So, this one is weird. And basically my muse (no not you Muse) left me looking at this and going "What?" So I am leaving this here for now, and you can just uh, read it I guess...

So here goes nothing: Juxtaposition

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"You know that you don't even compare to the others, right KB?"

She shot him a look from her position at the stove as he chopped the vegetables for their stir-fry. "That sounds strangely like an insult Castle, I'd tread lightly here."

His eyes widened as he thought about his sentence, and the fingers that were holding a ripe tomato slipped. His face started to become the same shade as the veggie—fruit rather, that lay before him. As his mouth moved and tried to start a sentence, Kate sauntered up to him.

"Developing a stutter there, Rick?" She placed a chaste kiss on the side of his flabbergasted mouth and spoke again. "Want to explain yourself, kitten?"

Rick's eyes slipped closed as he gathered himself. He would drop dead from her antics one day.

"No, listen—what I meant to say, KB, is that none of them compare to you," He shot her a grin and moved closer to her. "You win every time, no matter what. There isn't any juxtaposition there. Just you, because you're extraordinary. You always blow them outta the water."

A small smile formed on her face as she sidled up to her fiancé. Slowly the smile blossomed into a full blown grin as his arms circled her waist.

"You know for a world famous, bestselling author, you have a little difficulty with words. I wasn't sure what you were implying," her eyes roamed over her face down to his lips, "I wasn't sure what to make of your sentence." Their lips drew closer and closer until their breath mingled together. Suddenly she turned in his arms and walked back to the stove checking on their dinner.

Once again Rick tried to put himself together. "You are a tease, woman. And you should know by now that there isn't any comparison to them.

They meant nothing in juxtaposition to you." His lips curved upwards again into that ruggedly handsome smirk of his.

"There you go again with your 5 syllable vocabulary. Must you always be Richard Castle, author extraordinaire?" Crossing her arms she leaned against the countertop. She was a vision in her lounge wear – which consisted of his Yankees t-shirt and gray polka dotted panties – a towel casually draped over her shoulder.

Domestic.

Homey.

It was a beautiful sight to behold and Rick fought the urge to sigh at his fortune.

"Why yes, my sweet fiancée, unless you want to reduce me to those monosyllabic words we exchanged an hour ago. I won't object, if that is what you wish," another smirk was sent her way.

Two could play at that game.

"Rick, baby, I honestly don't think that you could handle me and one syllable words again so soon. Or rather," she shot him a searing look, "moans."

Her work paid off when his jaw dropped and he immediately walked up to her. She grinned. Easy as pie, she thought haughtily.

Kate's confident thoughts came to an abrupt halt, though, when his hands went to her ass and lifted her up against him. As her legs wrapped around his waist, his lips started a torturous glide across her collar bone.

Five minutes later, breathless, Rick rushed to the stove where the pan with their dinner smoked.

Kate grinned and once again leaned against the countertop.

After beating down the flames that was once their dinner, he spoke again.

"I meant it Kate. There is no comparison to you. I cannot even place you next to anyone. You broke the system."

Another grin, and more kisses lead them to the bedroom for a little more fun with monosyllabic words, leaving little room for thoughts of comparisons.

Juxtaposition-smuxtaposition.

So anyhow, I hoped you enjoyed Juxtaposition, and lemme tell you: this one gave me some grief (;

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~MDH