"Oh man, look at him go!" Kevin Ryan exclaimed, laughing as he watched his partner dance it out with his wife. "Gmmf... he's not too bad."
"Yeah, it doesn't look like he's stepping on her toes. Unlike other people I know," Jenny commented with a wry smile, poking her husband in the ribs.
"Hey, I wasn't that bad!" Ryan responded in indignation.
"Oh come on, Ryan, you almost fell flat on your face at your wedding. We were there, remember?" Kate said, grinning before taking a sip of her drink.
"Well, in his defense, by the time he lost his river dancin' shoes, he was kinda out of it. And by out of it, I do mean plastered," Rick commented, draping his arm around the back of his wife's chair.
"Thank you," Ryan responded with a nod of his head and a smile. "But I do also recall that it was you and Javier's fault that I got plastered."
"What?" Jenny asked surprised, looking between her husband and Rick, who was wearing a sheepish smile. Kate only shook her head and folded her arms, wearing a 'Why I am not surprised'-expression. Her husband was such a little boy sometimes.
Well, only sometimes…
"It's true, Sweetie. They spiked my drinks. That's why I was a little out of it."
"And also passed out before we could enjoy our wedding night," Jenny hit back dryly, Kevin's eyes growing wide and his face flushing.
"Whoa. Sorry man. It wasn't our intention to spoil the party," Rick said, struggling to stop from laughing. "And my apologies to you too, Mrs. Ryan."
Jenny smiled and linked her arm with her husband's. "Apology accepted."
Kate turned to her husband, lifting an eyebrow, her lips quirking in amusement. "Are you guys ever going to grow up?"
Both men said in unison: "No."
The two women just rolled their eyes and shared a smile. A squealing laugh on the dance floor grabbed the small group's attention. Mr. Esposito was currently spinning Mrs. Esposito around, both laughing. He finally put her down, still grinning even as she playfully slapped his arm. The small audience watched as Javier said something to his wife before thoroughly kissing her; Lanie winding her arms around her husband's neck. Both of them completely engrossed and happily unaware of the setting of their impromptu make-out session.
Of course, their friends would not let them live it down.
Rick cupped both hands around his mouth and yelled: "Hey, get a room!" while Ryan let out a piercing whistle. The two newlyweds broke away, startled, eyes darting around to search out the culprits. When Esposito spotted them he shook his head with a grin while Lanie glared at them playfully and a little amused. The two Espositos went back to making out on the dance floor like two horny teenagers.
Not long before they rush off to their hotel room...
"Well, not much has changed, has it?" Ryan said with a grin, wrapping an arm around his wife's shoulders.
Jenny frowned at him. "What do you mean?"
"Remember how they were all over each other at our wedding?"
The petite blonde returned a grin. "Oh yeah. How could I forget?" She sent a teasing gaze towards the other couple. "But they weren't the only interesting event of the night as I recall."
Rick sat back and grinned while Kate ducked her head and smiled, her hand falling to her husband's leg.
That was a very good night.
Rick covered her hand, weaving his fingers with hers. "Ah, yes, good times."
"Well, I guess that means that Esplanie is back on."
Kate chuckled and shook her head. She wasn't surprised. "Yeah, I guess so." She glanced at her partner. Currently her dancing partner. "Castle?"
"Mmm?" He was still staring at Lanie and Esposito who were busy making out a few feet away from them on the dance floor.
Truth be told, he was a little jealous.
"Can we get back to dancing?" She grinned at him, an eyebrow raised.
His eyes snapped back to hers. "Uh, yeah." He gave her a crooked smile and started moving again.
They danced quietly for a few moments before he spoke again.
"So, Detective Beckett, does this count as a date?" His tone was teasing, but he was kinda praying that it did count as one. They made a deal after Rome - five dates before sleeping together again. Of course, during their week in Rome they resembled a couple on honeymoon.
He happily agreed to it, thinking that five proper dates could be done in two weeks. Tops.
Alas, murder and the real world got in the way. The deal had dragged on for a month and a week already. It was killing him. Well, them both actually, but Kate was better at hiding it.
Kate smirked. "Yes." He smiled widely. "But not as an official one." His smile fell.
Damn.
"What? Oh come on," Rick whined, his shoulders sagging in disappointment. Kate wanted to burst out laughing.
He was just so easy.
"You know our deal, Castle. Five dates. Proper ones, with dinner and a show. Only after the fifth one do-"
They were on four now.
"-I get to see you naked again," he mumbled morosely, staring daggers into Esposito's back while he practically ravished Lanie right in front of them.
Lucky bastard.
