A/N: This is pure fluff and not related to any of the other ones. Inspired by the song Why Don't We Just Dance by Josh Turner.
Disclaimer: Neither the characters nor the song is mine.
They had gotten home from a long case. It had taken them the last three days straight to solve this case. Every time they thought they had the killer, another curve ball was thrown at them. On top of that it had hit a little too close to home for her. She's only said this once or twice before but she wouldn't have been able to solve this case without Castle. All she wanted to do now was curl up on the couch with a glass of red wine and a good book. Maybe she could convince him to let her read the chapters he's been working on. She changed out of her work clothes and into yoga pants and a tank top. She wasn't living with him officially but half of her wardrobe was in closest. They might as well make it official, but she wasn't sure if she was completely ready to take that step. It's not that she had one foot out the door but she liked having the comfort of own place, it had been her home. Well lately it's more of an empty apartment filled with stuff because she spent most of the time at Castle's. She would bring it up soon; when she was 100% sure she was ready to take this step. She must have been lost in thought longer than she realized when she looked up Castle was standing in front of his hands out and there was music playing in the background.
Castle could tell Beckett was tired, and knew it had been a long tough case for her. She killed herself for three days straight, worked herself into the ground to close the case. She needed to just relax tonight and have some fun. While she changed, he turned on some music and lowered the lights. He walked over to her curled up on the couch and stuck his hands out. She looked up at him with a puzzled expression. He waved his hand in a come on just trust me manner. He saw the confusion and exhaustion in her eyes, but also knew that she needed this. She needed to de-stress and wanted to hear her laugh, "Come on Kate, just take my hand and trust me."
She sighed giving in, and knew if she didn't he would not take no for an answer. She took his hand and he pulled her up, one hand wrapped around her waist and the other held her hand up. He started to move them to the beat of the music. It wasn't fast but wasn't really slow either. He knew she was still reluctant but once he got her moving there is no way she'd stop. They swayed and moved to the beat. He could feel her loosening up and starting to let go. The song switched to an upbeat, quick pace. He started moving around the loft; soon he was twirling and spinning her all over. They almost collide with a few walls, the kitchen island even the stairs. He loved this side to her when she came home from the work stripped off detective Beckett and became Kate. She threw head back and her laughter filled the loft, he couldn't really hear the music anymore over her laughter but he didn't care one bit. He loved her laughter more than any other sound because he didn't hear it often. She would chuckle at jokes or laugh at stories he told but it was never like this, never her boisterous laugh. It was the laughter that consumed her he could see it in her eyes and in her smile. This is why he did this, to see her exactly the way she was now.
The song changed again, this time to a slow song. He pulled her in close, could feel her body flush against his. She wasn't wearing heels so her head fit right under chin. He wrapped his arms around her waist and she locked her fingers around his neck. She rested her head on his chest with his head resting on top of hers almost like he was protecting her. They swayed back and forth to the music slowly spinning around. He nuzzled his face in her hair breathing in her scent. It still smelled of cherries and another scent he couldn't quite place but he knew it had to be just her because he had never smelled it before. He would be able to recognize it anywhere, he had memorized it, it was there every night they spent their bodies tangled up in the sheets. He hummed against her neck, moved his lips to her ear and whispered, "I could hold you like this forever."
She smiled as she leaned back to look into his eyes without breaking his embrace, then she stood up on her toes, touching her lips to his. The kiss was slow, their lips moving against each other, her tongue teased his lips he opened in response. The kiss soon turned heated his tongue moving against the roof of her mouth. She moaned into his mouth. His hands moved up to her hair, running his fingers through and pulling her in closer. It seems like they couldn't get close enough. Only breaking apart when they ran out of air. She intertwined their fingers, keeping them connected, as she led him into their bedroom.