Title: Decontamination
Fandom: Castle
Word Count: 100
Spoilers: Tick, Tick, Tick... and Boom!
Rating: A soft PG
Characters: Beckett, Castle
Disclaimer: Not mine. Don't sue.
Summary: This isn't really how she imagined showering with Castle.
Author's Note: Response to the prompt "Quarantine" at
castle100.
This isn’t really how Beckett imagined showering with Castle. Not that she thinks about that. At all. Ever. But if she did, she’d imagine steamy, hot water, not lukewarm disinfectant, and the mood-killers in biohazard suits definitely wouldn’t be around.
She doesn’t pass up the opportunity to peek, though. It’s tit for tat, really; she knows he got an eyeful when he burst into her burning apartment last year. So she turns her head and enjoys the view. Then meets his eyes. He smirks. Beckett’s cheeks burn and she quickly faces forward. Three days of quarantine suddenly sound very long.
Companion:
Knowledge is Power