[He's torn at them moment between getting up and giving her a big hug, and bursting into a fit of laughter because she looks adorable like that. So serious, and ridiculous in his pants. Worrying about her dad being mad at her is sort of icing on the top of the cake.]
At least you don't have to tell him your pregnant?
[Oh shiiiiiit....
Gawwwwwwwwwwd... why??
He's going to make himself as tiny a target as possible and go ahead and dial 911 for when you shoot him.]
She clutches her fists and just stares at him, horrified.]
Wha... [She stares at him in the bed, her mouth hanging open.] I don't remember anything about last night. Did you even use protection? Do you have any idea what kind of impact this could have on our lives?
[She starts coming towards the bed, her voice getting louder, and she's seriously debating just beating him within an inch of his life.] This isn't a joke, we had sex and for some God-awful reason I married you. These are actual issues we are going to have to fix! And if I'm pregnant, oh my God... How are we going to deal with that? What are you going to tell Alexis? What am I going to tell Gates? This is really kind of a big deal, Castle!
[And cue the completely deer caught in the headlights panicked look on Castle's face. He sputters a second, before recovering, mostly.]
Whoa! Hang on! Breathe a second. You called me, I came to meet you. We apparently got entirely too drunk, and got married. We got the room, you pulled me in here by my scarf and you passed out, after you took off your pants. Nothing happened. Being pregnant was a joke, a bad one, but a joke.
[Beckett takes a moment to process what he is saying. She takes a few deep breaths, counting to ten in her head slowly and trying to regain something resembling her dignity.
Taking a few short steps, she sits down on the edge of the bed and shutters a breath.]
You're... sure? Of course you are, right, not pregnant, that's good. Castle, I just... This is a lot to take in for me. Getting drunk and getting married and waking up in bed with you, it's wasn't supposed to happen that way.
[She looks alarmed at what she just said and stumbles over her words.] I mean, it can't happen. I'm not that person, Rick. We need to go fix this and go home.
[So very tentative, he moves closer and gives her shoulder a little squeeze. He picked up on that little slip up, but it's Castle, he doesn't bring it up. Instead, he leans in over to whisper in her ear.]
If we're going to fix it, I kind of need you to get out of my pants.
[She had every intention of admonishing him for his "adorable" comment, but his hand on her shoulder gives her pause, and she squeezes her lips together and looks up at the ceiling helplessly. What was she even doing here? What on Earth, even when she was drunk, would drive her to marrying Castle? And why was there silly string stuck to the ceiling fan?]
The bathroom, of course. [She pulls away from him and gets up, wandering into the bathroom. She finds her pants in a pile under a plastic, bejeweled crown, a shot glass necklace, and a banner that declared "Just Married!" in far to cheerful font. The bathroom was positioned so that it wasn't facing the bed, and past the point of caring if she walked in on her anyway, Kate just got to changing into her own pants.]
What else do you remember about last night? Everything is a messy blur for me once you showed up.
[If he's watching, he's not being obvious. Then again he's probably not watching. He does answer though.]
Not much. You called me. It was noisy. Really noisy. You wanted me to come meet you, I did. I remember rescuing you from another guy, or at least taking you out of a potentially more embarrassing situation. We had drinks. I don't recall eating. I don't recall getting married. I do vaguely remember purchasing the rings. I have no idea how the silly string got on the ceiling fan. Or why there isn't any anywhere else in the room.
[So there you go Beckett, you know he's not so bad. He's not even watching you change when he could so easily.]
[She came back out, tossing his pants and tie on the bed and picking up one of her shoes. She was then on a mission to locate it's missing partner, digging through piles of clothes and bed linens and empty bottles and some really gross leftover food boxes that looked like they held the remains of Thai.]
Listen, Castle, I'm glad you came to my rescue last night. Even if it ended up resulting in... All of this, it was really sweet. [She looks at the ring again and frowns.] There's diamonds in this.
[She's now just staring at the ring. Because hoshit that's a lot of diamonds.]
What are we going to do with these rings? Do you think we can find out where we bought them and return them? This must have set you back thousands of dollars.
[Oddly, she's kind of hurt that he so easily rolls over and accepts returning the rings. But what did you want him to do, Beckett? Insist on staying married to you? Insist that you keep the ring just in case? You're the one who said you needed to fix the whole thing.
And... Wow he does look good without a shirt FOCUS KATE.]
Right. While you're at it, find out where we got married. Something tells me you paid for that, too... I wonder what time the courts open today. It's... [She looks at her watch.] It's freaking Sunday, Castle.
[She was fairly insistent, and he figures things are bad enough without him making her think he's assuming things.
He groans and flops back down on the bed.]
