts (Jenny wearing one of Kevin's to be specific), padding around the kitchen mixing respective pots of marinated vegetables, sauce, and noodles.

Kevin turned from where he stood pouring their wine, watched her stirring the rich red tomato sauce.

Under her breath she was still humming, though now, the tune was more upbeat and happy, rather than slow and smooth.

He left the glasses behind him on the counter, and slowly came up behind her, running his hands slowly down her sides. He smiled when she leaned back into his chest, still singing softly.

"What're you singing there?" He peered over her shoulder to see the thick sauce steaming up. The scent wafted up into his nose, enough to make his stomach groan in hunger.

"Oh, nothing," she laughed, "it's just some ridiculous thing my mother used to play for me. It's kind of stupid." With a nervous giggle she set the wooden spoon down on the side of the counter. It would leave a red sauce ring, but they'd deal with the mess later.

Kevin had to shift when Jenny turned in his arms, backing him away from the stove. Her hands came up to his shoulders, her wide eyes searching his own ice blue pair.

"I don't think it's stupid." She rolled her eyes at him. Did all the women in his life have to have a killer eye roll like that? Teasingly he began to sway them back and forth to the beat she had been singing moment ago. "Come on, how's the rest of it go?"

"Kev, let's just get back to dinner." A little annoyed, she tried to pull from him, but he wouldn't let her go. Couldn't.

"No. No, Jen, you had me going there. I want to hear it. You sing so beautifully too."

"No," she scoffed, "I really don't."

"I think I'll be the judge of that."

Jenny looked up at him. One thing she hadn't told him yet was how much she loved his size. He was taller than her, granted he wasn't tall by average standards, but she fit in his side just so perfectly. He had a face that made her knees turn to mush. She didn't know that feeling was actually possible until she met Kevin in the bar that night. She always thought that it was all fairy tale bravado. But no, it was really possible.

He had the most adorable smile, and the most gorgeous eyes. And she could run her hands through his hair for hours. It should be a crime how much she loved him.

Kevin smiled when she gave in, and began to move them around the room as she sang. They laughed in between lines, somehow ending up with Jenny sitting atop the counter, Kevin standing between her legs.

A thoughtful moment passed in silence as his thumbs caressed her thighs, and her right hand toyed with the soft hairs just behind his ear.

"Can I ask you something?" He noticed that his voice came out a lot smaller than he was aiming for.

She nodded a yes with a smile, still enjoying his touch.

"Would you um…consider, possibly, I mean, only if you want to…"

"Kev, what is it?"

"Jenny would you consider moving in with me?"

"Really?" Neither had moved their hands, but they had stopped actively moving.

"Yeah, I mean, I don't want to rush you or anything. I just, really care about you and I would love it for you to stay here with me. We could wait-"

He couldn't speak anymore because her hand was cupped over his mouth. He could smell the basil and garlic in the palm of her hand.

"I don't need to consider it." She paused when she saw his eyebrows raise, and a glint in his eye. Her hand slid over to his jaw, pulling him closer. And only when he was an inch away from her face did she continue.

"I would love to move in with you Kevin Ryan."

A grin stretched across his face as he leaned up to kiss her. Perfectly timed, just as they broke apart, the pot of sauce bubbled up and splattered on the stovetop.

They both jumped at the sound, and the sight of red drops freckled across the white plane.

"I think we should get back to cooking," she laughed. With a quick jump she hopped off the counter, using his shoulders to steady herself. She turned back into him, pecking his cheek, before stepping back over. "We don't want to ruin the first official meal in our apartment."

But I, I love it when you sing to me

And you, you can sing me anything

Yea, so this basically took on a life of its own, and I've enjoyed it. It's different than my usual stuff - I hope you like it. There's gonna be one more chapter, hopefully either Wednesday or Thursday. Thanks you all you wonderful readers!

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