The Mother of All Logs

[steelweb]

WHO: Anyone and Everyone
WHAT: All the kissin's
WHEN: Dec 16 - 18
WHERE: Wherever you want!
WARNINGS: Affection, freak-outs, possible R ratings


Ok! Here is the post for collecting all your kissing logs! If you want to do individual Network posts and then lead in to kissing that way, that's fine, but if you're looking to do a straight up log, this is the place to do it. That way we don't flood the community with all the log posts.

Instructions:

1. Post your character's name. One reply per character so that they're all neatly organized.
2. When you tag to a character's thread, put your participating character's name in the subject line.
3. ???
3a. Feel free to edit the post tags to include your character name for easier activity reporting
4. PROFIT!

Comments

[themuse]

"Uh, right. Thanks." She shifted uncomfortably. Kate knew she was making this more awkward than it needed to be - somehow, he didn't even seem to have an inkling that she had anything on her mind, and she was fine with that. "I'm just really glad we have our memories back."

[thebestseller]

Castle offered her the coffee with a flourish.

"Tell me about it. Discovering Eridan and the rest of the trolls was no less strange the second time around. Now we just have to deal with magic mistletoe. Of course, I don't really need an excuse when I'm with you."

[themuse]

"I thought Sheska was my sister. But I have to say, I think I dealt with it all pretty well the second time around." She smiles and lowers her voice. "Especially since I thought I was a ninja."

It feels like some invisible force is moving her towards him, so she gives in and takes a step forward. The scent of his cologne catches her and she sucks in her breath. "You've make your need of no excuses very clear, Castle."

[thebestseller]

"You mean to tell me you aren't a ninja?" Castle asked with feigned surprise, then laughed, reaching up to brush her hair behind her ears with both hands before leaning in. That hair- he adored playing with it so much. "What can I say? You're so irresistable."

[themuse]

Irresistible, indeed. His touch sent shivers through her body that caught her by surprise, and she was hit with the sudden need for him. She was used to the mistletoe by now; but only when she felt it with people who weren't Castle. This feeling had become pretty standard, honestly, if not particularly common in public.

Needless to say, she didn't even look up to search for the mistletoe, instead deciding just to let herself get lost in those beautiful blue eyes.

"How irresistible would you say?" she whispered, her voice coming out very low. Almost challenging.

[thebestseller]

Castle groped behind him to set his coffee down on the broad ledge of a nearby plant holder before pulling her close with both hands, seizing her own cup and doing her the same favor.

"So much so that I wouldn't be able to resist you even without the mistletoe," he murmured back, his voice low and seductive. "So irresistable that I spend a lot of time when I'm working thinking about you. About kissing that frown away from your lips when you've had a long day... about cooking dinner for you... about being near you at all..."

[themuse]

He was so close now, and she wanted to kiss him so badly, but there was something exciting about prolonging the moment. If the mistletoe was just amplifying attraction, it was making her want him a million times more than she normally did. And normally, she already really wanted him. She kind of wanted to set up camp under the mistletoe with him and never leave.

"I have to give you credit for trying to resist for a good three years," she purred, moving her now free-hands to run them through his hair. "I'm just trying to figure out how I resisted it."

[thebestseller]

"Because it'd make the reward all that much sweeter?" Castle murmured. He liked having his hair played with, probably as much as he loved hers- but he'd never tell her so aloud. "Because the chase was just as much fun as the payoff, perhaps?"

He knew the real answer- that there were so many complications and problems and questions and issues- but felt like that would spoil the intimacy of this moment.

[themuse]

Kate knew what he knew, too; but she wasn't eager to bog down that moment, specifically, with her own complicated feelings. Things were already complicated enough between them, and she was was making a concentrated effort to embrace the moment rather than defeating it with too much thinking.

She kept ruffling his hair; even though he had never said it, Beckett had taken plenty of time to observe his reactions to her physical affections. She was a cop, after all, and she was pretty good at picking up on non-vocal cues. Especially when it came to intimacy.

"The payoff is so much better," she admitted. She knew it was the mistletoe driving her to keep talking, but she didn't care anymore. "I'm glad I finally came to my senses, Castle. I don't want to do any of this without you anymore."

[thebestseller]

Castle finally leaned in and kissed her in response- a soft, gentle, affectionate kiss, the kind he reserved for moments like this, when emotions were swelling all around them and the energy of their attraction was a soft pulse.

"And I would never want to go back, either. You know I'll be by your side no matter where this leads us. Always."

Always. He meant it every time he said it.

[themuse]

Kate sighed happily. Even though the kiss was over and the spell should have been broken, the magic was still there. It comforted her to know that there was something real in this insane place, and that, no matter what happened, nothing would ever change that.

She pulled him in for another kiss - just as gentle as the one he had given her. She wanted to drag him back to her apartment and show him how very much the word "always" meant to her, but she had responsibilities and a job to get back to and her coffee was getting cold.

"You coming inside?" she asked, nodding to the door of the police station.

[thebestseller]

Castle grinned when they'd parted and scooped up both coffees, holding them under one arm and holding the door open for her. He certainly still felt good, even if whatever spell that they were supposed to be under was broken.

"After you."

[themuse]

She nodded at him, her mouth curved into smile as she brushed past him into the police station. Kissing him felt right, and walking into her work with him felt right, too. It was a pleasant familiarity and she was glad that even on this crazy island she had that to hang onto.