[Kate tries to open her eyes and can't, not at first, because her head is pounding and her stomach is churning and oh God what did she drink last night?
She moans and lifts up her hands to cover her face... And feels something metal catch against her nose. She pulls her hands away from her face and her eyes pop open, and it takes a minute for the ring to come into focus.
The ring. Oh God, oh no, there really shouldn't be a ring on that finger...
And that's when she realizes she's not in bed alone. Afraid to look, she finally does, and sure enough that is exactly who she was worried would be in bed next to her. He's snoozing on the pillow, and she's tucked into his shoulder and this is so not right.]
[He grumbles, wrapping his arm a bit more tightly around her. He does NOT want to wake up, not yet, possibly not ever, not the way he feels right now. Clearly, the --wait, he knows that voice. Even in this sickly foggy haze, he knows her voice.
He doesn't open his eyes, but he does grin a bit.]
Kaaate, fancy meeting you here.
[Castle doesn't even register the ring on his finger. Mostly, because he's still mostly asleep. Partly, because he's been married before and the ring doesn't really feel out of place.]
[Reflex, he lets go quickly and sort of gives her a shove.]
Oooow... Geez.. How do I kno--[He rubs the spot where she hit him, cool metal on his skin is foreign and--Christ Beckett, give him a change to 1) Recover from you hitting him. 2) Get his eyes open before you shove the ring in his FACE.]
Well..Apparently...I'm wearing one too. [He sits up a little on his elbows.] Awesome. [Yes, that was amused and not at all sarcastic.] Aww.. Beckett, you married me? That's so sweet.
[And that sound, Beckett? That sound is the sound of all the air rushing from his lungs mingled simultaneously with all his hopes and dreams crashing down around him. D:
Not really his hopes and dreams...exactly. But yeah..]
Owwwwww.. don't...OUCH...Geez... Fine...FINE If we can.. [This time he's not risking it, he's scrambled as far away as he can get.]
I know you don't exactly buy into the whole "marriage is a sacred act" thing, but I kind of do. Who the hell lets drunk people get married anyway?
[She moves to get out of bed and then realizes... Oh God where are her pants? Why isn't she wearing pants? She's wearing a shirt, and she's in bed with Castle and her pants are gone can this get any worse?
She stares back at him, horrified.] Did you... Did we...?
[She glares at him and waits until his eyes are closed before she gets out of bed and starts digging through the trashed room, looking for her clothes. She finds his shirt and lobs it at his face.]
This is completely irresponsible. No one needs to know about this. No one is going to know about this. This is not going in one of your books.
[The last thing she needs is more backlash, like what she got after the first Nikki Heat book came out. Some people just could not differentiate between fantasy and reality.
She groans because she can't find her pants, and she grabs a pair of Castle's, shimmying into them. They are way too big but it's better than nothing.]
You can open your eyes now. [She grabs one his nice silk ties that is draped over the bed post and fits it through the belt loop on his pants, tying them so they stay up around her hips.] If you hadn't shown up last night this wouldn't have happened!
[The shirt to the face is a surprise, it wouldn't have been if he wasn't COVERING HIS EYES AND COMPLETELY UNAWARE IT WAS COMING.
And take all the fun out of literary notoriety through personal experiences Beckett.]
Of course, not Beckett. We aren't talking about this ever again right?
[See he listens! He opens his eyes, possibly a bit to eagerly and barely manages to contain his disappointment over the fact that you're clothed, or his amusement that you're in his pants.]
I sort of like that look on you, Kate, it's sexy.
[Don't hit me. Don't hit me! Awww...That tie is Italian! And expensive. You should be glad he's not that materialistic. He does sit up against the headboard and put his hands up in an 'I surrender' gesture.] Hey! Hey! You called me last night and asked me to join you, I was well on my way to being prepared to spend the evening with Wayne Newton and his melodic voice. But lets not point fingers okay? That never solves anything.
[Kate just finishes tying the pants up and puts her hands on her hips.
She's not going to smile. She's not. There isn't anything funny about this, but she supposes, it could be worse. Even though she'd never admit it... But at least it was Castle and not some creepy stranger she'd picked up at a bar. At least she trusted him, even if the idea that they'd (probably) had sex kind of wigged her out.
Kate hadn't had a drunk hook up since college. And the fact that this one had been with Castle, well, it both humiliated and disappointed her. So much had happened between them, and so much about him that she knew she wanted in her life seemed to be washed out by the fact that he probably thought, now, that she was just an easy night of fun under the right circumstances and she didn't even get the luxury of remembering it.
