As you can see I have decided to continue with this story I made a "writers board" and wrote down several stories and ways of how I could go about this. I enjoyed writing this next chapter. Hope you enjoy it and I loved all of your feedback! You are all so kind and really inspire me to keep writing! It might be a few days until I update, because of the holiday weekend and I have some tests coming up this week. But I will keep writing when I have time. Two more weeks until the premiere! xo always, Ashley
The city was calm as the dark skies above started to lighten as dawn approached. The rain had stopped a few hours before, and the air was now crisp and cool. It was a lazy Sunday morning. The peaceful streets around Kate Beckett's neighborhood were silent except for the occasional car passing by, or a jogger running past. A light breeze swept in between the buildings, adding more coolness into the already cool air. A few puddles on the ground were the only evidence of rain from the night before.
Beckett opened her green eyes slowly and blinked a few times, trying to get the sleep out of her eyes. Her bedroom was dark, and she could make out the shapes of her dresser, closet doors, and small armchair in the room. The room was the perfect temperature, not warm but not cold. She yawned silently. She had slept very well, compared to all the other nights that week. It could be because of the peaceful rain hitting the windows that made her drowsy, or the fact that she was in her own bed and not in a hospital that had made her sleep so well. But it could quite possibly be because she hadn't slept alone that night. She could Castle's strong left arm lying across her stomach. She turned her head to the left of her soft pillow to see a peaceful- sleeping Castle lying next to her. She smiled as she watched him. She could hear him breathing softly, and she watched as his chest rose slowly up and down as he breathed quietly. He was lying on his right side, facing her as she lay on her back. She usually slept better on her stomach, but because of her stitches on her chest she didn't. Even though their warm bodies were right against each other underneath her white down comforter and he had his arm draped, comfortably, over her, she felt like she wasn't close enough to him. Three years ago she would've never pictured this- Richard Castle in her bed. She would've never allowed it then, no way. But it had been three years. Three years of getting to know each other through his child-like behavior and his failed attempts to woo her. He started out as a helpful source in her murder investigation and turned into a pain in her ass, but really he was a huge help- she wouldn't admit it then. Then she became his inspiration for his next book Heat Wave, or as he would like to call her his muse. Next came an unlikely partnership, trust, and then friendship. But now what were they?
What the hell does this mean now? Beckett thought to herself, as she stared at the white blank ceiling above her bed. She looked back at Castle and creased her brow. He had told her he loved her with words and then in his own way on paper. She had told him with words, and then over and over again with her kisses just hours ago. She was relieved to have everything out in the open finally. She looked over at her nightstand to check her alarm clock- 6:18am. Even with all this time off she still woke up at the crack of dawn, she was used to it which is why she was always one of the first people to arrive at work. She reached for a petal that had fallen off the flowers, on her nightstand, that Castle given her at the hospital days ago. She rubbed it between her fingers, it was soft. She looked back at Castle and couldn't help but smile at him again as he let out a heavy breath. He looked so cute and quiet while he slept. She let the petal fall out of her hand and onto the covers. She reached her right hand over towards Castle's handsome face and let her fingers gently run through the few messy pieces of brown hair that had fallen flat against his forehead. His brow creased slightly, as he felt her soft touch. She withdrew her hand. Beckett slowly lifted his arm off of her body, as she carefully slid out from under the covers to get up. Her bare feet touched the hardwood floor, and she slipped her feet into her soft, black slippers that were on the edge of the bed. She stood up and turned back to Castle to pull the covers up over his arm. He moved around for a few seconds and readjusted himself so that he laid on his stomach now, still asleep.
He was wearing his pants still from the night before, but he had taken off the belt and unbuttoned them so that they were loose and more comfortable. He had on a shirt that Beckett had given him, at first he declined it thinking it was motorcycle boys, but then he recognized it as his own from when Beckett had borrowed it the year before when she had stayed over at his apartment after her old one had been blown up. He teased her for keeping his red shirt that long.
"Like keeping souvenirs, huh?" Castle joked, as a rain- drenched Beckett held up the red shirt for him to wear. She tilted her head at him.
"Shut up Castle." Beckett smiled, throwing the shirt at his face. He caught it as it fell, still smirking his boyish grin.
"Make me." Castle challenged. Beckett raised her left eyebrow at this smart comment. Castle was excited by this, and he looked at her with a smirk. She walked over slowly towards him, now inches from his face. She let both of her hands start on his rib cage and they worked their way slowly up the outside of his button-up shirt. He gulped. She smirked a flirtatious grin, and her eyes spoke for themselves making his insides go wild. She tugged on the collar of his shirt and his face came down to hers, he was in awe. She rubbed her nose softly against his as she began unbuttoning his rain drenched shirt- slowly enough to tease him. He kept his fascinated blue eyes on her sexy glare she was giving him as she pulled her face away from his. She worked her way down his wet black shirt, and had reached the final button. He gulped again, this time a little louder. She let out a soft laugh at this. She let her soft hands run up his firm damp chest and she pushed his shirt off, and let it fall off his arms and onto the hardwood floor of her dim lit bedroom. Castle was so nervous and intrigued at the same time. His heart was beating out his chest, he wondered if she had felt it. She dropped her hands from his chest and leaned up into his right ear. Her long brown, wavy, wet hair fell onto his chest and shoulders, tickling him and giving him goose bumps in this hot situation. A few drops of water dripped onto his chest and ran down his abdomen to his belt buckle, giving him a warm feeling in his stomach. They could feel the heat coming off of each other.
