#i know they still had to develop their relationship #become friends #then fall in love #but fuck if i don’t like thinking about how amazingly raw the sex would have been back then #purely physical #a bit dark and angry #edged with a selfishness that would become surprisingly satisfying for both of them #they’d be marked in the morning #though they’d wake far from each other’s arms #left to wonder #what might have been (via rewritetheending)
…also known as seasons 1 through 4 of Castle
5x21/6x01/6x17"And I love you, Kate."
#sometimes in the middle of the night #when she thinks he’s fast asleep #she chants it into his skin #needing him to know right that second #other times he’s awake #while she kisses every inch of him #her lips following sunbeams that spill in through the window and across his body #'I love you…I love you…I love you #more than you’ll ever know’ #castle #tags #q (via touchedetective)
Much like I must have been misreading the situation all those times you dressed up in revealing outfits to try to turn my head.
They gave him the paper on the way out.
Esposito said that CSU found it squirreled away in a grate, at the end of a trail of blood. Blood that was probably Kate’s. He moved to unfold the paper but Kate had stopped him, told to wait. He’d pocketed it, stifling his incessant curiosity, and they made their way home.
On the way home she collapsed.
She just… broke.
That shaken, but still stoic Detective Beckett faded away to the vulnerable Kate underneath, the one he’d seen a glimpse of when they’d spoken after she explained the situation to the higher ups. The tears were sudden. She curled up into him on the car ride back all the way to the loft, stifling her tears only for the public walk through the lobby. Fell again when it was just the two of them, collapsed like she was marionette whose strings had been snipped. He scooped her up bridal style in his arms and she burrowed into his neck, shivering noticeably. Didn’t even protest.
She needed some of those sinfully fluffy throws on his couch, her favorite cocoa (caffeine would not be a good idea), and some rest. That was definitely in order. Needed to get her clean too.
He shoved his way through the door of his loft, the door clicking behind him as he charged towards his sofa. He gently put her down, snatching up a furry blanket and wrapping it around her. She gave him a smile as she tried to reregulate her breathing, each of her gasps feeling like a stab to the chest.
She shouldn’t have had to have gone through that.
Those turkeys in Narcotics should have done their research, taken more precautions, known more. They should’ve acted earlier, should have had more contingency plans, not underestimated their opponents. And in the end, though his fiancée was a badass who was capable of taking the weight of the world on her shoulders, she shouldn’t have had to. Nobody should be subjected to that.
He fetched her a white mug of cocoa with a chocolate syrup heart on the top and asked if she wanted him to run her a bath. She declined quickly. He managed to get her through a stiff, perfunctory shower to clean all the grime off of her but got her out of it as soon as he can. The water is clearly not a positive for her right now. No surprise, considering her ordeal.
She’s settled in front of the screen now, clean and in fresh pajamas. That son of a bitch Bracken’s on there announcing his run for president. The internalized rage on her face is unmistakable, pervasive. He asked her why Bracken would’ve spared her. She said he owed her, but next time they’ll be on even ground. One of them won’t be so lucky.
“Come to bed,” he said, her hand finally taking his after pausing the video on Bracken’s smug face. They’d conquer the Dragon someday. But not today.
When they’re curled up in bed is when he finally takes out the slip of paper. She’s half-asleep and huddled against him, one of his arms slung over her as if to protect her from the horrors of that day as it had been ever since he got her back. He opened it and started to read.
I don’t know how much time I have, even to write this letter. What I do know now is that I’m in this and the only way I’m gonna make it out alive is to see this through. I’m sure everyone is looking for me and if they figure out I was here, CSU is gonna search this house. They’re gonna look for blood and they will find it. Which will lead them to this letter. Babe, it’s your letter and I hope you never have to read this and I can tell you all of these things in person. But if something happens and I don’t make it, I need you to know that our partnership, our relationship is the greatest thing that has ever happened to me. You’re an amazing man and I love you with all of my heart.
Oh God, Kate.
He might be a writer but he found himself without words in the moment. There’s nothing to say in response to that. What do you say? Their partnership was the best thing that ever happened to him too. Without her he’d have lived a shallow, empty life and she was the light, the color that brought meaning and complexity to a monotone existence. She was his third time’s the charm, his partner in crime and in life. And thank God this extraordinary woman hadn’t been taken away. If she had… if she had, he isn’t sure what the hell he’d have done.
He doesn’t say it in words but instead in kisses, kissing the top of her head and anywhere he can reach. He edged the white bandage on her head in kisses, those brilliant eyes, the bruising on her neck, that area behind her ear that makes her squirm. After a long reverence of her existence, her presence, her life in his, they find themselves much in the same position as before. They lay curled up against one another, his fluffy down quilt covering them both with his arms wrapped around her.
“I meant it you know,” she said.
“Meant what?” he asked.
“The letter. Wasn’t just some mission’s-going-wrong, I’m probably going to die, I’m in crisis sorta thing.”
“I know it wasn’t,” he said, “Believe me.”
She nodded and curled tight into his embrace, sinking further into his cloud of a bed. He moved a moment away from the embrace to turn off the lamp next to them before curling back into her.
“I love you,” she whispered, a hand coming up to brush his cheek in the darkness.
He pulled her closer into him, and whispered a response.
“Always, Kate. Always.”