Chapel

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They rode over to the chapel in a new found comfortable silence. Few words had been exchanged post Alexis' interrogation. Neither was willing to find out if the right answer was "Yes" or "No."

As they stood in foyer of the chapel Castle began running a mental tally of all the signs that it was a date. She let him open the car door, took his hand to exit the car, two points for date. She shifted her leg away when he tried to rest his hand on her thigh, she open the chapel door for herself, two points for no date. Everything outside his apartment led him to a tie, but that dress. No woman shows up, uninvited, wearing a dress like that, CFMs, showing off legs like that for a non-date. Yep it's a date.

Castle felt her hip bump his, jostling him out of his thoughts. "What are you thinking Castle? Are you doing face aerobics? Smile, scowl, smile. Challenging to know what you're thinking."

He was starting to feel in control, sure she had him off balance from the moment he caught her strutting her stuff in his living room, but everything was coming into focus. He was right, she made her move and now Kate Beckett was looking for reassurance from him. "Not thinking, knowing."

She ran her tongue over her lips as she raised a quizzical eyebrow at him "Care to share?"

Castle gently brushed the back of his hand up and down her arm "You tell me yours and I'll tell you mine."

Kate gave him a wicked little smile "Castle isn't it 'you show me yours and I'll show you mine?'"

With the waggle of an eyebrow he "Why Detective Beckett are you propositioning me in the foyer of a chapel? If you would like to show me yours I would be happy to reciprocate, I am sure there unoccupied confessional around here someplace."

Kate shook her head in disbelief "A confessional?" giving him a playful pat on the chest "How about I just, what did you say? 'Tell you mine'"

With a childlike grin he agreed "Fine, be that way. Tell me your answer Alexis' question."

Crap. She was sure she had dodged that one, father like daughter. Make you think everything is good to go, only to be hit with a zinger.

Castle held his breath, a glint of hope in his eye – just let Kate be honest, don't let him be wrong.

Kate turned to face him and softly whispers "You know, fancy clothes, fancy food and dancing – sounded like a good place for a date."

He gave her arm a quick squeeze and rubbed his hands with glee. Castle wasn't sure he would get away with picking her up and spinning her about like he wanted to, he settled for a friendly threat, "Katherine Beckett you have no idea what you are in for."

"In for?" she said in a voice that makes his spine tingle and his mind go to dirty, oh so very dirty places.

"'In for'. If, this is a date, which you just said, it was...actually could you let me get my phone out and then you could say it again and I could record it for evidence. You know just in case I need it later."

Kate quickly reached up and gave his ear a gentle caress "You won't need a recording, I'll remind you."

Castle smile beamed as he stepped closer and lowered his voice, "Good, because since it's a date I will spend part of the night fantasizing about how many dresses you tried on until you picked this ONE. THE dress, the dress that you knew would do crazy things to my imagination. It is so you, reserved and oh so naughty all rolled up into one."

Kate smirked at his comments about her dress. It had achieved the desired impact. She knew when Castle first glanced at the front he was a disappointed, way too conservative, and not enough skin. But after an eyeful of the plunging back he was a puddle of goo. Plenty of skin topped off with a wee bit of naughty.

Castle was on a roll, the drawbridge was down and he was charging through it. His mouth took over and left his mind behind. "When I am not thinking about that dress and the legs that go with it, and the possibility of those legs wrapped around me, my mind will wonder when the right time is to ask you to dance – slow or fast. Best of all I will be waiting for a sign."

He lost her, "Sign?" she said with a quizzical look.

Why was she nervous? This was worse than prom. How old was she? Was it the new level of confidence in his voice? Was it the way he looked in that tux? Or was it that she wanted to take him home and have him undress her. After all she dressed him, doesn't he owe her?

Castle leaned over pressed his lips to her ear and whispered "The sign that you can't wait any longer for my kiss, because Katherine Beckett there will be a kiss."

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