Smile – Uncle Kracker
You make me smile like the sun, fall out of bed
Sing like a bird, dizzy in my head
Spin like a record, crazy on a Sunday night
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He sets the coffee down in front of her and avoids her gaze, settling deep into his chair and pulling out his phone, already loading an app before she can toss out a casual thanks.
He's avoiding her eyes.
She licks her lips and brings the mug to her lips. She knows that it's thanks enough for him that she's here and drinking the coffee he's offered.
She swallows the hot liquid, letting it slide over his tongue. Just like his hot tongue had danced over hers moments before, stolen kisses in the storage room as she dragged out a file, some wild theory of his that is panning out. The adrenaline of 'forbidden' and 'work' struck each nerve, set them ablaze in a way he always does, but so much more.
She'd had to brace herself against a shelf when he pulled back and bent to gather the file she'd dropped in the moment.
She shivers as she touches a finger to her lips, unconscious of the fact she's smiling, open and unbridled, as she focuses back on her paperwork.
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You make me dance like a fool, forget how to breathe
Shine like gold, buzz like a bee
Just the thought of you can drive me wild
Oh, you make me smile
He can't look at her. He has to play… He takes in the image on the screen for the first time. Rat on a scooter… Really?
He really is distracted.
He should at least pretend he's occupied with the game. He needs to get back to angering those birds. But then he sees her set down the mug, her shoulder to him, her face shrouded by hair.
His game is loading, he can steal a glance at her for a second, take in the sight of her, be completely distracted by the fact now he they can steal kisses and make promises of later.
Later he will be sure to tell her to stop being so obvious, several people have noticed her smile, one he wants to cover with his hands and peak through his fingers at, one just for him. It should not be shared at the precinct.
But then he sees Ryan point to him, out of the corner of his eye. You'd think for a detective he'd be a better gossip, more subtle.
But he's not.
Though Castle isn't shrouding his mood with mystery and a guise of professionalism, his or hers.
His smile is just as telling he knows. But looking at her, he doesn't care.