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The dim morning sunlight was peaking through the bedroom's curtains. Castle groaned when a ray hit his face, disturbing his sleep. Turning over, he moved away from the offending light, sticking his face in his pillow. Feeling hot, he pushed the sheet down to his waist. Once more comfortable, he fell back to sleep with a satisfied sigh.
Observing the scene from the other side of the bed, Beckett smiled. She was propped up on her elbow, staring the man beside her and trying not to think of the many times she called him creepy for watching her do paperwork. She hadn't been awake long. Just enough time to calm herself down from a slight panic attack. Waking up, naked, in a bed, next to Castle, also naked, after well... quite a night... It took a few minutes to get used to. She was fine now. More than fine, she pondered. She bit her bottom lip and extended her hand towards Castle's sleeping form. She couldn't resist the urge to touch him again. Her fingers grazed his left ear. She traces the contour of it, then softly caressed and played with the lobe.
"What's with you and my ears ?", came the muffled question, startling her. Her hand froze but didn't move away. Castle's eyes were still closed. "Though, I like this more than the pulling", he slurred sleepily.
"I don't know", she whispered. She didn't want him to fully wake up just yet. She let her hand trailed down his neck and shoulder. She stopped at his bicep and squeezed it. The night before, she had been surprised to see how muscular he was. Her fingers could barely cover his upper arm, let alone wrap themselves around it.
"How come you always hide these under long sleeved shirt ?", she asked softly.
He blinked and a cocky smile appeared on his face. "Like my arms, don't you ?"
"Nah", she teased, moving her fingers up and down his left arm slowly. "Just this one."
Suddenly, he pounced towards her, embracing her but keeping them both lying on their side. He hold her close as he kissed the crook of her neck.
"Good morning", he said between kisses. She moaned her approval.
"Good morning", she panted. She squirmed and pulled his face away with her hands. He gave her an annoyed look, which disappeared as soon as her lips crashed against his. She hooked her right leg on his hip, pulling herself even closer. Getting her message loud and clear, he rolled them so he was on top.
"Round 2 !", he exclaimed, excitingly. "Or is it 3 ?"
"Shut up !"
Martha walked down the stairs and stared at his son. Clad in pajama pants and a t-shirt, he was storming the kitchen, cooking pancakes, pouring coffee and orange juice, checking toasts... and was that another smore'lette ? She was maybe Hurricane Martha in the kitchen but Castle certainly took from her.
"Morning ,Mother !" He called when he saw her.
"Good morning Richard. That's way to much food for breakfast."
Castle grinned at her. He looked pointedly at the plates on the table. Three. She looked confused.
"Did Alexis came back early this morning ?", she looked around but noted no evidence of the return of her grand-daughter. As the young woman been here, Martha was pretty sure she would be already prisoner of a tight but welcome hug. "Or...", she made a dramatic pause and smiled. "Do we have company ? Detective Beckett, maybe ?" She gave a little laugh at her son's expression. He was grinning from ear to ear, nodding frantically. "Oh ! I'm happy for you, kiddo ! Don't mess it up !", she said keeping it real, in a true Martha Rodgers' style. But nothing could rain on Castle's parade that morning. He flipped the last pancake expertly, checking its cooking before putting it at the top of the pile.
On cue, Beckett appeared in the living room. She slowed down seeing Martha was here, her back to her. She looked down at her attire. An oversized tee, Castle's, over her jeans. Maybe she should go and put her own top on, she wondered. But the look on Castle's face had given away her presence to the older woman. Martha swirled to face her.
"Kate ! How nice of you to join us ! Pancakes ?"
"Hello Martha", the detective greeted, tentatively, not knowing how to act and feeling awkward. But the actress was already busying herself by carrying the plate of pancakes and glasses of orange juice to the table. She had started ranting about the amount of things she had to do, on a sunday, no less. Castle walked up to Beckett and put a cup of coffee in her hand. He brushed away her wet curls from her shoulder with a finger and gave her a quick kiss. Everything was feeling normal. She started to relax.
"So I take it your school is getting busy ? That's great", Beckett asked Martha as she sat down at the table.
"I don't even know where to begin anymore !", Martha complained. Her brow furrowed when Castle put in front of Beckett what look like an omelet. "I never knew it cou...Darling. Don't eat that !"
"What ?" Beckett was puzzled.
"Richard !", His mother scowled.
He ignored her and addressed Beckett.
"This. Is a smore'lette. Or, as I call it : Breakfast Heaven !"
"It's disgusting Richard !" Martha took the plate as she got up and went to the kitchen to throw it in the can. "It's chocolate and marshmallows in an omelette", she explained for Beckett's benefit. The detective, while used to bodies and gruesome crime scenes, couldn't help but feel a bit sick at the thought.
"I could have eat it", Castle pouted.
Beckett looked from Martha to him. Well, she thought, everything was as normal as it could be, considering who she was having breakfast with.