99. "We're in an abandoned lodge in the middle of nowhere. Sure, you're totally right, nothing bad could ever happen here."
"Isn't this place great!" Castle enthused as he stared in wide-eyed awe at the small lounge and the small adjoining kitchen.
"Yes, lovely, very… er… rustic," muttered Kate as she dumped her bag on the couch, grimacing as a cloud of dust billowed up as a result. She wrinkled her nose in disgust and tried not to sneeze, but failed.
Her husband glanced back at her with a raised eyebrow. "Allergies?"
She gave him a pointed look and gestured towards the dust cover couch. "Yeah, I'm allergic to dust," she groused sarcastically. When Castle had talked her into this weekend getaway, he had claimed this place would be just as nice as her father's cabin. Right now, she'd have to strongly disagree.
Castle shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly, and stepped further into the cabin, removing his coat and casually tossing it over the back of the armchair by the blackened, soot-covered fireplace, steadfastly ignoring the cloud of dust that puffed up into the air. He turned back around and playfully tickled her side as he scooted in closer to her, slinking his arms around her waist.
"Come on, Kate, turn that frown upside down," he encouraged, pressing soft nibbling kisses to her jawline before slanting his mouth over hers in a toe curling kiss.
Kate sighed and closed her eyes as she eased into his embrace, returning the kiss with just as much fervor and passion. She rewarded him with a modest smile, biting down on her lower lip, knowing just how much it drove him crazy.
"This weekend is going to be great," he promised, wiggling his eyebrows in an attempt to get her to laugh, which he did. "Getting away from the city should do us both some good."
Kate pursed her lips and cocked her head as she stared up at her always optimistic husband. "Hmm," she hummed, furrowing her brow as if in thought. "We're in an abandoned lodge in the middle of nowhere. Sure, you're totally right, Rick. Nothing bad could ever happen here."
"See! That's the spirit," his hands squeezed her hipbones, blatantly ignoring her not too subtle sarcastic tone, instead focusing on tugging her closer for another kiss. He pulled away with a wide smile, his eyes sparkling with enthusiasm and gratitude for all that she put up being married to him. He turned around and grabbed their luggage. "Why don't I put these in the bedroom and then we'll warm up in a nice hot bath, what'd you say?"
"That sounds perfect," Kate agreed, lighting touching his arm affectionately and smiling softly at his subtly excited expression. "I'll just go grab the groceries we picked up from the general store."
"Love you," Castle declared, stealing another kiss from her before hurrying off in search of the single bedroom and bathroom combo.
Kate watched him go with a slightly amused expression, before her eyebrows knitted together in worry that the bed would be just as 'great' as the rest of the place was. Knowing their luck, the mattress would probably be lumpy. But, then again, her husband would probably find a way to make even that work. After all the man did have a very, very creative imagination. She had just returned with the grocery bags when she heard Castle groan in disbelief and dismay. He appeared moments later with a contrite expression.
"What?" she asked, trying to act casual.
"You were right," he stated flatly.
"It got worse," he said. "There's no hot water."