Two of you are following this, so thank you! You may be the only two reading, in that case...

Thanks to Guest for the review :)

For Vicky, who rekindled my muse and who makes me study :P

I don't own anything you recognise.


She couldn't remember when he became 'Rick' rather than 'Castle'. At first she had detested the idea that she wasn't the first to call him that out of love until he informed her that he had been 'Ricky' or 'Richard' to Gina, and more often than not 'Kitten' to Meredith. She claimed it, then.


Every time his name tumbled from her lips in a breathless gasp he fell in love with her a little bit more. It symbolised a closeness that she had only recently granted him, when he had broken down her wall and peeled back the layers of the Beckett onion. Quickly it had become one of his favourite sounds, the often impatient exclamation as he gave in to his childish whims. Today, it had been tickling. She had never seemed like the ticklish type, but the squeal of his name his gentle attack had elicited had proved him otherwise.


This one's short, and the majority of them range from 100-250 words. That said, today I churned out a 1300 one.

Requests/prompts gladly received, as are reviews!

Laters

~wolfergirl