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Title: You're So Pretty and I'm So Lame

Title: You’re So Pretty and I’m So Lame
Author: babylon_whore
Beta: The Missus, alias424
Fandom: Castle
Characters: Castle/Beckett – blink and you’ll miss her, Alexis
Wordcount: 620
Rating: T
Spoilers: Zippo


She's not sure how it happened. (She is.) But they've been making out against his apartment door for the last ten minutes. Her hands are inside his coat (her tongue is... elsewhere.) She's trying to convince herself that her hands are on his hips so that she can push herself away. (The fact that she's pushing him harder against the door and following with the rest of her body is irrelevant.)

She is sure that he started this. (He didn't.) His hand is in her hair and part of her is chanting "don't find it" but then his thumb presses just behind her ear... and if she was the kind of woman to go weak at the knees she would. (But she isn't. She's the kind of woman that pushes harder and kisses deeper and tugs on his lip between her teeth. Which she does. Repeatedly.) He's a quick study though and he presses again and again and she swears if she reads one line about Nikki Heat and this, she will kill him herself.

She tries (and fails) to convince herself that this is... detective work. She's... investigating. Gathering evidence. Studying him the way he studies her. She can't simply be making out with Richard Castle. (Except she is. And it is that simple.)

She manages to pull her mouth away (while simultaneously sliding her hands to grip his lapels), but then they reach and bend and their foreheads touch and they’re breathing the same air and one of them says "we need to..." but whatever need he or she or they think deserved discussion is swallowed by the want of him spinning them so that she's slammed (with a hasty “sorry”) against the door and the only talking they're doing has no vowels so she stops trying to decipher them. But keeps on kissing.

There is half a second that she feels unbalanced before she realises that she is and they are and the door is opening and they're tilting back and being hit by a "Dad!" and Alexis' surprise. Its enough to jolt them apart. (But barely – she still has a hand clasping his jacket and she's pretty sure that's his hand on her back.)

There is a flurry of words like "sorry!" and "didn't know you were there" and others that she doesn't register except the ones that sound like "are you on a date?" to which her mouth is saying "No!" before it recalls what it was doing 60 seconds prior – but it wasn't a date. It was just... them and she can't even remember why she was coming inside with him but her lips feel swollen and she still has a hold on him. (More than fingers twisted in fabric.)

Alexis is grinning at them both and it's somehow better then being caught by your parents but worse because you've just been caught with one of hers.

"I should go." She's already backing away, into the hall. His hand is catching hers but its the "Beckett" that stops her. (Not Kate. And somehow it means more. Because that means she's still Beckett and he's still Castle and they're still... whatever they were this morning. Just with... more.)

So she tugs on his fingers to free hers but grins at the boyish pleading across his face (on top of the smile.) "I'll see you tomorrow, Castle." She calls bye to Alexis and spins on her heel, away from him and whatever that just was but her teeth are biting deep to hold a smile from bursting beyond the seam of what she's allowing him to see.

She'll see him tomorrow.

She's sure this is a mistake. (It's not. But she'll need persuading. Just not much.)

Tags: babylon_whore: fic, babylon_whore: one shot, fandom: castle
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