...Sunday...Great. Well, Mrs. Castle, [Castle arches a brow and gives a little smirk. His fingers work on buttoning the buttons on his shirt while he talks. Yup, might as well have a bit of fun while he can.]...would you like to go to breakfast?
[Beckett narrows her eyes. She saunters towards him, crawling onto the bed, and letting her hair fall in gentle waves over her shoulders as she musters the most seductive look she possibly can. She runs her tongue across her lips and reaches up to toy playfully with on the buttons on his shirt as she stares down at him.]
There's something I want so much more than breakfast... [She practically purring, and with her index finger, begins to run gentle circles down the front of his shirt.] Something so that is so much more desirable than breakfast. Thinking about it gives me chills. Do you know what I want more than anything else in the world right now, Rick? [She stares at him, her mouth open slightly, her breaths heaving her chest as she waits for him to answer.]
[So..he was fully prepared to get up and leave, but now? Well, honestly he's sure she's messing with him, she does it all the time, but that doesn't stop his heart from pounding and his breath from catching. It doesn't stop the slight nervous sweat from beading on his brow.
He glances down at her finger on his chest, mostly because the way she's purring words at him is making it so very difficult to focus on her face with out staring stupidly. He bites his bottom lip, his eyebrows raised in expectation. Somehow he manages to force out..]
Y-yeah? W-what's that?
[He's half tempted to close the distance, that little bit of space between them and catch those prefect parted lips with his. To take in a deep breath of her as he kisses her with all he has to give her because, honestly? In his opinion they wouldn't be here if they both didn't want to be, and he wants her to know that if he was given the choice he would leave things just like they are. That's not to say that if she might want a real wedding he wouldn't give her that as well.. In the next few weeks get it all together, with a perfect dress and someplace amazing. Friends and family, her father to walk her down the isle. He'd give her anything she wants.
Damn him for being lost in this moment and so blind by everything he wants to give, but doesn't want to force on her. Because he should know better. He should be expecting for this moment to come crashing down around him because she LOVES to mess with him like that.
Despite all that, he brings his hand up, a soft smile on finding it's way to his lips, as he cradles her cheek in his hand and swallows a bit roughly waiting for her answer.]
[Oh, this is a good one. She can tell immediately by that stupid look he gets on his face, and how he can't even look at her because he's probably worried he's going to start drooling on himself. She loves messing with him. Because in her heart of hearts, she knows how much he wants her. He knows it drives it drives him crazy that she's not one of his usual stupid, air-headed fans who's going to drop her pants at his whims.
That and she is a little sadistic, and watching him squirm brings her a sick joy that is unprecedented by anything she's done to anyone she's ever known.
And she's ready to bring down that hammer of joy when... he touches her.
That just sends her for a loop. His hand on her cheek and she's startled. It's not as if getting him worked up doesn't get her a little worked up too, she's a good liar but she can't even lie to herself that well.
Now she's leaning over him and his hand is on her face and they're in a hotel room and her heart is beating a million times a second in chest and they've had a million tender moments, a gazillion but none of them have felt like this, this real, this sudden, this apparent. And she wants to kiss him. More than anything in the world right now, she wants to kiss him.]
... a divorce! [It doesn't come out as forceful as she meant it, it's more strangled and kind of stupid sounding, actually. So she punches him in the other kidney just to drive the point home and remind herself that no, no, it's not gonna happen.]
At least you don't have to tell him your pregnant?
[Oh shiiiiiit....
Gawwwwwwwwwwd... why??
He's going to make himself as tiny a target as possible and go ahead and dial 911 for when you shoot him.]
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She clutches her fists and just stares at him, horrified.]
Wha... [She stares at him in the bed, her mouth hanging open.] I don't remember anything about last night. Did you even use protection? Do you have any idea what kind of impact this could have on our lives?
[She starts coming towards the bed, her voice getting louder, and she's seriously debating just beating him within an inch of his life.] This isn't a joke, we had sex and for some God-awful reason I married you. These are actual issues we are going to have to fix! And if I'm pregnant, oh my God... How are we going to deal with that? What are you going to tell Alexis? What am I going to tell Gates? This is really kind of a big deal, Castle!
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Whoa! Hang on! Breathe a second. You called me, I came to meet you. We apparently got entirely too drunk, and got married. We got the room, you pulled me in here by my scarf and you passed out, after you took off your pants. Nothing happened. Being pregnant was a joke, a bad one, but a joke.
[A pause.]
I'm sorry.
[He'll be shutting up now.]
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Taking a few short steps, she sits down on the edge of the bed and shutters a breath.]
You're... sure? Of course you are, right, not pregnant, that's good. Castle, I just... This is a lot to take in for me. Getting drunk and getting married and waking up in bed with you, it's wasn't supposed to happen that way.
[She looks alarmed at what she just said and stumbles over her words.] I mean, it can't happen. I'm not that person, Rick. We need to go fix this and go home.
