HAHA! I escaped the evil clutches of essay writing but only temporarily! I must type as fast as possee-blay! (possible)
"Esposito, get Castle wired up. I'm going to get changed." Beckett called as she headed towards the lockers.
The black dress bag she'd asked Lani to pick up was hanging in her locker. Beckett slowly unzipped the bag in dread, a flash of shimmering dark smoky silver confirmed her fears and she groaned. The dresses that she'd worn in front of Castle and her colleagues had all, excluding the hasty number she'd thrown together to rescue Castle from the Russians, been tasteful, maybe a little racy, but definitely tasteful. This little number currently occupying the black dress bag was anything but classy, racy; most definitely, tasteful; absolutely not, sexy; no doubt, with a main course of slut. In essence she wouldn't even deign to call it a dress.
The "dress" currently occupying her locker had actually been a gag gift from Lani for Beckett's thirtieth birthday. She'd tried it on at the insistence of her best friend then hastily extracted her overly exposed body from it and hung it at the back of her closet where it only saw the light of day when she cleaned out said closet.
The dress was forgotten until Lani on occasion saw fit to allude to its existence and send them into fits of laughter, Beckett's tinged with embarrassment. Tonight, unfortunately, presented the perfect opportunity to wear the dreaded dress. She'd specifically told her friend that under no certain circumstances was that dress to end up in the bag but the look on Lani's face was anything but innocent as she handed the over the dress bag. The smile Lani gave her clearly told the detective that her friend had disobeyed the order.
Beckett muttered explicit curses to herself as she extracted the "dress" from the bag.
Lani interrupted her curses, "You know I did good."
Beckett whirled and glared at her best friend.
"I searched through that closet of yours. Half those dresses are outdated and the other half weren't fit for this operation. You don't exactly have the 'rich party slut' wardrobe, Kate" Lani said her hands raised in defense, a smirk playing at her lips.
Beckett rolled her eyes and grumbled, "I'm sure you could have come up with something, anything other than this dress."
Lani grinned, "I'm good but I'm not that good…besides this was so much more… fun"
Beckett snorted.
"Get over it" commanded Lani, "Sit down so I can do your hair."
Tussled, teased, hair sprayed, flat ironed, and a few tastefully placed pins later, Beckett's hair was done.
Lani smiled proudly, "I do good work. Now for the make-up"
Lani turned towards the dress and examined it thoroughly as she mapped out what products to use. Eyeliner, foundation, and a line of beauty products applied, Lani gave a satisfied smirk as she applied one last swipe of lip gloss to Beckett's lips.
"Gorgeous, girl! Now slip into that dress" Lani said with a naughty grin. Beckett shimmied into the dress and made her way out of the locker room, Lani following close behind.
"Don't you have dead bodies to attend to?"Beckett hinted.
"They're dead they can wait. I want to be there for the unveiling. I'm sure a certain writer's reaction will be priceless."
Beckett rolled her eyes and her cheeks warmed, "Will you get off that already? Richard Castle goes after anything with two legs and a chest at least a 32AA"
"Doesn't keep you from wantin' him" Lani replied slyly.
Beckett snorted and rolled her eyes, "Yeah, right."
As they walked through the precinct hallways the women were followed by wolf whistles, dropped jaws, and a few noises of disbelief.
"I may have a few extra bodies to tote back to the morgue" Lani mentioned.
They grinned wickedly and veered towards the bullpen. "Ryan might just have a coronary." Lani added.
Beckett swayed sexily into the bullpen. Ryan looked up from a file, did a double take of Beckett, inhaled sharply, and choked in shock. He punched Esposito trying to get his friend's attention.
"Dude, you really need to stop choking on your own…" Esposito trailed off as he caught sight of Beckett, "Now, that's hot." he said with a smirk. Beckett rolled her eyes indulgently.
Beckett spotted Castle sitting in her chair, oblivious, with his nose buried in a file and his feet on her desk.
"Castle!" Beckett barked, "Feet off-"
"the desk" Castle finished for her, his voice muffled behind the file. He quickly extracted his feet from her desk, he may have been mocking her but she still had a gun.
"If you have to get that close to the file, Castle, perhaps you need glasses." Lani teased.
"Ah, the beautiful Dr. Perish. What brings you to the land of the living? Did you find something on the…" Castle trailed off as he lowered the file and caught sit of Beckett standing before him.
More precisely he caught site off smooth toned never ending legs. His gaze traveled upwards and onwards from toned calves to perfect knees, he waited desperately to be stopped by cloth only to find his gaze unhindered. He was free to gaze at beautiful toned thighs until, finally, smoky shimmering silver cloth halted his wandering eyes and pinned them a few centimeters shy of being indecent.
The smoky satin material clung desperately to the few inches of thigh it was connected to and held tight to her hips. He yanked his gaze upward and followed the silky material only to be jarred from the smooth material by a triangle of lacy black that bordered flesh. Just above the lacy black he was faced with her perfect innie bellybutton that was exposed to his wandering gaze and the urge to run his fingertip along the inner ridge. He curled his fingers into a fist reigning in the impulse and tearing his gaze from the perfect belly button onto the highway of flesh flanked by smoky silver satin.
His piercing blue eyes traveled over her exposed abdomen and upwards hoping that soon the highway of flesh would soon be closed by the flanking cloth.
Oh, the cloth finally came together, not the way he expected of course. The same black lace that triangled below, connected the smoky cloth and accentuated certain…assets…a pair to be exact…a pair that he was staring at far to long. He flinched, the image of gun flashing in his minds eye, dragged his eyes to her beautiful bare collar bone that was tickled by her loose hair, traveled up her long neck to her shining full lips that seemed to be shaping words, and finally made it to her scowling eyes.
"CASTLE!...CASTLE!" she called.
"I think writer boy is in shock" snickered Esposito.
Okay there is more to come but I figured ya'll deserved this chappy!!!!
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