Summary: 'you and i have memories longer than the road that stretches out ahead' Ten years. Two partners. One car. A series of drabbles.
Disclaimer: I am one of billions of people who do not own Castle. I am one of millions of people who trust Andrew Marlowe and co. to treat my babies well. I am one of one people who is currently wishing I was curled up in bed watching the episode of Morecambe and Wise that had The Beatles on it. That last point isn't, admittedly, very important except to add that title and lyrics were written by Sir Thumbs Aloft himself.
you and i have memories
longer than the road that stretches out ahead
Year Five
[ in which Castle convinces his partner that keeping his hands to himself is near impossible ]
He's whining again and Kate wishes they were outside the precinct, at home (at his loft, she corrects herself), so she could just kiss him quiet. She's been doing a lot of that lately. She knows that this has all happened the way it has, the time, the place, for the best but she catches herself thinking it would have been a much more effective - and pleasurable, if she's honest with herself - method of silencing her partner in months and years past. Now, though, she settles for a hand on his forearm, a quick warning squeeze. They've decided not to tell their co-workers about their fledging relationship and even though Kate's not certain whether Esposito's still in the dark she knows Gates is and that can't change anytime soon because they will not risk Rick being kicked out of the precinct, especially when her own footing is so precarious.
"Are we going or what, Beckett? Wouldn't want our perp to escape those lovely cuffs of yours?"
She wants to retort, make some sultry comment in his ear about what she really wants to do with the lovely cuffs to another naughty man she knows but she can't, dammit. Castle's triumphant smirk and her faint blush will give the game away instantaneously. Instead, she rolls her eyes and marches them both out to her unmarked. As she turns the key in the ignition Kate can feel his eyes on her and turns. "Yes, Castle?"
"You're beautiful." And dammit if that simple comment and the genuine, open expression of love and devotion on his face doesn't entirely melt her insides. She looks at the mirrors, checking if anyone else is nearby in the parking lot before pulling Castle in for a passionate but far too brief kiss. He chases her lips as she pulls away and she shakes her head.
"Not now." But later, definitely later. When they're at the loft and she can remove that gorgeous blue shirt from his body and just... Not now.
He's touching her before they've even hit the first set of traffic lights. Yes, what they're doing isn't that urgent but seriously, Castle, not now. "But Kate," and god, why does he have to sound all seductive and hot, "I can't stop. You really do make it impossible, you know." He runs a finger down her cheek then leans in to press his lips against her neck as they wait for the light to turn green. She can't help emitting a light sigh at the softness of his kiss and Kate can feel his smile.
He makes it impossible, too. She doesn't even have it together enough to deny their relationship change when Esposito asks Castle why he has lipstick on his neck when they arrive back at the precinct later that day. How can she have it together when Castle's sitting right next to her, drawing small circles on her thigh? Impossible man.