Busted (pt 6) [Castle/Beckett]
busted - part six (the coffee guy)
The story of how Castle and Beckett get totally busted by literally every person they know.
castle/beckett - pg-13
a/n: Also known as: How Everyone Finds out Castle and Becket are Banging.
The coffee shop around the corner from the precinct is loud, the hustle and bustle of a weekday morning saturating the air with small talk, phone calls, the sound of coffee being ordered, the bell above the door tinkling softly every time it opens or shuts. It’s a charming little place actually, one Beckett has only ever seen from the outside, never actually with Castle in the morning when he makes his stop for their morning cup. Today is different though, they’re sandwiched in the middle of the snaking line, right in the middle of the shop, waiting for their turn before heading into work together.
She twines her pinky around his just because she can, eyes curiously scanning the trendy looking people talking animatedly at the round, white tables scattered around the store. The familiar taste of her favorite coffee almost ghosts across her tongue just at the smell of the air, the haze of an early morning lifting just from the atmosphere. She likes it here.
When her eyes finally make their way back to Castle’s face, he’s smiling at her, watching her take in his favorite little coffee nook, a little bit of smugness tucked into the corners of his lips.
“What?” she asks absently as they take a step forward, one person closer to the register.
He just shakes his head, but she draws closer to him, squinting her eyes.
“It’s just funny that you’ve never been here before.” He shrugs and she rolls her eyes a little bit.
“But you came here every day right?” He nods and she feels warm inside, lit from within from the hundreds of cups of coffee he’s bought her over the years. He’s probably on a first name basis with everyone who works here. Her eyes drop down to his mouth as he keeps smiling at her, this weird kind of glee radiating from him at bringing her here, a place he used to go alone, now for them together. “Thank you,” she whispers against his lips, and then she’s pressing against him there, solidly, probably too much for where they are right now but she’s a little bit overwhelmed by how long he’s actually been around. His palm comes up to cup her cheek, to slide into the back of her hair as he kisses her soundly back, tasting like toothpaste because they haven’t had their coffee yet, but then a loud voice is saying something from her right and she pulls back just enough to see a small, round man with jet black hair clasping his hands and grinning at them from behind the counter.
“Ricky!” he shouts cheerily. Castle releases her head and waves at the man, shooting him a little finger gun (Castle), but then the man’s focus shifts squarely onto her. “Grande skim latte with two pumps of sugar free vanilla!” he shouts at her as if he’s remembering her name.
“Uh, yes?” she agrees, shooting a quizzical glance at Castle out of the corner of her eye.
“I kept asking Ricky where’s your lady! but he always comes in alone and orders two coffees to go and says maybe this one will do the trick! It finally worked!”
Beckett is choking back a laugh at the absurdity of the conversation they are having as Castle’s cheeks pink beside her as he tries to hold his own laughter in. “Well, I do love my coffee?” she finally says, and then Castle’s pressing her closer to the register with a hand on the small of her back, charming as ever as he orders their coffees to go. Castle pays as she reaches for their cups and finds two hearts drawn carefully on the lids. The man grins at her as she takes them, and she can’t help but smile back at him with a genuine thanks, despite the slightly embarrassing surrealness of their entire exchange.
As they shuffle out of the shop, pushing out of the tinkling door and past the throngs of people, Castle crowds her around the corner so they’re relatively alone for a moment. “Sorry about that,” he says, a little bit sheepishly, but his eyes are too bright to read completely sincere.
“Don’t pretend like you didn’t know that was going to happen, Castle.” She takes a little sip of her coffee, ugh so good, as she stares at him over the lid of her cup.
Castle’s mouth opens in mock confusion, playing innocent.
“You just wanted to show me off.”
“I would - ”
“Definitely do that?”
He shuts his mouth, shrugging as he takes a sip of his own coffee, trying to hide the grin creeping up the sides of his mouth. “Maybe.”
“Mmhmm.”
“Question is,” he finally says, letting his coffee rest at his side as he backs her up against the wall. She grips her own cup tightly between their chests, feeling the warmth of it through her shirt as he gets as close as he can to her without crushing it. “Which do you love more, your coffee or me?”
“Oh, hard one.” She pretends to think on it, watches him start to pout, brings her hand up to drag her thumb across his bottom lip. “Take a sip of my coffee,” she says softly, raising up her cup from between them and to his mouth. He doesn’t break eye contact as he lets his fingers wrap around hers, taking a small sip from the place her mouth had just been. She lets it drop again when he finishes, standing on her toes to press her mouth to his, letting her tongue roll against his bottom lip and then slide into his mouth, tasting the sweet vanilla of her coffee and him. Once he realizes what she’s doing, he presses back, tongue sliding into her mouth firmly as she groans into him, taking everything he’s offering. Her palm is flat on his chest when she finally pushes him away, just enough so she can speak into the space between them. “See? I can have everything I want, I don’t even have to choose.”
