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 Seven
[ in which Castle is very pleased his windows are tinted and the drive is taking longer than expected ]
She's sure the honeymoon was meant to get her ridiculous need to have sex with her husband out of her system. However, they're on their way to the premiere for Heat Rises (which is FINALLY being released after a few 'issues' with the studio, a rehab-bound lead and an arrogant director) and she can't seem to stop touching him. Rick is trying to stay on his best behavior; she knows that. Even though the media and public have known for ages that they're a couple, this will be their first public appearance since they got married last month and she knows Castle wants to do this right. She's attended two book releases as his significant other now but this is a whole other ballgame.
They'd arrived in LA late last night and collapsed exhausted into the huge bed. The huge bed had not collapsed exhausted when they spent the early hours of the morning making love in it. The shower had likewise been very tolerant of their insatiability...
And now Kate is running her fingers along the soft fabric of Rick's black pants, leaning into him to press her lips against his neck. He smiles lovingly at her and she wants him to... God. She's pathetic. She lets her hand drift further up his leg and he shoots her a warning look. She smirks. "Alright there, Rick?"
"For now," he manages to say whilst grimacing. She chuckles and squeezes him through his pants just once.
"Later, okay?"
"How soon do you want to be a widow, Kate, because I swear I'm going to die if you keep looking at me like you want me right now."
She's almost embarrassed at how whiny she sounds when she replies, whispering in his ear. "I neeeed you right now, Rick." He exhales and shuts his eyes tightly and she can feel him tense beneath her fingertips. She grabs his tie and pulls him closer to her. When he finally meets her eyes, she smiles at her husband. "Please."
He groans. "I'm so glad we have tinted windows."
"Personally, I've never been so pleased at how ridiculously slowly we seem to be moving through the traffic..." Kate shifts in her seat and rests her hands on either side of Rick's face. He glances down to her ring finger and grins proudly before kissing her, soft, gentle.
She needs more than that. She takes his hand and puts it on her almost bare leg (Rick's expression had glazed over when she'd shown him what dress she was going to wear) and he grins against her.
"Touch me, Rick."
Later, when they're cringing at the cheesy dialogue in the film and blushing at their alter-egos getting down and dirty on the big screen, her partner takes her hand in his. "Love you, Kate." And it's the way that it sounds so normal, so right, that makes Kate pull him for a long, deep kiss instead of watching the movie that is playing right in front of them.