#do you ever wonder what might have happened if castle’s phone hadn’t rung?#if they really WERE going to part ways?#maybe he would have asked her out#or invited her to dinner at the loft#maybe he would have pursued her but took it slow#because he knew she was kind of skitterish#and maybe he would have waited to kiss her until one afternoon when they were walking in central park#and the first snow started to fall#and she looked up at him with a glowing smile and child-like wonder in her eyes#and he just couldn’t help himself any longer#he would have HAD to kiss her right then#but he kept it sweet and delicate#but when he pulled away she grabbed him around the neck and pulled him in again#this kiss deeper and slower and more passionate#and when they finally pulled away from each other#more than a little breathless and flushed in the cheeks#and they rested their foreheads together#she would have whispered#’come home with me tonight’#ok bye now (x)
Let’s do this.
Castle and Beckett stared at each other, both waiting for the other to say something and neither wanting to leave without…
Castle didn’t even know what. But he’d spent nearly a year of his life with this woman, side-by-side, fighting crime and solving murders, using her as inspiration for his novel, and yet…
He wanted more. More than just teasing quips and too-long glances. More than coffee and bear claws in the morning, and midnight calls for cases that caused electricity to run through his veins. He wanted to hold her hand, as childish as it may seem, and go for walks in the park. he wanted to take her out for dinner, even if it was just as friends…
No, that was a lie. He didn’t want to be just friends with Kate Beckett; he wanted more.
And he was going to get it.
Castle opened his mouth to invite her…where? To dinner? Maybe a movie? He had no idea, but he needed to say something. But, before he could, Beckett’s phone rang and they both jumped.
She smiled at him, apologetically—as if it were her fault that somebody had suddenly decided to call her—and pulled out the offending object, putting it to her ear.
"Beckett," she answered, in her usual business-like tone. She listened for a moment, nodding and ‘mmhmming’ before shooting him an apologetic look and hanging up. "That was Espo," she said, "we—I’ve got a body.”
Castle felt his heart fall, but he forced a smile, anyway. “Becektt-flavored?” he asked, teasingly. She smirked.
"That’s what he said," she replied, not moving. Why wasn’t she leaving yet?
"I’ll walk you out?" It was posed as a question, though not meant to be, and Beckett nodded, giving him a small smile.
"Sure," she said.
They walked side-by-side, their arms barely brushing, in silence. Finally, when they reached the doors, Castle took his chance.
"Beckett," he said, startling her, "oh, sorry!" he said. "I didn’t mean to scare you."
Kate laughed, shaking her head. “You didn’t,” she insisted. “I guess I’m just not used to you being this quiet. What’s on your mind?”
"Uh, well I was just wondering…" he faltered.
"Yeeeesss?" Kate prompted, as they stepped into the cool October air, wind tousling her short hair adorably.
"Um, well," Castle stuttered, "I was just wondering if…you’dliketogetcoffeesometime?"
Kate blinked at him, one eyebrow lifting and was about to ask him to speak slower when her detective’s mind finally deciphered what he was trying to say and she grinned.
"Sure, Castle," she said, "I’d like that."
Castle’s eyes widened in surprise. “Y-you would?” he asked.
Kate nodded. “On one condition,” she said, firmly.
"Anything." He winced at the desperation in his voice. When did he become so desperate for the attentions of a woman.
But this isn’t just any woman, he reminded himself. This is Kate Beckett.
"You have to let me preview the first chapters of the new novel. Deal?"
"Deal," he replied, grinning. Kate smiled back at him, before turning to her car and walking around it to get in.
"I’ll call you when the case is over," she promised, giving him a little wave.
He waved back and she was off.
A few days later, Castle was just putting the finishing touches on chapter three of the spy novel when his cell phone rang. He reached for it, absently, and put it to his ear, cradling it with his shoulder as his hand reached back for the keyboard.
"Hello," he said, his eyes still glued to the screen.
"Hey, Castle," Kate’s voice floated through the line, causing a shiver to run up his spine, "you busy?"
Immediately, he stopped typing. “Nope,” he lied. “What’s up?”
"Well," Beckett replied, "the case is over. It was the son-in-law."
"Son-in-law? Can’t you tell me any more than that?"
"Nope," Kate said. "Police business is confidential to anybody who is not directly involved with it, remember?"
"Right," he sighed, his heart falling as he looked at the screen. Suddenly, he didn’t care so much about a certain secret agent who shall not be named. But then his heart lifted as he thought about what her call meant for him—for them.