"Mhmm, so all I ever had to do was this to get you to shut up all these years." Beckett whispered into his ear, smirking. He grinned as she pulled away with a satisfied look on her face knowing she won.
They hadn't done anything more but kiss and run their hands on each other's bodies. Even though Beckett was still recovering with her chest, they still wanted to take it slow. Saying I love you was enough for them, for that night anyways.
Beckett walked into the cold kitchen and she started the coffee pot. She stretched her long arms as she yawned again. She was wearing a loose dark purple t-shirt, with black yoga pants, her slippers, and a smile. She ran her fingers through her extra wavy hair, due to the rain, and she wondered what looked like now. She walked out of the kitchen and into the bathroom. She flicked on the light to see her face in the mirror. She was naturally beautiful, in need of hardly any make-up, she had slight dark circle under her eyes because of lack of sleep and well she had just been shot a week ago. She splashed some cold water onto her face to freshen up, and she brushed her teeth quickly. She tossed her brown hair around, and she put on some cherry chap stick. Castle will like this, she thought grinning.
She walked out of the bathroom and back into the kitchen. Daylight had just begun peaking through the kitchen windows. The coffee was halfway brewed as she leaned on the counter waiting patiently. She wondered what they would say to each other once Castle woke up from his deep much needed sleep. She thought about work and if that argument was finished or not between them. She had to go back, it was her duty, her job. It's what she knew, and she was damn good at it. She could hear the puffs and sounds of water being steamed into the coffee pot. She stood up straight and went to the cupboard grabbing to mugs out of it, she placed them on the counter. She opened the fridge next. Leftover take-out sat in the fridge from when Lanie had been there two days ago. Oh God Lanie! The boys! She yelled in her head. What would they say? How would they tell them? She was pretty sure they would all be relieved since they had all been placing bets since day one of her adventure with Castle.
The food in her fridge was limited. She hadn't been to the store in weeks. She grabbed the cream, closed the fridge and then got out some sugar. The coffee was finished, and she took the pot and began to pour it into the two coffee mugs.
Richard Castle opened his eyes as he drew in a deep breath. It had only taken him a few seconds to remember exactly where he was and what had happened before. He smiled. He raised his head up and turned to his right side again, now off of his stomach. He looked at the empty sheets next to him and then at the alarm clock- 6:50am. He yawned and then rubbed his eyes. He had slept very well. He looked around the room, which was lightening up a bit more as the sky had started to become lighter outside the apartment. The white curtains were drawn over the windows, and the blinds were partly shut. The room was still dark because of the tan colored painted walls. Castle yawned again, and then heard the creak in the doorway. He flipped onto his back, smiling at the beautiful site in front him.
"Morning." Beckett said softly.
"Morning." Castle smiled. His voice sounded like he had just woken up, and Beckett found it sexy.
"I thought I'd bring you coffee for a change." Beckett smiled, as he handed him the mug carefully. She sat on the bed Indian style facing him. He sat up and leaned against her headboard.
"Thank you." Castle said, accepting the coffee mug. He inhaled the strong smell and blew on it gently. Beckett sipped hers as she watched him sip his carefully. He was surprised she knew how he liked his coffee, since he was always getting hers all the time.
"So." Castle said, placing his coffee on her nightstand. As he did he noticed his flowers, and he smiled. "What's the plan for today?"
Beckett finished sipping her coffee, and she placed her cup next to his on the nightstand. She leaned back and looked at him for a moment, blinking softly. She crawled up onto her knees so that they were now touching his thigh. He was still sitting up with his back against the headboard, and his legs were laid out comfortably. She rose up on her knees and she placed her right hand onto his strong chest. She leaned down and placed her lips onto his. He returned the kiss softly, as he took her bottom lip into his. Cherries he thought. She kissed him softly and leaned back opening her eyes, giving him a moment. He opened his eyes slowly.
"I like that plan." Castle grinned. She smiled, and then laid onto her side so that the front of her body was against the side of his. He wrapped his right arm around her and held her tight, never wanting to let go. She let her free right hand stroke his chest. Feeling his heart beat a steady beat, unlike last night when she had teased him. He rubbed her shoulder softly with his right hand. They laid there comfortably, as if they had been doing it for years. They fit perfectly into each other's arms.
"So, are you going?" Castle asked, referring to the precinct. Beckett had forgotten.
"Tomorrow." She replied in a whisper.
"Do you want me to go with you?" he asked, hoping she'd say yes. But he would understand if she didn't. She waited a few seconds before answering.
"I think I should go alone, just for now." She answered, as she took in a deep breath of what was left of his cologne on his neck. Goosebumps rose on both their arms when she did this.
"Do you…" Castle went, but she stopped him.
"Shh, Castle could we just lay here and forget about tomorrow for now?" Beckett said, softly. As she rested her chin on his chest. He looked down at her beautiful face. Her long lashes curled perfectly, opening up her mesmerizing green eyes. He ran his other hand against her soft cheek and brushed a piece of her brown hair away from her face. He tucked his fingers under her chin, allowing his left thumb to run across her soft, cherry lips. She kissed his thumb as she closed her eyes. He was in such disbelief that this was happening, he was lying here with her, very much in love. She laid her head back down onto his right side of his chest and continued stroking his stomach and chest with her right hand. The two of them, holding onto each other, fell back asleep comfortably and slowly forgetting about tomorrow.
So what did you guys think? Hope you liked it, and thanks again for reading! I always love feedback, good or bad…hopefully good lol Until the next chapter! Ash