This was another story that popped in my head today. It's Castle and Beckett getting ready.
I watch today, as I have so often before, you sliding on that little black dress that I love so much. You can usually zip it on your own but today, it seems as if you forgot how to complete the task. It's almost funny watching you try. You shimmy to the left, then to the right, thinking that a change in angles would help zip it up. It's completely breathtaking. I smile, one that is hidden from you. Watching the way you move sets my heart on fire, after all this time. Even with the most awkward of movements you manage to make it look so gracefully. Not being the perfect gentleman, you should know that by now, so I won't offer to help you, anytime soon. I want to watch you wiggle and squirm just a little longer. I know that that might be cruel on my part because of all that we have been through but it gives me pleasure to slow things down and just watch...enjoy what life throws at you.
You are nervous just like me, we got an undercover sting just you and me. It takes only a second to get me excited with you and only you. I want to push you to the back wall, right now, for we fall into sync quiet easily. So now I will offer to help you conquer another conquest. One of that stubborn zipper wouldn't you agree. You mention that you can usually do it yourself, trying to make a point that you've made a hundred times before that you don't need anyone's' help. Not even mind. You know that somewhere along the path that we have traveled together, I have become more then partner to on you. I zip you up slowly with ease taking in your cherry sent. "All done." I whisper in your ear just so you can feel my breath on you. You turn your head so your hair tickles my face. You thank me for my services and glance at the clock on the wall.
"We have to go."
"Go where," I wrap my arms around your waist. "For I want to stay here with you."
"We are going to be late,"
"You cares," I try to stall. I remember what happened last time with a stuck zipper and the strapless dress. How could anyone forget, that fateful day.
"No really we will be late, and I..."
You look me over then suddenly laugh, why I don't know. What could be so funny. Your hands reach for my zipper and I'm thinking that you couldn't possible want to have another repeat performance of the last time, now. Although I wouldn't mind. Instead of zipping down, you zip me up. I spent so much time fascinating myself with you and your zipper dance that I forgot about my own problems. That is why we complete each other...
the end