A/N: First of all, thanks for the follows and favorites. :)
So, this is the third chapter- references of 2x02- Double Down, a.k.a. the honeymilk episode.
As I am discovering, I can't be at peace once I start writing something until I finish it. So other chapters will be up soon.

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Today has been exhausting- for both of us. So after dinner we don't turn on the TV like we usually do. He goes directly to bed. I follow after a few minutes with two mugs of warm honey-milk in my hands- it's becoming kind of a ritual. I hand him one and climb on the bed beside him.

Then I notice he's not taking a sip. Instead he is staring at the mug, little creases appearing on his forehead.

'What's the matter?' I ask.

He looks up, and the blue in his eyes look troubled.

'It's nothing, just…'

'Just?' I prompt.

'It's just that I accidentally let it slip that we drink this together and now…' he sighs, 'now I've acquired the nickname 'honeymilk'.

I can see how that would be disturbing for a detective of the New York Police Department, but he's looking at me, two soft white centers have appeared in the middle of the blue pools of his eyes- the light reflecting on them- and he looks so much like a 7-year old with toy-and-teddy-bear issues that I have to work hard to keep a straight face.

'Who calls you that?' I try to sound sympathetic. 'Javier'?

'Castle too.' He sounds very grumpy. Then he shakes his head, looking at the mug, and I have to burst out laughing.

He looks at me. I see shock in his eyes for a moment before it's gone. They gleam when he asks me, trying to sound solemn and betrayed, 'Et tu, Brutus?'

'Aw', I try to stop laughing, 'don't look so sad, darling. A cute detective like you deserves a cute nickname like that. You know,' I wiggle my eyebrows and assume a faux-grand tone, 'His voice was like honey, his skin was like milk- they called him honeymilk!' I barely finish before I dissolve into laughter again.

When I'm still enough to look, he's staring at me, expression incredulous. 'My voice is like honey? My skin is like milk?'

I start laughing again. 'Why are you so shocked? They're compliments!'

And after a few moments, he's silently laughing with me.

I take his mug from him and put that alongside mine on the side-table. Then I put my arms around his neck.

'Kevin Ryan,' I say softly, 'I don't care what anyone calls you. And you shouldn't either. When someone says 'honeymilk', think of this', I press my lips on his, 'and this', I suck onto his lower lip gently, 'and this'…his lips are moving with mine now, and before long we are making out like teenagers in high-school.

I pull away after several minutes, gasping for breath.

'Yeah, this. Think about this and you'll be smiling, and nobody will know what your secret is.'

'Great idea', his voice is hoarse, his eyes are the blue of oceans in storm, 'but other problems might arise if I think about this…'

I punch him on his shoulder. 'Is detective honeymilk'-his eyes go wide at that address-'trying to be naughty'?

'Detective honeymilk?!'

Before I can say anything he has me trapped in his arms.

'I'll give you honeymilk.'

'Please do…' his lips smother mine before I can finish and I can feel his smile against my lips before we are kissing once again and everything else is forgotten.

As we lose ourselves in each other, laughing and panting at the same time, his eyes remind me of Double Blue- the flower, and with that all things summer.

And yes, it has been more than a year since our first date and many things changed- Michael Jackson is dead, I have a new job, I have a boyfriend and I am living with him- one thing has not- I still see blue in his eyes, really see it, like I don't anywhere else.

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