are we there yetpost always. castle’s body is half draped across her back as he sleeps, his warm weight pressing her down into the soft mattress but it doesn’t feel like he’s crowding her even though she’s pretty sure that he is, that he’s wrapped around her like this on purpose just to make sure that she doesn’t slip away in the night.castle
| 662 words | k+ | castle/beckett
notes: i wrote the first few lines of this immediately after watching always and then promptly forgot about it, but ta-dah. a year and a half later it's finally finished :)
Castle’s body is half draped across her back as he sleeps, his warm weight pressing her down into the soft mattress but it doesn’t feel like he’s crowding her even though she’s pretty sure that he is, that he’s wrapped around her like this on purpose just to make sure that she doesn’t slip away in the night. Not that he has anything to worry about.
She doesn’t plan on leaving his bed for a long time yet.
Kate shifts under his heavy arm, twisting around until she is facing him. It’s dark still, but he’s close like this, their heads both resting the same pillow. And it’s close enough that she can feel the sigh of his breath across her face, smell the scent of his shampoo, and even with just the lights of the city illuminating the room, she can watch the rise of dark eyelashes as his eyes open and she sees the cloudy blue of his eyes when he wakes.
Her hand settles on the back of his neck, fingers lazily sweeping back and forth as he blinks at her. She gets to watch as his eyes widen a little, his eyebrows rising. She bites her lip to stop the laugh that bubbles to the surface at the shock on his face.
But it only lasts a moment, and then she sees it, that flash in his eyes as he remembers last night, smile is washing over his whole face. She thinks that makes her love him even more. There are adorable little creases forming in the corners of his eyes as he’s grinning back at her, and she wants to press her lips to them, taste the joy that’s radiating off of the beautiful man in front of her. But if she starts kissing him, though, she doesn’t know that she’ll be able to stop.
“Hi,” she whispers, instead, and if it’s possible, she thinks his smile gets even wider.
It’s ridiculous, the rush of happiness that fills her at his one, sleepy word. She feels like she might start giggling at any moment, like the joy that’s filling every ounce of her is going to burst free of her, cracking open her ribs and leaving her utterly open before his eyes.
“You okay?” he asks.
She hums. “I’m good. I’m really good.”
“Good.” He grins at her, and then yawns. “You gonna be here when I wake up?”
It catches her unaware, the way her heart aches for him, this man who loves her so very much. He asks for so little from her. Who is patient, and who waits for her. He doesn’t rush her, even though she thinks she can see it sometimes when he looks at her, and it catches him unaware. She thinks sometimes she can see just how much he wants this with her, how he craves their future together, dreams about the life they could have, but the words never pass his lips. He keeps it all locked away, keeping those dreams safe until he thinks she’s ready to share them with him. She wants to be ready now, but it’s not as simple as that. Some things are going to have to wait, she can’t make promises about the future tonight. But she thinks it won’t be for much longer. She’s made it this far; she’s wrapped up in his arms, naked in his bed and she doesn’t plan on moving for a very long time. It won’t be much longer, she thinks.
Still, she can give him this.
“I’m not going anywhere,” she promises, pressing her lips to his. His eyes stay closed when she pulls away and she can see he’s already falling back to sleep.