So before you guys read I wanted to give a big thank you to all of you :). Your reviews have seriously motivated me and I'm going to keep on chugging along with this story. Two reviewers have stood out recently though, and I'd like to personally thank them.
First off, Mark C…you are the coolest. Thank you so much for your detailed input. When somebody leaves a review where they point out what the liked, loved, hated, and what surprised them…it's seriously very helpful and motivating for a writer. I don't know about any other writers, but I am the biggest fan of constructive criticism. I'm writing to improve, so I love to hear my flaws. And hearing what you've done that is good can be a major ego boost and motivator to keep on writing. So thank you :)
lv2bnsb1…your review pretty much summarized what I'm currently battling. I didn't research what drug I was going to use too much for the live victims so much as I did the dead ones. And you're right, with the way Caskett are forgetting, they do need to be drugged up with something more serious. If you find anything that could work, don't hesitate to send it along. Thanks a ton :)
Seriously, you guys are awesome. Thanks so much for the reviews, alerts, favorites, follows, and just thanks for reading and sticking with me. This next chapter has NOTHING to do with the case. It's simply fluffy clouds and a frustrated Castle. We pick up right where we left off. Baby steps, guys ;) we're getting there.
I would love to hear what you guys think of this…and where you want me to go with them. Although I pretty much have that part of the story written and figured out, a second opinion doesn't hurt, and I'm pretty easily influenced ;p
Also this is primarily a Kate POV story. I will write parts with Castle POV but it's usually just to give us an idea of what he's going through. And next chapter...we're back to the angst and the case. I just had to write this though. I set myself up for it honestly...and I couldn't resist.
He must be dreaming.
And if he is, than this dream was the biggest freaking tease ever. Because as far as he could tell, his face was buried in the neck of Katherine Beckett, and while his left arm lay across the flat of her stomach, his right hand was completely tangled in the locks of her hair. He could hardly believe what he realized next though, because even in a dream this rarely happened. Kate's hands were under his shirt and wrapped around his mid section. It was completely unbelievable.
It was phenomenal.
And holy hell, it was real.
His lower half was pressed into her side and somehow one of his legs tangled under hers. He couldn't move if he wanted to. And he wasn't planning on moving a muscle after the realization that Kate Beckett –badass detective- was cuddling with Rick Castle.
He was the man.
Castle couldn't stop himself. His let his left hand travel across her abdomen as he pressed his cheek into her neck. He grinned to himself. He had Kate Beckett in his arms. Or well, technically she had him in her arms, given the position on the couch.
Castle was so disoriented…so intoxicated by the mere thought that Kate was in his arms that he really couldn't tell if it was day or night. He supposed he could lift his head and peak out of the window, but he didn't want to ruin this. This was real, and he was pretty damn sure there were no drugs in his system this time.
It's always the loud shrill of a ringtone that brings her from the good dreams. They come far and few between now, the dreams where her life is actually peaceful…the ones where she wasn't framed for a murder, ones where she could watch her mom grow old and grey with her non-alcoholic father. The ones where Castle was more than just her partner because they had no complications keeping them apart. She couldn't stop the smile that spread across her face as she breathed in the scent of him. Her pillow…except it was warm flesh she had her hands wrapped around.
She was…lying on the couch with Rick Castle literally cuddled into her side. As she fully came to her senses, she felt light fingers tracing circles in the side of her waist. She briefly wondered how Castle –who was clearly awake- could breathe with his face pressed into her neck the way it was. Yet she could feel the breath on her skin, the heat of his body against her. This was real. Her hands were really underneath the shirt that was tucked in earlier in the day, and they wrapped lazily around his abdomen. She felt part of his bottom half laying on her.
Jesus. It was getting hot in here.
She wondered if Castle knew she was awake yet. Maybe she could pretend to be asleep a little bit longer…
No such luck, though. Her ringtone blared again and the sudden sound made her jump. She could feel his grin form against her neck as his hand pressed into her waist possessively. She tried to ignore the fact that she could feel Castle's lips part against her warm skin, as if he were about to say something.
