So this little one-shot came to me at about 3 AM. Someone on tumblr posted something that tickled my writing motivation, and this came out of it. I hope you guys don't hate it too much. It's LATE. Anyways, enjoy.
Rick Castle cannot take it anymore. The only thing on his mind is Kate Beckett. She has been teasing him all day without her knowledge. Standing at the murder board with a hand on one hip, slowly tapping her foot and her hand over her mouth in thought. Sitting at her desk, a pen dangling from her lips, as she types in the murder report. Biting into an apple in the break room and wiping her mouth carefully with her hand.
It's all just too much. Three years spent with this woman, Castle thinks, and only once has he had the courage to make a real move. Granted, it was a spontaneous undercover operation to save the lives of Ryan and Esposito. But it had been something.
Castle can still feel Beckett's lips on his. She had pulled away at first, giving him that questioning look as if she couldn't believe what he had just done. Then she'd glanced to the side and before he knew it, her mouth was again glued to his.
That was two weeks ago. There has been no mention of their undercover kiss since then, and it is driving Castle crazy. Kate Beckett is driving him crazy.
He stands in the break room, looking at the espresso machine, remembering how Beckett had pretended to hate it on the day he brought it to the precinct and then sneakily brewed herself a cup after hours. Castle smiles at the memory of how she'd spilled the coffee all over herself in surprise as he'd caught her in the act. Castle picks up a cup from the table and places it under the espresso spout. That's when it hits him.
Cherries. And suddenly, she's next to him, holding her own coffee cup. "Almost done there, Castle?" she asks. When he doesn't answer, she gives him one of her classic questioning Beckett looks.
"Yeah," he mutters. All of a sudden the espresso machine sputters and burning hot coffee begins to spray in all directions. Beckett lets out a gasp of surprise and grabs a nearby paper towel. They reach for the coffee cup at the same time. They bump hands.
Before Castle's brain can register what he's doing, both of his hands are grasping Beckett's hips and pushing her into the corner of the break room. The coffee cup in her hand crashes to the floor, but neither notices. Beckett's back hits the wall, and she lets out a startled, "Oh." Castle takes her face in his hands.
"Cas-" she begins, but he swallows her response with a searing kiss. This is no time to be gentle. Beckett's teasing has pushed him over the edge, and there is nothing more he wants to be doing right now than kissing her until they both run out of oxygen. Castle kisses her furiously, his lips moving over hers, his tongue moving forcefully over her bottom lip.
Her mouth opens up to him. Castle can tell he has left her with no choice; left her surprised that he would ever try this again. As their tongues meet, Beckett lets out a tiny moan, and Castle knows his mission is complete. He gently bites her bottom lip and leaves her with one final kiss.
Again, he grasps her hips with his hands and pushes her back into the corner of the break room. It takes every fiber in his being not to turn around and see what a recently kissed Kate Beckett looks like. But he turns his back and leaves the break room, his face breaking into a pleased-with-himself smile.
And then, when he's finally out of the break room, he gifts himself with a tiny peek. And there stands Beckett, still pressed against the wall, lips and cheeks bright red, and the tiniest of shocked smiles on her beautiful face.