i posted in a hurry, sorry if there's any mistakes. i'll fix it later :)
She's sitting on the edge of the kitchen counter, staring at him. He's making them diner. Italian. She can't move again.
He glances at her several times. Smiles kindly, his eyes smothered by his cheeks when his lips stretch. He's smiling, but she knows he's a little miserable. Anxious and nervous. It's her fault, of course.
He leaves the boiling diner. Approaches her. She must have a pained look on her face. He always knows how she's feeling without her having to utter a single word. He takes both her hands in his, rests them on her thighs. She's freezing.
"Let's forget about everything, just for a little while." Castle whispers
"That will make it worse" she answers sadly.
"Let it." he utters sharply.
She moves her head forward a little. He reads the make me forget splattered on her face. So he closes the space between them, pressing his lips against hers. She pushes him a little, kisses him harder. He lets go of her hands and places them on her thighs, grips them and runs his hands up slowly. She gasps, breaks the kiss and buries her face in his neck, kisses him there.
The pot starts making strange noises. They break apart. Castle cups her face, nudges his nose against her gently. He plants a soft kiss on her mouth and turns away, moving towards the stove.
They make it thought diner, mostly in silence. They ate quickly, sharing looks between bites. She thanks him for the meal, says it's delicious as always. He kisses her for that, his thumb on her chin.
"Cas-"
"No, not yet" he cracks, his lips touching hers when they speak. Their eyes are closed.
"We have t-"
"Tomorrow. Please."
"I have this clench in my stomach, makes me sick. I don't know what to do." She furrows her eyebrows. He knows she feels horrible.
"Try putting it out of your mind. I'll help you. Just tonight." He tries to ease her pain. But he feels it too. That clench in his stomach, it wont' let him breathe properly. He fells suffocated.
"Come on Beckett. Let's go to bed. We can worry about it tomorrow."
She knows it will be harder this way. She can't really imagine how her life will be like without him. She hopes he can be okay without her. The other way around will never happen.
After the kitchen looks decent enough, he puts an arm around her waist and leads her to the bedroom.
They get in his shower. He rubs soap on her. She kisses him slowly, distracts him, takes her time. The water is so hot, when they leave they're both smoking and red skinned.
She steals one of his shirts, a red one, particularly large that cover half her thighs. He puts on boxers and a shirt, which she removes right after he tugs it on.
"I like your chest," she cracks with s smile "and your arms."
He kisses her, takes her hand and pulls her under the covers with him. She moves to be on top of him. Her head on his chest. Kisses it.
He grabs her chin, make her look up. He cracks a smile. Puts his hands on her hips and turns them over. He kisses her softly at first.
"I love you" he breathes out. Puts his hands on her thighs and moves them up slowly. She kisses him harder and puts her arms around him. Rests her hands on his shoulders and grips them.
"I love you too, Rick."