Word Count: 100
Spoilers: A spoiler-free zone.
Summary: It was the Christmas party at the precinct.
Disclaimer: If you recognize them, they belong to Andrew Marlowe. Otherwise, they're mine.
Author's Note: Written for castle100.
The Christmas party at the precinct was in full swing when Castle took the opportunity to slip away. He walked over to Beckett's desk and opened the drawer.
"Castle, what are you doing?" she asked, startling him.
He looked up and smiled. "Beckett, hi."
"Castle," she repeated his name, a tone of warning creeping in.
"Busted," he mumbled before handing her the box he'd been intent on slipping into her desk drawer.
She opened the small box. "Oh, Castle. It's beautiful."
"Not nearly as beautiful as you are," he whispered, kissing her softly. "I love you."
"I love you, too."