The Shiny Happy Comment Ficathon!
Winter is coming; daylight is fleeting; for the students among us, end-of-semester hell is just about to rear its ugly head. What better way to combat such woes than with a super-cheerful comment ficathon?
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"You're costing me priceless moments of crime solving," she complained loudly, over the blaring stereo he'd just switched on. "Someone could be dying right outside, literally screaming bloody murder, and I wouldn't hear."
It was good or bad luck - depending on her disposition one second to the next - the song was a favourite. It was from Dirty Dancing and reminded her of sleepovers and youthful giggling over shirtless guys with muscle tone. It was a very good thing no one else was around, because Castle had no trouble launching into a swiveling, ass-swinging, jacket-stripping show.
"Do you love me, I can really move! Do you loooooooooove me, I'm in the groove, do you-" His cufflink caught on his sleeve and he missed a few words. "Now that IIIIIIIIII can DAAAAAAAANCE! Watch me now!"
She could do very little else as he grabbed her chair and rolled her out into the aisle between desks. It became more like a lapdance, Castle bending and gyrating low as he continued pulling her around obstacles. He was winking and mugging, though, joking enough she didn't feel offended even if it did go too far toward the sexual.
"Ohhhhhh, work it out, work it-"
"I was trying to," she pointed out flatly, folding her feet up to keep them from getting rolled over or danced on.
"Work it, work it, now!"
Castle got more into the song than his ceaseless annoyance, and spun her chair away, only to catch it on one arm. Kate stood up, kicking it out of his grip with a grin. If Castle could waggle everything he had at her, she could grind on him a little bit in retribution.
"A little bit clo-ser-"
She flicked her hair back over her shoulders, no end of workday pain in her feet present, or headache from the loud radio. Castle lost track of the song as she yanked him in by his belt, his hands out defensively at his sides as if to claim his innocence in the contact. Kate rolled her hips and he spent another wasted second baffled at her - almost concerned enough to ask what was happening, she thought fondly.
Then his bluff to her double-bluff, became a triple-bluff, both of them undulating shoulders to thighs in very close proximity. Things brushed that only ever had during emergencies, and it wasn't at all unpleasant. Kate held on as he dipped her back, curling her leg up around his hip so high she could have stuck her heel into his back pocket. They held the pose as the song died out, replaced by a DJ announcing a contest to win a smart car.
"Castle?"
His mouth was really near, and his eyes were half-mast as if he could already feel the inevitable ravishment a woman had to lay on him for such a seductive display. She had to counteract his ego a few hundred times more before she played into it like that. With her leg slipping slowly down his thigh, she whispered, "Castle, we're through dancing. You can stop dipping me now."
He blinked and made a lightly pained face, raising her back to her feet with gentle grace. Kate gave him a little squeeze around his middle and stepped back.
"Thanks for study break, but I'm going to put on a pot of coffee, and if you want to stay here, you'll turn off that noise," she told him, sweet as the puppy-dog eyes he pointed at her.
Castle moved toward the radio, but she heard him mutter, "If they just went straight into 'Hungry Eyes' you'd never be able to concentrate on work."
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His cufflink caught on his sleeve and he missed a few words.
I love this detail. Rick Castle: making being a GIANT DORK awkwardly sexy since 2009.
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Also, word. The little details in this fic are what make it so shiny. The details and the perfect Beckett/Castle interaction.
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Then his bluff to her double-bluff, became a triple-bluff, both of them undulating shoulders to thighs in very close proximity.
Kate held on as he dipped her back, curling her leg up around his hip so high she could have stuck her heel into his back pocket.
his eyes were half-mast uuuuuuunf
"If they just went straight into 'Hungry Eyes' you'd never be able to concentrate on work." WIN!
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