"So," Beckett’s voice purred over the line, "coffee?"
"I’ll meet you in half an hour?" Castle offered. He looked at the clock on his computer; it was just past six. "Or we could grab dinner if you want. I doubt you’ve eaten today."
Kate laughed. “You’re right about that,” she laughed. “I was in the box throughout lunch trying to break this guy. When I finally did, I had paperwork, so I’m starved!”
Castle chuckled. “Wanna meet at Remy’s then?’ he asked. “My treat.”
"Done," she laughed. "See you then, Castle. Don’t forget the novel."
He looked at his screen, smiling at the chapter he’d been able to bang out.
When Castle met Beckett at Remy’s, he had two of the three chapters he’d been working on, hoping that just mentioning the third would be enough for a second date—if this could even be considered a date.
The second he arrived at their table, where Beckett was already seated, she grabbed the manuscript from his hands and began to absorb the words, getting lost in the little world he’d created.
As she read, he watched her, only looking away when he had to order their food. Eventually, Kate finished and looked up at him with a dazed expression.
"Wow," she breathed, "that’s really good."
Castle grinned proudly. “I try,” he retorted.
They talked about his advancements in the book as they ate and she asked him if he’d written any more. He told her that he had another chapter in the works and she responded by casually arranging another date for them to meet so that she could read it, much to Castle’s enjoyment—though he tried not let it show.
After that, they talked about other things—his family and her work and how the boys were holding up without him there to tease. He told her about Alexis practically kicking both him and Martha out so that she could study for the PSAT’s in peace.
"I remember those days," Kate groaned. "Both my parents were throwing SAT words in my direction for the weeks leading up to the test and my mom even bought one of those stupid little book things to help me study—which she did, nonstop." She laughed and Castle felt his heart swell; Beckett had never been this open about her personal life before. It made him feel special that she was actually talking to him about it.
When they’re dinner was done, Castle promised to call when his next couple of chapters were done so that they could meet again, and they said goodbye with another lingering look, before going in opposite directions.
Weeks passed and they continued to meet up, becoming better friends than when they’d actually been partners. They laughed and joked and took walks and went to movies like any other friends, but this was somehow different.
They continued to share the long glances and shy smiles, even as Beckett read Castle’s novel, which he’d had a better and easier time writing than any other—and it wasn’t just because of a certain secret agent.
Every single time one of their ‘dates’ ended, he’d gone home and spent all night outlining and typing out chapter after chapter, which made both his publisher and his publicist very very happy. But he wasn’t doing it for them.
He was doing it for her.
Finally came the day when he finished his first book and handed in the manuscript—which Kate had already read in it’s entirety. It was the fastest he’d ever written a book and he was month’s ahead of his deadline, so Gina told him to take a break—that he’d earned it with all his hard work.
He’d been afraid that when he showed up to meet Kate empty-handed, that it would be reason enough not to meet up with him anymore, but all Kate did when he told her was joke that she’d better get an advanced signed copy. Castle had laughed as well and they’d gone on like they always had, sans the manuscript, and enjoyed themselves immensely.
On her birthday, he surprised her by having Montgomery let her take the day off—it was only paperwork, so it wasn’t a really big deal—promising that he’d call her if they had a case for her.
Kate had almost readily agreed—though she feigned reluctance.
The truth was, she had come to love spending time with Castle outside work. He was no longer the playboy millionaire writer-boy that she’d first met, but more of the loving, excitable, man-child that made her life a little more…fun. She’d never told him that before, but it was true.
He was the light in her life—as cheesy as it might sound.
So she was more than happy to take a day off from paperwork to hang out with him and do whatever he had planned for her.
Their journey started at a little cafe, the very same one, he told her, where he went every morning for her bear claw and coffee.
They’d been able to get a nice corner, with two plush arm chairs and a table between them, talking and laughing with each other and having a great time, before he looked at his watch and pulled her to her feet.
"We’re going to be late to the movie," he said, helping her get her coat on.
"What movie?" Kate asked, following him out of the shop and down the street, towards the Angelica theater.
"You’ll see," he said, pulling her by the hand. "You’re gonna love it; it’s one of Leslie Nielson’s best films."
Kate’s eyes widened at that. “Forbidden Planet?” she asked, in awe. He grinned and nodded.
"You’ve seen it?" he asked. Kate smiled, finally speeding up to walk next to him, their hands still connected.
