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Fandom: Castle; Castle/Beckett
Rating: G
Word count: 200
Prompt: "ache"
Closing her book, Kate mock-glared over at the other end of the couch. "Castle! What is that? Are you humming, growling, or purring?" Castle looked up from the sports page, surprised. "Wha- oh. Sorry, didn't realize. Bad?" He quirked an eyebrow at her affectionately.
Kate's gaze softened. "Well. It's rather tuneless. Not that I'd mind if you were purring. I like my men to be content." She grinned, and rubbed his thigh with her foot.
Castle gaze drifted for a moment and he seemed to be replaying something in his mind. "Doo-do de-doo. De doody doody do. Just can't take it anymore....Ah. That's still stuck in my head. From the elevator earlier. Damn ear worm."
Kate squinted. "What is it?"
Eyes brightening, Castle leapt up, put his thumbs in his belt, and began sashaying around. "Don't break my heart/My achy breaky heart/ Just can't take it anymore!/You're tearing me apart/ My ach-"
Yelping, Kate flung a couch pillow at his head. "No! Stop it. Go back to purring. Or else!"
With a grin, Castle leaned over her and nuzzled her shoulder. "Grrrrrrrrrr. Whatever you wish, my lady," and pressed her back against the cushions in a kiss.
Prompt was to choose a Friends title ...
Episode Title for Inspiration: The One with the Princess Leia Fantasy
Fandom: Castle; Castle/Beckett
Rating: PG
Word count: 250
"C'mon, Castle, 'fess up. Star Trek or Star Wars?" Beckett looked over the rim of her wine glass with curiousity in her eyes. Castle took a swig from his own glass and leaned back. "Oh, that is an easy one. Han Solo all the way, baby!" He made a move as though he was shooting under the table, then mimicked raising the gun and brandishing it dramatically. "And, by the way--Han shot first." He spun his imaginary pistol on his finger, then holstered it.
Beckett grinned, then licked her lips. "Well. I always did have a thing for the swashbuckling type." She looked thoughtful. "I've got an idea. We have the whole weekend to ourselves. What do you say to a little....role-play?"
Castle's eyes lit up. "You're brilliant. Because the only thing better than a Han Solo is--" he gestured over his torso, then around his ears. "Princess Leia with the cinnamon roll hair."
Beckett grinned. "You're on, pal. You get the costumes, I'll set the scene." Castle was already pulling out his phone and heading toward the door, when he stopped and looked back. "Wait a minute, just so we're clear. I'm Han, you're Leia...right?'
His wife slinked up to him and slid her body against his. "Well, we can start off that way. But I gotta say--I have a powerful hankering to see you in a gold bikini."
Castle gulped, considered, then absolutely ran out the door, calling out, "Siri! Costume dealers, midtown Manhattan!"
gameofcards.Fandom: Castle; Castle/Beckett
Rating: G
Word count: 200
Prompt: "ache"
Closing her book, Kate mock-glared over at the other end of the couch. "Castle! What is that? Are you humming, growling, or purring?" Castle looked up from the sports page, surprised. "Wha- oh. Sorry, didn't realize. Bad?" He quirked an eyebrow at her affectionately.
Kate's gaze softened. "Well. It's rather tuneless. Not that I'd mind if you were purring. I like my men to be content." She grinned, and rubbed his thigh with her foot.
Castle gaze drifted for a moment and he seemed to be replaying something in his mind. "Doo-do de-doo. De doody doody do. Just can't take it anymore....Ah. That's still stuck in my head. From the elevator earlier. Damn ear worm."
Kate squinted. "What is it?"
Eyes brightening, Castle leapt up, put his thumbs in his belt, and began sashaying around. "Don't break my heart/My achy breaky heart/ Just can't take it anymore!/You're tearing me apart/ My ach-"
Yelping, Kate flung a couch pillow at his head. "No! Stop it. Go back to purring. Or else!"
With a grin, Castle leaned over her and nuzzled her shoulder. "Grrrrrrrrrr. Whatever you wish, my lady," and pressed her back against the cushions in a kiss.
Prompt was to choose a Friends title ...
Episode Title for Inspiration: The One with the Princess Leia Fantasy
Fandom: Castle; Castle/Beckett
Rating: PG
Word count: 250
"C'mon, Castle, 'fess up. Star Trek or Star Wars?" Beckett looked over the rim of her wine glass with curiousity in her eyes. Castle took a swig from his own glass and leaned back. "Oh, that is an easy one. Han Solo all the way, baby!" He made a move as though he was shooting under the table, then mimicked raising the gun and brandishing it dramatically. "And, by the way--Han shot first." He spun his imaginary pistol on his finger, then holstered it.
Beckett grinned, then licked her lips. "Well. I always did have a thing for the swashbuckling type." She looked thoughtful. "I've got an idea. We have the whole weekend to ourselves. What do you say to a little....role-play?"
Castle's eyes lit up. "You're brilliant. Because the only thing better than a Han Solo is--" he gestured over his torso, then around his ears. "Princess Leia with the cinnamon roll hair."
Beckett grinned. "You're on, pal. You get the costumes, I'll set the scene." Castle was already pulling out his phone and heading toward the door, when he stopped and looked back. "Wait a minute, just so we're clear. I'm Han, you're Leia...right?'
His wife slinked up to him and slid her body against his. "Well, we can start off that way. But I gotta say--I have a powerful hankering to see you in a gold bikini."
Castle gulped, considered, then absolutely ran out the door, calling out, "Siri! Costume dealers, midtown Manhattan!"