Title: Skating Lessons

Author: Aimee

Word Count: 581

Prompt: Ice Skating

Rating: PG

Spoilers: A spoiler-free zone.

Pairing: Castle/Beckett

Summary: Castle and Beckett go ice skating.

Disclaimer: If you recognize them, they belong to Andrew Marlowe. Otherwise, they're mine.

Author's Note: Written for Dev for the 2009 holiday drabble exchange at castle100.

Castle held his wife's hand as they slowly made their to the skating rink in the middle of the mall. As Castle paid for their ice skate rental, Kate looked out at the rink with apprehension. What was she getting herself into?

"Here we go," Castle told her, handing her a pair of size six and a half skates. Dropping into a chair to change into them, she removed her black boots and put on the skates. When she looked up, Castle was waiting for her.

"Ready?" he asked.

"As ready as I'll ever be," she laughed.

Stepping to the edge of the ice, she looked to her husband. "I don't know about this, Castle."

"Come on, Baby," he told her, taking her hand and leading her onto the ice. "You can do this."

She put both feet onto the ice, standing completely still. Castle let go of her hand, moving to stand in front of her. "Now do this," he told her, shoving off on one foot and skating just a few feet. Returning to her, he smiled. "You try it."

Kate nodded and slid one foot out in front of her in an attempt to echo his movements. And her feet slid out from under her. She was just about to fall flat on her backside when Castle's strong arms encircled her waist, bringing her to safety. "I got you."

She smiled. "And you always will."

Castle smiled and kissed her softly. "I love you, Kate Beckett-Castle."

"I love you, too."

Castle took her hand and she tried again. This time, she was able to go a few feet without falling. Eventually, she got the hang of it. "Ready to try a run around the rink?" he asked.

She nodded. "Sure, let's give it a try."

Castle threaded his fingers through hers as they slowly made their way around the perimeter of the skating rink. When they came full circle, she turned to him with a grin. "I did it!" she exclaimed, joy evident in her voice.

"I knew you could," he told her, smiling warmly. "How about some hot cocoa?"

"That sounds perfect."

They made their way to where they'd left their shoes. They pulled off their skates and slipped their boots back on. Castle returned to the skates to the rental counter and they made their way to their car. They drove the few minutes to their apartment in silence.

Back home, they changed into sweats and slippers. Kate lounged on the sofa while Castle made the hot cocoa, complete with marshmallows. He placed the mugs on a tray, along with spoons and extra marshmallows and carried it out to where Kate sat flipping through channels.

"One hot cocoa with extra marshmallows," he told her, sitting down as he handed her a mug and then picked his own up from the tray.

"What's on?" he asked, indicating the television.

"White Christmas."

Kate leaned over and kissed him. He tenderly brushed a strand of hair out of her eyes, wondering how he'd ever gotten so lucky. "What are you thinking about?" she asked.

"I was just thinking how lucky I am to have the love of such an incredible woman," he told her.

"I love you so much," she whispered softly.

"And I love you."

With those words, she snuggled into his arms and returned her attention to the television. And that's how they spent the remainder of the day. Snuggling.

Life couldn't get much better than that.