"I love that movie!" she exclaimed. He grinned proudly and they continued on, their hands not disconnecting until he had to pay for their tickets. Both of them felt the loss, but neither openly acknowledged it.
Throughout the movie, they laughed and spared glances at each other, whispering little comments to one another and snickering, like schoolchildren. They shared popcorn and snacks, and when Castle finished his soda, Beckett surprised him by offering her a sip of her own.
"You paid for it," she’d pointed out, shrugging. Castle just grinned at her, taking a long sip, certain that he could almost taste her lips on the straw.
Afterwards, they’d gone to get a late lunch at Remy’s and then wandered through a book store with mountains of old used and tattered books, reading inscriptions and getting lost in the age-softened pages.
Kate found a book she particularly loved and Castle bought it for her, despite her protests.
"Consider it a birthday gift," he retorted.
"I thought everything we’ve done today was your birthday gift to me," she replied, lifting her brow.
"Your birthday’s not over yet," he chuckled.
Kate had just rolled her eyes and accepted the offered book, before pulling him out of the store, where they met with the cold pinpricks of gently falling snow.
"It’s snowing!" Castle exclaimed, smiling like a little boy. He stuck out his tongue and Kate laughed, shaking her head at him. He grinned at her and suddenly took her hand, tugging her in the direction of Central Park.
Kate tried to ignore the spark of electricity that shot up her arm at the sudden touch, but it was no use.
She allowed him to pull her through the West entrance of the park and they immediately started down the path, which was blanketed by snow as they walked.
"This is beautiful," Kate murmured, as they walked. The sun had long since been covered by snow clouds and it was already past five, which meant that it was getting darker, as the days had begun to grow shorter. The lights in the park began turning on all around them, lighting the path ahead, making it look even lovelier.
Castle eyed Kate sideways, watching with rapt attention at the smile that lit up her face as she looked around at all the snow floating around them, weightless. Her cheeks were rosy and her hand was warm in his, her thumb rubbing over his knuckles, absently. The hair under her little hat was sprinkled with tiny snowflakes and her nose crinkled and another one fell on it.
Castle was hit with the sudden urge to kiss her, to throw away all pretense of their ‘platonic’ relationship and just go for it. Because, honestly, there was nothing platonic about them. He knew it and he suspected she did, too.
His hand tightened on hers and she looked up at him, inquisitively, taking in his intense expression. His cheeks were flushed and his blue eyes were gazing a hole through her head.
"Castle," she said, concerned, "are you alr—"
His mouth covered hers, cutting off her words, in the sweetest, most gentle kiss either of them had ever felt, their lips clinging to one another’s.
He was pulling back way too quickly for either of their liking and Kate felt the need to reach her arms around his neck and pull him back.
So she did.
She attacked his lips with a passion that she hadn’t felt in a long—no, wait. She’d never felt this kind of passion for anybody. It was a completely new sensation and she welcomed it, allowing the kiss to be slow and deep and burning, feeling his hands push against the small of her back as he pulled her into his body, moaning her name against her lips.
When they finally pulled back for real, both were smiling like fools, their foreheads pressed together, cheeks flushed and breaths mingling, noses rubbing together affectionately. Their arms were still holding on to one another, tightly as if they would float away from each other if one let go.
They were silent for a few moments, just allowing the snow to fall peacefully around them as they breathed each other in. Then Kate looked up and into his eyes, startled by the dark-blue intensity that how own green ones met, but only slightly.
She leaned in to brush her lips against his again, never losing eye contact. “Come home with me tonight,” she whispered, huskily.
Castle nodded, kissing her lips sweetly. “Always,” he said.
Written by Cassie Bones.
Really sorry this is so long, but really I’m not. MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL WHO CELEBRATE!! AND HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!
Now that is how you write an AU fic!
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Tony and Michelle… My goodness, the feels!! Season 2 was adorable, season 3 was emotional torture, season 4 was AHHHHH, season 5 beat my emotions to a pulp, and then season 7 came along and brutally murdered me. :’(
On the bright side, my fanfiction muse is back with a vengeance!! Since these two didn’t get a happy ending on the show, I’m going to give them one with the help of a highly classified time travel device and post-S7 Tony. I’m rewriting history to save them. <3
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Michelle, don’t go there.
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You still have a chance and while there’s still a chance, I don’t wanna talk about this.
I’m head over heels in love with these two… <3
Rules to live by. :)
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