"Why have I never seen you in glasses before?"
"Because I don’t like wearing them," she mutters, pushing at the thick frames, adjusting them at her ears and stopping them from slipping down her nose as she lowers her gaze to scan the file in front of her.
Castle hums, his eyes failing to leave her face and she allows her hair to fall forward and provide a curtain between them.
"What happened to your contacts?"
"The order was delayed," she grumbles, knowing it’s her own fault for failing to call her optometrist sooner. She’s only ever encountered this problem one other time, and she had been lucky enough to be off duty when she had to don the backup eyewear.
Wearing them to the precinct has proven to be one of the gravest mistakes she’s ever made. She knows it’s all good natured teasing, just like when Ryan wears a tie that’s just a little too colorful and Esposito tried to grow his hair out, but she’s lost count of how many times she’s been called ‘nerd’, ‘geek’, and ‘four eyes’ today.
She’s having horrible flashbacks to middle school.
"I think you look hot."
Her eyebrows arch above the frames of the glasses as she glances to him, watching his eyes hungrily roam her face, darkening just enough to have her pressing her thighs together.
"Oh?" she smirks.
Castle eagerly leans forward, nodding his head and placing his elbows on her desk. “Like a really sexy librarian or ooh - a journalist, like Lois Lane from Superman.”
She bites her lip, has to turn her head to make sure the coast is clear as she tilts towards him, leaving only a breath of space between them.
"Maybe I’ll leave them on tonight."
Can you do a fic where Beckett has to wear these thick frames glasses to work because she lost her contacts or something? Then people start joking with her and call her geeky and nerdy and whatnot?
"We can’t just..pick up where we left off, as if nothing happened"
She has no words… Post-ep for 7x01, “Driven.”
Castle could be in it's tenth season and last night's premiere would still hurt like a bitch
Kinda like how the season one, two, and three finales still hurt like a bitch?
Perfect tweet is perfect.
In so many ways.