Castle
I realise I haven't written any real fanfic in a long time. Well, not written and completed. But the latest Castle Season 2 promo inspired me to do a double drabble for fun.
Title: Thank you Mr. Cuervo
Summary: A Castle/Beckett Double Drabble inspired by the last cut in the Castle Season 2 promo spot.
Author: MarkT
Spoilers: None
Rating: I think it's safe for everyone, but call it PG to be sure.
Disclaimer: I don't own Castle, Beckett, New York City or a Fuzzy pink towel. This is fan-fiction.
As Detective Kate Beckett stood in a fuzzy pink towel - and nothing else - in the hallway of the up-scale New York apartment building, she began to think that accepting Richard Castle's offer to play strip Poker hadn't been such a great idea after all.
The bottle of Jose Cuervo the two of them had disposed of between them was probably the icing on the cake. Her betting had a tendency to get... Impulsive, when she was drunk and even more so when she was feeling competitive and she really wanted to get Castle naked.
Realllly wanted.
But that might have been Mr. Cuervo and those tight leather pants he'd been wearing. She held that image for a moment. Contemplated. Mr Cuervo was making suggestions and Ms Beckett wasn't exactly resistant to the plan of action he was proposing.
She knocked.
Castle opened the door, a sly smile on his face. She smiled back and let the towel unravel from where she'd been holding it, passing it to the author who now had a kind of stunned look on his face.
“Here's your towel back.”
He invited her in. She accepted. It seemed the thing to do.
Title: Thank you Mr. Cuervo
Summary: A Castle/Beckett Double Drabble inspired by the last cut in the Castle Season 2 promo spot.
Author: MarkT
Spoilers: None
Rating: I think it's safe for everyone, but call it PG to be sure.
Disclaimer: I don't own Castle, Beckett, New York City or a Fuzzy pink towel. This is fan-fiction.
As Detective Kate Beckett stood in a fuzzy pink towel - and nothing else - in the hallway of the up-scale New York apartment building, she began to think that accepting Richard Castle's offer to play strip Poker hadn't been such a great idea after all.
The bottle of Jose Cuervo the two of them had disposed of between them was probably the icing on the cake. Her betting had a tendency to get... Impulsive, when she was drunk and even more so when she was feeling competitive and she really wanted to get Castle naked.
Realllly wanted.
But that might have been Mr. Cuervo and those tight leather pants he'd been wearing. She held that image for a moment. Contemplated. Mr Cuervo was making suggestions and Ms Beckett wasn't exactly resistant to the plan of action he was proposing.
She knocked.
Castle opened the door, a sly smile on his face. She smiled back and let the towel unravel from where she'd been holding it, passing it to the author who now had a kind of stunned look on his face.
“Here's your towel back.”
He invited her in. She accepted. It seemed the thing to do.