A feral, predatory smile bloomed over her features. She leaned up and breathed into his ear: "Oh, but Writer Boy, when that time comes, it will be worth it. Believe me."
He closed his eyes and clenched his jaw; memories - naked memories - of Rome swirling around in his mind. Not fantasies or dreams, but memories. And he was holding that woman who made that memories with him right now. He remembered how soft her skin had felt to his mouth, the suppleness of her breasts, how she tasted and smelled, how the sharp bones of her hips felt under his hands, the arch of her body, the sexy, throaty moans she emitted when she-
Lord have mercy.
When he eventually opened his eyes again, he caught sight of Ryan and Jenny dancing closely and being all lovely dovey. It was their wedding night, so obviously Ryan was going to get-
Lucky bastard.
Oh, it was tragic. He felt like the only kid who didn't get a present on Christmas.
"Oh cheer up, Writer Boy-"
"Writer Man," he corrected automatically, still a little deflated.
"-we're here now. Together. And happy," Kate said with a small smile, looking up at him. Her eyes revealed everything; all of her secrets, all of the things unsaid. He saw it - clear as day.
She loved him. Kate Beckett loved him.
His heart twisted at the knowledge. "I love you," he breathed, not able to stop the words, the truth from tumbling out of his mouth. He tenderly cupped her cheek and she placed her smaller hand on his larger one. She smiled again, full and blooming - the sun rising in the East.
(I carry your heart)
"I love you too, Rick."
(I carry it in my heart)
He cracked the largest, most adorable smile and kissed her. Softly, delicately, beautifully. When they broke apart, she grinned and let her forehead fall to his collarbone, placing an open-mouthed kiss against the skin of his neck. He smiled and planted one, two kisses in her hair; content and relaxed. But when she started to lightly suck and nip at his skin, blood started to rush south.
"Kate," he said tightly.
"Yeah?" She breathed, deviously darting her tongue out against his skin. He groaned and gripped her waist.
"Uh- uh... you, you gotta stop t-that." She was kissing and nipping at his jaw, one of her hands spread out against his chest, feeling the pounding of his heart.
"Why, Castle?" Kate purred into his ear, her bedroom voice the personification of sex.
She was killing him.
His hips jerked involuntarily when she started to suck on his earlobe. "Because, Detective, I'm going to lose it right here on this dance floor with Father O'Brien and Nanna O'Malley watching on," he all but hissed, gritting his teeth against the sudden, pulsing arousal.
She laughed, low and throaty. "Well then, Writer-" She glanced down pointedly. "-Man, let's take this party somewhere more private."
He gaped at her. "But w-what about f-five dates?"
She grinned again and started to back away from him. "Oh Castle, you are just too easy." He was watching her, dumb-founded. She took his hand and started to lead him off the dance floor, teasing him with the swing of her hips.
He wanted to do an air punch and shout score! but didn't. He was too busy watching her ass and grinning like an idiot.
Lucky bastard.
"I will never, ever forget that linen closet," Rick said with a large smile, twirling his wife around and drawing her back into him.
She laughed and wound her arm around his shoulders, her slender hand splayed across his neck. "Yeah, because it was sooo romantic."
He grinned. "Babe, I didn't need romance with all your teasing." He paused for a moment, his crooked smile growing. "And apparently neither did you. As I remember, you practically jumped me when we got in that closet."
She smiled, slowly and widely, recalling the linen closet-incident.
So hot.
"Yeah, well I just couldn't help myself." She leaned up and brushed a kiss against his still-smiling mouth. Before she could retreat, he pulled her back and captured her mouth in a hungry, consuming kiss.
Kate was breathless, a little weak in the knees after that kiss and even more so when her husband started to nip at the soft skin of her neck.
If there was a linen closet nearby...
"Honey, they're playing our song," he said suddenly, his mouth against her ear.
She smiled, pressing her forehead against his cheek; the velvety, crooning voice of Frank Sinatra wrapping around them like a spell. She looked up at him, lifting an eyebrow. "May I have this dance, Mr. Castle?"
They technically never stopped dancing, but she was asking with those eyes, that mouth, that voice, that heart. He smiled at her, his wife, and traced a thumb along her jaw and over her soft,soft lips.
"I thought you'd never ask, Mrs. Castle."
Rick drew her closer, his arm tight and possessive around her waist while Kate wrapped an arm around his neck and pressed her cheek against his cheek, secure in his warmth.
Happy and in love.
For richer or poorer, in sickness or in health, 'till death do us part.
They moved to the music, familiar to the steps and the rhythm and the lyrics. It was home, they were home.
Kate pressed a kiss against her husband's cheek. "Do you remember our first dance as a married couple?"