The whole also being married part was just salt in the wound.
She hungover, she's humiliated, and Castle won't stop staring at her. She this close to bursting into tears. So she blurts out the first thing that
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[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?
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.
She moans and lifts up her hands to cover her face... And feels something metal catch against her nose. She pulls her hands away from her face and her eyes pop open, and it takes a minute for the ring to come into focus.
The ring. Oh God, oh no, there really shouldn't be a ring on that finger...
And that's when she realizes she's not in bed alone. Afraid to look, she finally does, and sure enough that is exactly who she was worried would be in bed next to her. He's snoozing on the pillow, and she's tucked into his shoulder and this is so not right.]
Castle! Wake up!
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He doesn't open his eyes, but he does grin a bit.]
Kaaate, fancy meeting you here.
[Castle doesn't even register the ring on his finger. Mostly, because he's still mostly asleep. Partly, because he's been married before and the ring doesn't really feel out of place.]
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Castle, this isn't funny! Why am I wearing a wedding ring? [Here, Rick, have the proof shoved right in YOUR FACE.]
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Oooow... Geez.. How do I kno--[He rubs the spot where she hit him, cool metal on his skin is foreign and--Christ Beckett, give him a change to 1) Recover from you hitting him. 2) Get his eyes open before you shove the ring in his FACE.]
Well..Apparently...I'm wearing one too. [He sits up a little on his elbows.] Awesome. [Yes, that was amused and not at all sarcastic.] Aww.. Beckett, you married me? That's so sweet.
[He braces for another punch...5...4...3...
2....
1...]
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We're going and getting this annulled. Now.
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Not really his hopes and dreams...exactly. But yeah..]
Owwwwww.. don't...OUCH...Geez... Fine...FINE If we can.. [This time he's not risking it, he's scrambled as far away as he can get.]
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I know you don't exactly buy into the whole "marriage is a sacred act" thing, but I kind of do. Who the hell lets drunk people get married anyway?
[She moves to get out of bed and then realizes... Oh God where are her pants? Why isn't she wearing pants? She's wearing a shirt, and she's in bed with Castle and her pants are gone can this get any worse?
She stares back at him, horrified.] Did you... Did we...?
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[Then he pauses....] Uh...
( ... )
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Close your eyes. I need to get dressed.
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[Oh god.. why would you say that? Face palming forever...]
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This is completely irresponsible. No one needs to know about this. No one is going to know about this. This is not going in one of your books.
[The last thing she needs is more backlash, like what she got after the first Nikki Heat book came out. Some people just could not differentiate between fantasy and reality.
She groans because she can't find her pants, and she grabs a pair of Castle's, shimmying into them. They are way too big but it's better than nothing.]
You can open your eyes now. [She grabs one his nice silk ties that is draped over the bed post and fits it through the belt loop on his pants, tying them so they stay up around her hips.] If you hadn't shown up last night this wouldn't have happened!
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And take all the fun out of literary notoriety through personal experiences Beckett.]
Of course, not Beckett. We aren't talking about this ever again right?
[See he listens! He opens his eyes, possibly a bit to eagerly and barely manages to contain his disappointment over the fact that you're clothed, or his amusement that you're in his pants.]
I sort of like that look on you, Kate, it's sexy.
[Don't hit me. Don't hit me! Awww...That tie is Italian! And expensive. You should be glad he's not that materialistic. He does sit up against the headboard and put his hands up in an 'I surrender' gesture.] Hey! Hey! You called me last night and asked me to join you, I was well on my way to being prepared to spend the evening with Wayne Newton and his melodic voice. But lets not point fingers okay? That never solves anything.
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She's not going to smile. She's not. There isn't anything funny about this, but she supposes, it could be worse. Even though she'd never admit it... But at least it was Castle and not some creepy stranger she'd picked up at a bar. At least she trusted him, even if the idea that they'd (probably) had sex kind of wigged her out.
Kate hadn't had a drunk hook up since college. And the fact that this one had been with Castle, well, it both humiliated and disappointed her. So much had happened between them, and so much about him that she knew she wanted in her life seemed to be washed out by the fact that he probably thought, now, that she was just an easy night of fun under the right circumstances and she didn't even get the luxury of remembering it.
The whole also being married part was just salt in the wound.
She hungover, she's humiliated, and Castle won't stop staring at her. She this close to bursting into tears. So she blurts out the first thing that ( ... )
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At least you don't have to tell him your pregnant?
[Oh shiiiiiit....
( ... )
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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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