Her phone stopped ringing, and she let herself relax for a moment. Her eyes finally drifted back open and she let out a soft sigh. She didn't even bother unwrapping her arms from his waist, or detangling her limbs from his. He had already caught her.
And he would never let her live it down.
It's funny how one moment they're sitting on the couch, talking about how fucked up their situation was and the next they are all knotted together in each other's arms. She honestly couldn't remember how they got to be this way, or when they had fallen asleep. She knew one thing though…there were no drugs in her system.
"Kate." His voice came out rough, strangled, and full of sleep. She could hardly recognize her name as he spoke against her skin. "This is nice."
She wanted to hit him. She wanted to push him away and distance herself. The other side of the room would be a good place to start.
But she didn't move.
She would be lying if she said this wasn't nice. More than nice…it was…she was…content. Of all the people in the world, she never could have pictured Richard Castle to be the one person she would wake up next to every day. Even now, she can't really imagine it happening. Not yet, at least. It's complicated, really. She wanted it, she wanted him. And she was ready…but life just wasn't working out for them right now.
Her phone started to go off again, and she decided whoever was calling continuously must have something important to say. And she really hated to be the one to ruin an almost perfect moment, but she couldn't reach across the table for the phone with her hands around Rick Castle.
"Castle." She reluctantly brought her hands out from under his shirt, but they only settled on his chest.
"Ignore it." Castle was making no attempt to move.
He was going to make her do all the work here. As if it wasn't difficult enough.
"Castle…" she started to push him away from her, but her efforts were weak. "Three calls means it's important."
Castle wasn't helping at all. Her words only made him braver, and as his hand tightened on her waist, he let his lips graze across her neck. She literally sank into his body at the sensation. But as her phone started to ring for the fourth time, Castle finally lifted his head, and he glared at the detective who was now practically beneath him.
"Fine," he nearly growled as he reached across the table. He grabbed the phone and handed it to her as he pushed himself off of her and into a sitting position on the opposite end of the couch.
As she listened to her Captain over the phone, she narrowed her eyes at the writer who was stubbornly leaning against the opposite end of his couch. He had his hands crossed and he made no attempt to hide the anger that practically radiated off of his body. His eyes nearly begged for a fight. She wondered if he was always this angry when he woke up.
"Yes, Sir. We'll be there." She hung up the phone and kicked her partner from across the couch. "Drop the pissy attitude. Captain wants us."
"I'm not pissed. I'm…frustrated."
Although she could agree with him on the feeling of being completely frustrated, she had to let it go. She couldn't shake the feeling that her Captain sounded extremely concerned over the phone.
She stood up and motioned to the door. "Look…I'm sorry. But Montgomery said he needed us. You coming or are you going to vent on your couch until I get back?" She glanced down at her watch and groaned. It was two in the afternoon. She had slept the day away.
"Yeah," Castle snapped as he jumped off of the couch, "I'm coming." He passed by the detective and headed for the door, but as he opened it he turned back around. "I'm not upset with you. I'm frustrated because we are so complicated. And I'm really pissed off that some guy was having sex in my office."
Castle didn't give her a chance to respond to that. He stormed out of his apartment, leaving the detective behind the ponder. She laughed at his eagerness and his grudge. She understood the frustration for both events, but at this point she really couldn't help him. She finally closed the apartment door behind her and met the writer at the elevator.
"And just so you know," he started when they stepped between the open doors, "When we get back, we are totally going to discuss the fact that we were just cuddling on my couch."
She laughed as she nudged him in the arm. "Castle, shut up."
The elevator doors closed, and for the first time since the incident, Kate felt completely okay. She was smiling, she was happy, and she actually believed that maybe it could work out for them despite the situation they were in.
Neither of them remembered though, that people were watching their every move. And their lives were about to be turned upside down…again.