"Ladies and gentlemen, the happy couple will now have their first dance as Mr. and Mrs. Richard Castle."
Rick smiled and stood up, holding out his hand. "Mrs. Castle, may I have this dance?"
Kate returned a smile and took her husband's hand. "You may, Mr. Castle."
He led his wife to the dance floor, reveling in the feel of the cool wedding band on her ring finger. Rick and Kate Castle - friends, partners, lovers.
Husband and wife.
Wow.
They were friggin' married. Married!
Her head spun a little, a smile permanently stuck on her mouth. Kate was struggling to absorb it all - Rick Castle was her husband, her one and done. She felt giddy and giggly and girly. And completely, stupidly, head-over-heels in love with the man-child currently drawing her closer for their first dance.
He was beautiful. Especially when he was looking at her like that, his blue eyes gentle and adoring.
"No one says it as well as Ol' Blue Eyes," Rick said softly, slowly guiding his wife along to the music.
Kate smiled, wrapping her arm around his shoulders. "Weelllll... I know this writer who's also pretty good with words," she said quietly, like sharing a secret.
He grinned, pressing a kiss against her temple. "Like I love you, Mrs. Castle?"
"Yeah, exactly like that." She smiled and kissed him tenderly, her hand cradling his jaw. "I love you too."
They swayed to the music, lost in their little bubble, their little world. That place where it was only them, candlelight and Frankie Sinatra's voice.
Kate leaned up and whispered the lyrics into her husband's ear. "I tried so not to give in. I said to myself this affair ain't gonna go so well-"
He grinned and took over, pressing a kiss against her temple still swaying to the music, her small hand warm in his, her lean body molded perfectly into his larger frame.
"-But why should I try to resist when, baby, I know so well... I've got you under my skin."
Always.
"Because I've got you under my skin." He cupped her cheek. "And I love you under my skin," Rick whispered, nudging his nose with hers and placing a feathery kiss against her mouth. The song ended, but they were still swaying.
It was their song, creating a world, a place with only them in it.
(I am never without it)
Kate covered his large hand on her cheek with her smaller one. "I love you." She rested her mouth against his jaw and brushed her lips over his skin, delicate and tender.
(Anywhere I go my dear and whatever is done by only me is your doing, my darling)
He kissed her again and again and again. "I love you to infinity and beyond."
"Yeah, it doesn't look like he's stepping on her toes. Unlike other people I know," Jenny commented with a wry smile, poking her husband in the ribs.
"Hey, I wasn't that bad!" Ryan responded in indignation.
"Oh come on, Ryan, you almost fell flat on your face at your wedding. We were there, remember?" Kate said, grinning before taking a sip of her drink.
"Well, in his defense, by the time he lost his river dancin' shoes, he was kinda out of it. And by out of it, I do mean plastered," Rick commented, draping his arm around the back of his wife's chair.
"Thank you," Ryan responded with a nod of his head and a smile. "But I do also recall that it was you and Javier's fault that I got plastered."
"What?" Jenny asked surprised, looking between her husband and Rick, who was wearing a sheepish smile. Kate only shook her head and folded her arms, wearing a 'Why I am not surprised'-expression. Her husband was such a little boy sometimes.
Well, only sometimes…
"It's true, Sweetie. They spiked my drinks. That's why I was a little out of it."
"And also passed out before we could enjoy our wedding night," Jenny hit back dryly, Kevin's eyes growing wide and his face flushing.
"Whoa. Sorry man. It wasn't our intention to spoil the party," Rick said, struggling to stop from laughing. "And my apologies to you too, Mrs. Ryan."
Jenny smiled and linked her arm with her husband's. "Apology accepted."
Kate turned to her husband, lifting an eyebrow, her lips quirking in amusement. "Are you guys ever going to grow up?"
Both men said in unison: "No."
The two women just rolled their eyes and shared a smile. A squealing laugh on the dance floor grabbed the small group's attention. Mr. Esposito was currently spinning Mrs. Esposito around, both laughing. He finally put her down, still grinning even as she playfully slapped his arm. The small audience watched as Javier said something to his wife before thoroughly kissing her; Lanie winding her arms around her husband's neck. Both of them completely engrossed and happily unaware of the setting of their impromptu make-out session.
Of course, their friends would not let them live it down.
Rick cupped both hands around his mouth and yelled: "Hey, get a room!" while Ryan let out a piercing whistle. The two newlyweds broke away, startled, eyes darting around to search out the culprits. When Esposito spotted them he shook his head with a grin while Lanie glared at them playfully and a little amused. The two Espositos went back to making out on the dance floor like two horny teenagers.
