Written For: digitaldesigner
Word Count: 592
Spoilers: None.
Rating: PG
Pairing(s): Castle/Beckett
Summary: She loves the rain.
Author's Note: Merry Christmas, Aims! Written for the castle100's Holiday Drabble Exchange.
This wasn't beta read, so all mistakes are mine.
Kate stood by the window, watching as raindrops raced each other down the plate of glass. The streets were near deserted as everyone rushed for the closest cover they could find. She loves the rain. Loves how peaceful the city feels during and just after a downpour, but that wasn't the only reason... at least not anymore.
She remembers the look on Rick's face as water slipped down it, though he hadn't appeared to notice. The case had been too close for either of their comforts, their nerves frazzled. She had ordered him to get inside, out of the weather, but as always he didn't listen to her. He stepped close, cupping her face, and paused, just long enough for her to pull away. She hadn't wanted to.
The memory of that kiss still had the power to make her flush a year later. It hadn't been their first. That had taken place months before, when they'd gotten too drunk at the precinct's Christmas party, and had found themselves under the mistletoe. But where that kiss had been sloppy and giddy, this one had been intense, passionate, and with a slight tinge of desperation.
When she'd pulled away, she had stared into his eyes, tears mixing in with the rain drops still falling on her face. "How the hell did you trick me into falling in love with you?"
He'd laughed, pulling her into his arms, holding her tight for a moment before steering them both towards shelter from the elements. "It had to be done. Unrequited love was never my thing."
She wasn't surprised when arms slid around her waist, pulling her out of her reverie. She linked their left hands together, and took a moment to just stand their and examine the glint of light off the twin gold bands.
"You're not going to ask me for an annulment, are you?" Rick teased, breaking the silence.
"I'm pretty sure last night made an annulment impossible," she shot back. "I guess I'm stuck with you."
"I'll try and not make the life sentence too painful."
"Good. I'd hate to have to turn myself into a widow."
He faked a cringe of fear and tightened his arms around her, before turning her around, resting his head on top of hers. Listening to the soft music she'd put on when she came downstairs, he gently began to sway with her. She pulled back slightly and quirked an eyebrow but said nothing.
"What? We didn't get a reception after our lovely trip to the JoP. I want to dance with my wife." He waggled his eyebrows at her exaggeratedly. "Then we can go upstairs and do a different dance, Mrs. Castle."
"I'm not changing my last name," she said sternly, but let him pull her back to him.
"Why?"
"Two reasons. One, whenever someone said 'Castle' we'd both answer. It would be a damn Marx Brothers movie. And secondly, I cannot have a last name that starts with C."
His brow scrunched in confusion, and it was now his turn to stop their dance. "Why?"
Exasperated, she asked, "You know my middle name is Fiona, right?"
She knew the second he figured it out, because a wide grin spread across his face. "Well, you might as well change it now, because I'm calling you KFC for the rest of our lives."
She got some satisfaction out of his wince when she punched him a little harder than necessary in his arm. "Not if you want that life to be long."
"Whatever you say, chickie."
The End
