He reaches down to shuck his clothing, but he’s a little unsteady, rocked by her touch, and he ends up toppling against her and they land with a soft thud back onto the bed.
She laughs, full and rich, shaking with it and it’s infectious, catches up to him. He grins, pressing his forehead against hers as he watches the light fill her face. He lets the backs of his fingers graze her cheek, overwhelmed by her, by this, them—
Everything.
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“Maybe I wasn’t clear, Detective, but I only agreed to speak to you,” Maddox says, agitated eyes flicking from Castle and back to her.
Castle ignores him, pulls out his usual chair and sits down.
“On the contrary, Mr. Maddox. You were perfectly clear.” She pauses, leaning her body against the wall, arms folded. “But you’re in my house now and I’ll be the one calling the shots.”
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I think part of the problem that I have with writing fic is that when I listen to music and I picture the story in my head, I get so overwhelmed with feels that the words never make it to the page.
“You shouldn’t have to help me swim, Castle,” she says gently.
“That might be true,” he agrees. “But that doesn’t mean I’m gonna let you sink, either,” he says quietly.
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But we’re finally getting to happier times.
And I haven’t been in the happiest of moods, so I haven’t really felt like writing it.
Fear not, though. Soon.
It’s based on a divorce (what can I say?). This is a scene towards the end of Act I. A lot of this is internal, obviously, so it’ll definitely look different in a script.
I haven’t really been productive at all, so this is what happens.
I’ll post the new chapter of #divorcefic on here though, whenever I write it.
I mean, that kind of makes up for it, right?
Eheh. I’m not ready for it to be over.
She grins, eyes light with quiet happiness, and leads him to her bike, reaching for the sleek black helmet she bought for him last Christmas. He lifts his hands to take it from her, but then she’s nudging it onto his head gently, the pads of her fingers brushing across his jaw as she secures it. He closes his eyes against the sensation, almost reaches for her hand to brush a kiss across her palm.
“Actually, I was wondering if you would, um…” she shakes her head, lets out a little laugh as a blush tinges her cheeks. He cocks his head curiously, suppressing a twitch of his lips. “I was going to ask you if you wanted to spend the day with me. Get lunch or dinner or something,” she finishes quickly.
Oh. Like—
A date?
Here’s the spoiler. Again, I apologize. Thought I’d have more time this weekend. But the chapter IS almost finished.
Spoiler for new chapter of “dissolution” after the jump.
