you can't rape the willing (rp for already_hateyou)
Like most things in his life, Castle's relationships usually either thrived or suffered due to his impulsive nature and warped sense of humor. He was usually fairly consistent in his inconsistency, but occasionally he was hit with a mood. First the roller rink, then the round of filthy repartee with Kate...and then the decision to stop in at one of the shops on the way home.
When he walked into the hotel room, looking around for signs of Beckett, he had a single red rose elegantly in one hand...and a riding crop in the other.
She was either going to kill him or make him a very happy man. He was kind of looking forward to either one.
Grinning to himself, Castle made a show of peering around the corner and into the kitchenette.
"Hallo!" he singsonged in a truly awful falsetto. "Avon calling!"
When he walked into the hotel room, looking around for signs of Beckett, he had a single red rose elegantly in one hand...and a riding crop in the other.
She was either going to kill him or make him a very happy man. He was kind of looking forward to either one.
Grinning to himself, Castle made a show of peering around the corner and into the kitchenette.
"Hallo!" he singsonged in a truly awful falsetto. "Avon calling!"