She smiles at him, bright, alive.
He smiles back, tilts his forehead until it’s resting against hers. “You can, you know. Have everything you’ve ever wanted.”
The weight of his words hit her in the gut like a brick, the way he believes them like absolute truth. “I know,” she whispers, and when he says it, she believes him. He’s asking her a question with his eyes as he holds her there, pinned to the wall with his body and his words, but she doesn’t let him ask it, takes this chance to be the one offering up. “You’re what I want, Castle,” she breathes against his lips as she watches his eyes slide closed, and then she’s up on her toes again, kissing him.
They only stop when the lid of her coffee cup pops off from the pressure of his chest against hers, threatening to spill the scalding liquid over the both of them if they don’t put some space between them. She looks sheepish as he steps back and she fixes the lid, running her finger along the little black heart on the top. He shoots her a lopsided smile as he watches her do it, making her smile dumbly.
“So how much did you tip him for the hearts?” she asks as she bumps his shoulder with her own, slowly walking back onto the sidewalk. They’re already late for work, but she just can’t bring herself to rush.
“That was all him,” Castle insists, finally taking a sip of his own coffee. “He’s been waiting for this moment for a very long time, Beckett.”
“Do you know how many?”
“How many…?”
“How many coffees until your diabolical plan ‘worked’.”
He pretends to calculate, like he doesn’t know the number off the top of his head. “About a thousand.”
A thousand. Sounds like forever. “Was it worth the wait?” she finally mumbles, taking a sip out of her own cup to hide the interest in her words. She knows how he feels about her, how he’s felt for so long, but she’s still got insecurities she seriously needs to shake. He’s helping.
“I kept coming back, didn’t I?”
She swallows her coffee on a smile, pretending to glance up at the buildings around them interestedly. “So does this mean I have to buy my own coffee now?”
“You just have to come with me now,” he breathes into her ear, making her shiver.
“Wouldn’t want to disappoint your friends at the coffee shop.”
“Absolutely not.”
“Absolutely not,” she echoes.
Her pinky finger catches his as they walk.
The story of how Castle and Beckett get totally busted by literally every person they know.
castle/beckett - pg-13
a/n: Also known as: How Everyone Finds out Castle and Becket are Banging.
The coffee shop around the corner from the precinct is loud, the hustle and bustle of a weekday morning saturating the air with small talk, phone calls, the sound of coffee being ordered, the bell above the door tinkling softly every time it opens or shuts. It’s a charming little place actually, one Beckett has only ever seen from the outside, never actually with Castle in the morning when he makes his stop for their morning cup. Today is different though, they’re sandwiched in the middle of the snaking line, right in the middle of the shop, waiting for their turn before heading into work together.
She twines her pinky around his just because she can, eyes curiously scanning the trendy looking people talking animatedly at the round, white tables scattered around the store. The familiar taste of her favorite coffee almost ghosts across her tongue just at the smell of the air, the haze of an early morning lifting just from the atmosphere. She likes it here.
When her eyes finally make their way back to Castle’s face, he’s smiling at her, watching her take in his favorite little coffee nook, a little bit of smugness tucked into the corners of his lips.
“What?” she asks absently as they take a step forward, one person closer to the register.
He just shakes his head, but she draws closer to him, squinting her eyes.
“It’s just funny that you’ve never been here before.” He shrugs and she rolls her eyes a little bit.
“But you came here every day right?” He nods and she feels warm inside, lit from within from the hundreds of cups of coffee he’s bought her over the years. He’s probably on a first name basis with everyone who works here. Her eyes drop down to his mouth as he keeps smiling at her, this weird kind of glee radiating from him at bringing her here, a place he used to go alone, now for them together. “Thank you,” she whispers against his lips, and then she’s pressing against him there, solidly, probably too much for where they are right now but she’s a little bit overwhelmed by how long he’s actually been around. His palm comes up to cup her cheek, to slide into the back of her hair as he kisses her soundly back, tasting like toothpaste because they haven’t had their coffee yet, but then a loud voice is saying something from her right and she pulls back just enough to see a small, round man with jet black hair clasping his hands and grinning at them from behind the counter.
“Ricky!” he shouts cheerily. Castle releases her head and waves at the man, shooting him a little finger gun (Castle), but then the man’s focus shifts squarely onto her. “Grande skim latte with two pumps of sugar free vanilla!” he shouts at her as if he’s remembering her name.