Not long before they rush off to their hotel room...
"Well, not much has changed, has it?" Ryan said with a grin, wrapping an arm around his wife's shoulders.
Jenny frowned at him. "What do you mean?"
"Remember how they were all over each other at our wedding?"
The petite blonde returned a grin. "Oh yeah. How could I forget?" She sent a teasing gaze towards the other couple. "But they weren't the only interesting event of the night as I recall."
Rick sat back and grinned while Kate ducked her head and smiled, her hand falling to her husband's leg.
That was a very good night.
Rick covered her hand, weaving his fingers with hers. "Ah, yes, good times."
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"Well, I guess that means that Esplanie is back on."
Kate chuckled and shook her head. She wasn't surprised. "Yeah, I guess so." She glanced at her partner. Currently her dancing partner. "Castle?"
"Mmm?" He was still staring at Lanie and Esposito who were busy making out a few feet away from them on the dance floor.
Truth be told, he was a little jealous.
"Can we get back to dancing?" She grinned at him, an eyebrow raised.
His eyes snapped back to hers. "Uh, yeah." He gave her a crooked smile and started moving again.
They danced quietly for a few moments before he spoke again.
"So, Detective Beckett, does this count as a date?" His tone was teasing, but he was kinda praying that it did count as one. They made a deal after Rome - five dates before sleeping together again. Of course, during their week in Rome they resembled a couple on honeymoon.
He happily agreed to it, thinking that five proper dates could be done in two weeks. Tops.
Alas, murder and the real world got in the way. The deal had dragged on for a month and a week already. It was killing him. Well, them both actually, but Kate was better at hiding it.
Kate smirked. "Yes." He smiled widely. "But not as an official one." His smile fell.
Damn.
"What? Oh come on," Rick whined, his shoulders sagging in disappointment. Kate wanted to burst out laughing.
He was just so easy.
"You know our deal, Castle. Five dates. Proper ones, with dinner and a show. Only after the fifth one do-"
They were on four now.
"-I get to see you naked again," he mumbled morosely, staring daggers into Esposito's back while he practically ravished Lanie right in front of them.
Lucky bastard.
A feral, predatory smile bloomed over her features. She leaned up and breathed into his ear: "Oh, but Writer Boy, when that time comes, it will be worth it. Believe me."
He closed his eyes and clenched his jaw; memories - naked memories - of Rome swirling around in his mind. Not fantasies or dreams, but memories. And he was holding that woman who made that memories with him right now. He remembered how soft her skin had felt to his mouth, the suppleness of her breasts, how she tasted and smelled, how the sharp bones of her hips felt under his hands, the arch of her body, the sexy, throaty moans she emitted when she-
Lord have mercy.
When he eventually opened his eyes again, he caught sight of Ryan and Jenny dancing closely and being all lovely dovey. It was their wedding night, so obviously Ryan was going to get-
Lucky bastard.
Oh, it was tragic. He felt like the only kid who didn't get a present on Christmas.
"Oh cheer up, Writer Boy-"
"Writer Man," he corrected automatically, still a little deflated.
"-we're here now. Together. And happy," Kate said with a small smile, looking up at him. Her eyes revealed everything; all of her secrets, all of the things unsaid. He saw it - clear as day.
She loved him. Kate Beckett loved him.
His heart twisted at the knowledge. "I love you," he breathed, not able to stop the words, the truth from tumbling out of his mouth. He tenderly cupped her cheek and she placed her smaller hand on his larger one. She smiled again, full and blooming - the sun rising in the East.
(I carry your heart)
"I love you too, Rick."
(I carry it in my heart)
He cracked the largest, most adorable smile and kissed her. Softly, delicately, beautifully. When they broke apart, she grinned and let her forehead fall to his collarbone, placing an open-mouthed kiss against the skin of his neck. He smiled and planted one, two kisses in her hair; content and relaxed. But when she started to lightly suck and nip at his skin, blood started to rush south.
"Kate," he said tightly.
"Yeah?" She breathed, deviously darting her tongue out against his skin. He groaned and gripped her waist.
"Uh- uh... you, you gotta stop t-that." She was kissing and nipping at his jaw, one of her hands spread out against his chest, feeling the pounding of his heart.
"Why, Castle?" Kate purred into his ear, her bedroom voice the personification of sex.
She was killing him.
His hips jerked involuntarily when she started to suck on his earlobe. "Because, Detective, I'm going to lose it right here on this dance floor with Father O'Brien and Nanna O'Malley watching on," he all but hissed, gritting his teeth against the sudden, pulsing arousal.
