"Kiss me, unexpectedly."
December 2014
The eyes of the world are on him.
Okay, exaggeration, but it sure as hell feels like it. His skin is warm, his face flushed, and she's standing right there waiting for him.
Is it fate?
It feels like fate.
After everything they've been through, every disaster, every harsh word and bitten back curse, every narrowed eye and lingering look has lead to this moment. This moment when the world watches him kiss her.
His heart is pounding, his stomach clenching and flipping within his abdomen in terrified anticipation. Their first kiss, in front of all these people.
He's nervous.
He's quiet and biting his lip and watching her and not really sure of where to put his hands, or how to stand.
Then she's coming for him, heels tapping, and his world fades to the sight of her lips and the sound of her voice as she barks, "For god's sake Mr. Castle, let's just get this over with."
The Captain grabs his face, holds his cheeks and kisses him, her fingers curling in his hair and lips opening under against his just enough to feel heat and he absolutely freezes exactly where he stands.
There are cheers and wolf whistles and the entire precinct erupts in giddy delighted laughter, applauding them as Victoria (should he call her that now?) pulls back from his mouth with a loud, wet smacking sound as proof.
The captain kissed him. She kissed him.
With her lips, and her mouth and her tiny, tiny, little body pressed hard against his chest in front of everyone he knows, including her husband and his wife.
Tis the season, and maybe good things come in small packages. Small, scary, bossy packages!
But, next year, he's totally not bringing mistletoe to the precinct Christmas party.