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[So very tentative, he moves closer and gives her shoulder a little squeeze. He picked up on that little slip up, but it's Castle, he doesn't bring it up. Instead, he leans in over to whisper in her ear.]
If we're going to fix it, I kind of need you to get out of my pants.
Yours are in the bathroom.
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The bathroom, of course. [She pulls away from him and gets up, wandering into the bathroom. She finds her pants in a pile under a plastic, bejeweled crown, a shot glass necklace, and a banner that declared "Just Married!" in far to cheerful font. The bathroom was positioned so that it wasn't facing the bed, and past the point of caring if she walked in on her anyway, Kate just got to changing into her own pants.]
What else do you remember about last night? Everything is a messy blur for me once you showed up.
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Not much. You called me. It was noisy. Really noisy. You wanted me to come meet you, I did. I remember rescuing you from another guy, or at least taking you out of a potentially more embarrassing situation. We had drinks. I don't recall eating. I don't recall getting married. I do vaguely remember purchasing the rings. I have no idea how the silly string got on the ceiling fan. Or why there isn't any anywhere else in the room.
[So there you go Beckett, you know he's not so bad. He's not even watching you change when he could so easily.]
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[She came back out, tossing his pants and tie on the bed and picking up one of her shoes. She was then on a mission to locate it's missing partner, digging through piles of clothes and bed linens and empty bottles and some really gross leftover food boxes that looked like they held the remains of Thai.]
Listen, Castle, I'm glad you came to my rescue last night. Even if it ended up resulting in... All of this, it was really sweet. [She looks at the ring again and frowns.] There's diamonds in this.
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Better me than some stranger. [A pause.] Of course, there's diamonds in that. Apparently, even inebriated I still have swanky taste.
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What are we going to do with these rings? Do you think we can find out where we bought them and return them? This must have set you back thousands of dollars.
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We'll figure it out. [He pulls his shirt up from the ground and slips it on.] I can probably check with the bank and find out where it was.
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And... Wow he does look good without a shirt FOCUS KATE.]
Right. While you're at it, find out where we got married. Something tells me you paid for that, too... I wonder what time the courts open today. It's... [She looks at her watch.] It's freaking Sunday, Castle.
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He groans and flops back down on the bed.]
...Sunday...Great. Well, Mrs. Castle, [Castle arches a brow and gives a little smirk. His fingers work on buttoning the buttons on his shirt while he talks. Yup, might as well have a bit of fun while he can.]...would you like to go to breakfast?
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There's something I want so much more than breakfast... [She practically purring, and with her index finger, begins to run gentle circles down the front of his shirt.] Something so that is so much more desirable than breakfast. Thinking about it gives me chills. Do you know what I want more than anything else in the world right now, Rick? [She stares at him, her mouth open slightly, her breaths heaving her chest as she waits for him to answer.]
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He glances down at her finger on his chest, mostly because the way she's purring words at him is making it so very difficult to focus on her face with out staring stupidly. He bites his bottom lip, his eyebrows raised in expectation. Somehow he manages to force out..]
Y-yeah? W-what's that?
[He's half tempted to close the distance, that little bit of space between them and catch those prefect parted lips with his. To take in a deep breath of her as he kisses her with all he has to give her because, honestly? In his opinion they wouldn't be here if they both didn't want to be, and he wants her to know that if he was given the choice he would leave things just like they are. That's not to say that if she might want a real wedding he wouldn't give her that as well.. In the next few weeks get it all together, with a perfect dress and someplace amazing. Friends and family, her father to walk her down the isle. He'd give her anything she wants.
Damn him for being lost in this moment and so blind by everything he wants to give, but doesn't want to force on her. Because he should know better. He should be expecting for this moment to come crashing down around him because she LOVES to mess with him like that.
Despite all that, he brings his hand up, a soft smile on finding it's way to his lips, as he cradles her cheek in his hand and swallows a bit roughly waiting for her answer.]
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That and she is a little sadistic, and watching him squirm brings her a sick joy that is unprecedented by anything she's done to anyone she's ever known.
And she's ready to bring down that hammer of joy when... he touches her.
That just sends her for a loop. His hand on her cheek and she's startled. It's not as if getting him worked up doesn't get her a little worked up too, she's a good liar but she can't even lie to herself that well.
Now she's leaning over him and his hand is on her face and they're in a hotel room and her heart is beating a million times a second in chest and they've had a million tender moments, a gazillion but none of them have felt like this, this real, this sudden, this apparent. And she wants to kiss him. More than anything in the world right now, she wants to kiss him.]
... a divorce! [It doesn't come out as forceful as she meant it, it's more strangled and kind of stupid sounding, actually. So she punches him in the other kidney just to drive the point home and remind herself that no, no, it's not gonna happen.]
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