She laughed, low and throaty. "Well then, Writer-" She glanced down pointedly. "-Man, let's take this party somewhere more private."
He gaped at her. "But w-what about f-five dates?"
She grinned again and started to back away from him. "Oh Castle, you are just too easy." He was watching her, dumb-founded. She took his hand and started to lead him off the dance floor, teasing him with the swing of her hips.
He wanted to do an air punch and shout score! but didn't. He was too busy watching her ass and grinning like an idiot.
Lucky bastard.
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"I will never, ever forget that linen closet," Rick said with a large smile, twirling his wife around and drawing her back into him.
She laughed and wound her arm around his shoulders, her slender hand splayed across his neck. "Yeah, because it was sooo romantic."
He grinned. "Babe, I didn't need romance with all your teasing." He paused for a moment, his crooked smile growing. "And apparently neither did you. As I remember, you practically jumped me when we got in that closet."
She smiled, slowly and widely, recalling the linen closet-incident.
So hot.
"Yeah, well I just couldn't help myself." She leaned up and brushed a kiss against his still-smiling mouth. Before she could retreat, he pulled her back and captured her mouth in a hungry, consuming kiss.
Kate was breathless, a little weak in the knees after that kiss and even more so when her husband started to nip at the soft skin of her neck.
If there was a linen closet nearby...
"Honey, they're playing our song," he said suddenly, his mouth against her ear.
She smiled, pressing her forehead against his cheek; the velvety, crooning voice of Frank Sinatra wrapping around them like a spell. She looked up at him, lifting an eyebrow. "May I have this dance, Mr. Castle?"
They technically never stopped dancing, but she was asking with those eyes, that mouth, that voice, that heart. He smiled at her, his wife, and traced a thumb along her jaw and over her soft,soft lips.
"I thought you'd never ask, Mrs. Castle."
Rick drew her closer, his arm tight and possessive around her waist while Kate wrapped an arm around his neck and pressed her cheek against his cheek, secure in his warmth.
Happy and in love.
For richer or poorer, in sickness or in health, 'till death do us part.
They moved to the music, familiar to the steps and the rhythm and the lyrics. It was home, they were home.
Kate pressed a kiss against her husband's cheek. "Do you remember our first dance as a married couple?"
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"Ladies and gentlemen, the happy couple will now have their first dance as Mr. and Mrs. Richard Castle."
Rick smiled and stood up, holding out his hand. "Mrs. Castle, may I have this dance?"
Kate returned a smile and took her husband's hand. "You may, Mr. Castle."
He led his wife to the dance floor, reveling in the feel of the cool wedding band on her ring finger. Rick and Kate Castle - friends, partners, lovers.
Husband and wife.
Wow.
They were friggin' married. Married!
Her head spun a little, a smile permanently stuck on her mouth. Kate was struggling to absorb it all - Rick Castle was her husband, her one and done. She felt giddy and giggly and girly. And completely, stupidly, head-over-heels in love with the man-child currently drawing her closer for their first dance.
He was beautiful. Especially when he was looking at her like that, his blue eyes gentle and adoring.
"No one says it as well as Ol' Blue Eyes," Rick said softly, slowly guiding his wife along to the music.
Kate smiled, wrapping her arm around his shoulders. "Weelllll... I know this writer who's also pretty good with words," she said quietly, like sharing a secret.
He grinned, pressing a kiss against her temple. "Like I love you, Mrs. Castle?"
"Yeah, exactly like that." She smiled and kissed him tenderly, her hand cradling his jaw. "I love you too."
They swayed to the music, lost in their little bubble, their little world. That place where it was only them, candlelight and Frankie Sinatra's voice.
Kate leaned up and whispered the lyrics into her husband's ear. "I tried so not to give in. I said to myself this affair ain't gonna go so well-"
He grinned and took over, pressing a kiss against her temple still swaying to the music, her small hand warm in his, her lean body molded perfectly into his larger frame.
"-But why should I try to resist when, baby, I know so well... I've got you under my skin."
Always.
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"Because I've got you under my skin." He cupped her cheek. "And I love you under my skin," Rick whispered, nudging his nose with hers and placing a feathery kiss against her mouth. The song ended, but they were still swaying.
It was their song, creating a world, a place with only them in it.
(I am never without it)
Kate covered his large hand on her cheek with her smaller one. "I love you." She rested her mouth against his jaw and brushed her lips over his skin, delicate and tender.
(Anywhere I go my dear and whatever is done by only me is your doing, my darling)
He kissed her again and again and again. "I love you to infinity and beyond."
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I've got you under my skin
I've got you deep in the heart of me
So deep in my heart that you're really a part of me
I've got you under my skin
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