“Uh, yes?” she agrees, shooting a quizzical glance at Castle out of the corner of her eye.
“I kept asking Ricky where’s your lady! but he always comes in alone and orders two coffees to go and says maybe this one will do the trick! It finally worked!”
Beckett is choking back a laugh at the absurdity of the conversation they are having as Castle’s cheeks pink beside her as he tries to hold his own laughter in. “Well, I do love my coffee?” she finally says, and then Castle’s pressing her closer to the register with a hand on the small of her back, charming as ever as he orders their coffees to go. Castle pays as she reaches for their cups and finds two hearts drawn carefully on the lids. The man grins at her as she takes them, and she can’t help but smile back at him with a genuine thanks, despite the slightly embarrassing surrealness of their entire exchange.
As they shuffle out of the shop, pushing out of the tinkling door and past the throngs of people, Castle crowds her around the corner so they’re relatively alone for a moment. “Sorry about that,” he says, a little bit sheepishly, but his eyes are too bright to read completely sincere.
“Don’t pretend like you didn’t know that was going to happen, Castle.” She takes a little sip of her coffee, ugh so good, as she stares at him over the lid of her cup.
Castle’s mouth opens in mock confusion, playing innocent.
“You just wanted to show me off.”
“I would - ”
“Definitely do that?”
He shuts his mouth, shrugging as he takes a sip of his own coffee, trying to hide the grin creeping up the sides of his mouth. “Maybe.”
“Mmhmm.”
“Question is,” he finally says, letting his coffee rest at his side as he backs her up against the wall. She grips her own cup tightly between their chests, feeling the warmth of it through her shirt as he gets as close as he can to her without crushing it. “Which do you love more, your coffee or me?”
“Oh, hard one.” She pretends to think on it, watches him start to pout, brings her hand up to drag her thumb across his bottom lip. “Take a sip of my coffee,” she says softly, raising up her cup from between them and to his mouth. He doesn’t break eye contact as he lets his fingers wrap around hers, taking a small sip from the place her mouth had just been. She lets it drop again when he finishes, standing on her toes to press her mouth to his, letting her tongue roll against his bottom lip and then slide into his mouth, tasting the sweet vanilla of her coffee and him. Once he realizes what she’s doing, he presses back, tongue sliding into her mouth firmly as she groans into him, taking everything he’s offering. Her palm is flat on his chest when she finally pushes him away, just enough so she can speak into the space between them. “See? I can have everything I want, I don’t even have to choose.”
She smiles at him, bright, alive.
He smiles back, tilts his forehead until it’s resting against hers. “You can, you know. Have everything you’ve ever wanted.”
The weight of his words hit her in the gut like a brick, the way he believes them like absolute truth. “I know,” she whispers, and when he says it, she believes him. He’s asking her a question with his eyes as he holds her there, pinned to the wall with his body and his words, but she doesn’t let him ask it, takes this chance to be the one offering up. “You’re what I want, Castle,” she breathes against his lips as she watches his eyes slide closed, and then she’s up on her toes again, kissing him.
They only stop when the lid of her coffee cup pops off from the pressure of his chest against hers, threatening to spill the scalding liquid over the both of them if they don’t put some space between them. She looks sheepish as he steps back and she fixes the lid, running her finger along the little black heart on the top. He shoots her a lopsided smile as he watches her do it, making her smile dumbly.
“So how much did you tip him for the hearts?” she asks as she bumps his shoulder with her own, slowly walking back onto the sidewalk. They’re already late for work, but she just can’t bring herself to rush.
“That was all him,” Castle insists, finally taking a sip of his own coffee. “He’s been waiting for this moment for a very long time, Beckett.”
“Do you know how many?”
“How many…?”
“How many coffees until your diabolical plan ‘worked’.”
He pretends to calculate, like he doesn’t know the number off the top of his head. “About a thousand.”
A thousand. Sounds like forever. “Was it worth the wait?” she finally mumbles, taking a sip out of her own cup to hide the interest in her words. She knows how he feels about her, how he’s felt for so long, but she’s still got insecurities she seriously needs to shake. He’s helping.
“I kept coming back, didn’t I?”
She swallows her coffee on a smile, pretending to glance up at the buildings around them interestedly. “So does this mean I have to buy my own coffee now?”
“You just have to come with me now,” he breathes into her ear, making her shiver.
“Wouldn’t want to disappoint your friends at the coffee shop.”
“Absolutely not.”
“Absolutely not,” she echoes.
Her pinky finger catches his as they walk.