thoughtformed | locked inside the only place where you feel sheltered, where you feel safe

Who: Richard Castle and Kate Beckett
What: Obligatory make up ~~and make out~~ session.
Where: South 105
When: The night of December 4th
Warnings: Excessive feels. Maybe other stuff.

She loved him.

Kate wasn't sure of much else in this place but that fact was very clear in her head. She loved him too much to let it end like that, and she had enough faith in him to hope that he felt the same way. The fears were still there; the idea that they had allowed their relationship to make them too complacent, the fact that their relationship hinged solely on their time on the island, the fact that she knew getting him home to Alexis might mean losing everything they had.

And then the tiny fact that she was happier here than she had ever been back in New York.

But if the last four days had proved anything it was that she couldn't do this without him. Kate didn't want to do it without him, not if she didn't have to. But she was worried she had damaged him so much that he would shy away and she wanted to make sure she didn't do any more damage by waiting too long.

Waiting was what had done damage in the first place.

So she didn't call ahead, she just showed up at his door, hoping he would be home. And she knocked, hoping he would answer.

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Castle finally smiled at her in return, though it was a bit lopsided.

"Fair enough," he agreed. "And hopefully, some day- no matter where we are- it'll get to the point where it's over stupid stuff like me hogging the covers or what color to paint the bathroom. Too many fights like this..." He shook his head and responded to the last of her words by taking her into his arms again.

She could finish the thought for him just fine on her own. Too many fights like this and he was gone. Maybe that's what she had been going for; she didn't want to break up with him but she knew because of her insecurities, subconsciously she was going to try to find a way to make him end it. And she hated that about herself.

Kate had never had a relationship as volatile with any other man than she did with Castle. But that's because there hadn't been as much as stake. It was easy not to fight when her heart wasn't in it; she could distract herself with the logical mechanics of how a relationship was supposed to work when she wasn't bogged down by emotions. It was exactly what made her relationship with Castle special, and it was also what made it dangerous. Kate was too used to being in control and she lost that control around him, and that was why she kept pushing him away.

She buried her head in his chest, trying to fight back more tears, trying to regain the little control that she did have so she could clear her head. "You do hog the covers, though," she muttered.

Castle wished he could tell what Kate was thinking. Right now, he was still hurting a little, but he knew things would be okay again soon. Part of him knew when getting into this that spats like this were likely, just due to Kate being the way she was and denying what she wanted, what made her happy. But the moments he got her to smile and laugh... he still felt, deep in his heart, that it was all worth it.

"What if it's all a ruse to get to to snuggle?" he murmured back.

Maybe one day she'd come clean - but it would involve too much right now. It would involve telling him that she loved him, and she wasn't ready for that yet. Especially now, after all this, she'd worry it would just cheapen it. Kate wanted to tell him but she didn't want to abuse that power she knew she had over him, and she felt like dropping it now, after how badly she'd hurt him, would just make him doubt the sincerity.

Not that she didn't think he already knew, in his own way. He told her he loved her enough to make Beckett think he was pretty secure in how she felt, even if she hadn't verbalized it. But she still knew it was something she needed to learn to say.

She raised her head and captured the back of his head with her palm, moving him down so she could kiss him gently on the lips. "We can go snuggle now if you want."

And there it was- the kiss. All was not quite forgotten yet- forgiven, perhaps, but not forgotten- but it was amazing what one simple kiss could do for Castle's mood. It was an encouraging sign if nothing else.

"Well, since you asked so nicely..."

Kate was relieved that he had that reaction, because it meant, to her, that things could be fixed. She knew it would still take some work but an apology followed by physical intimacy was as good a start as any.

She kissed him again, smiling up at him. "I know I'm not good at showing it, but you really do make me happy."

"I think I can show enough for the both of us," Castle replied, taking her hand and gently leading her toward his bedroom. "At least until you can do it more."

She followed him obediently, her heart already starting to race in anticipation. How he did manage making her feel that way, even after she'd been so cruel to him? She didn't want to take advantage of how he felt about her anymore, and she knew now was the time to start changing and actually appreciating what they had between them.

"You definitely have no problems showing it," she laughed, clinging to his hand tightly. "I'm really am glad one of us doesn't completely suck at the whole relationship thing."

"I have my moments of suck, too," Castle assured her, thinking grimly of his two failed marriages, though he knew better than to bring those up- not at a time like this, when things were somehow happy and precarious at the same time. "But we know we'll both accept each others' sucky moments. And work through them."

Once they got into the bedroom, Beckett knocked the door shut with her foot and swung around, taking his other hand and walking backwards to lead him to the bed as she talked.

"I'm not having a suck contest with you," she chided. "But I do promise not to yell at you over that stupid network anymore. If we're gonna suck we should probably do it behind closed doors."

Her eyes widened and she pressed her lips together. That came out much more dirty than she meant it to.

Castle exhaled at that, and leaned in closer to her. "Miss Beckett, I do believe you're trying to seduce me," he murmured. He then turned serious again and sat beside her. "... But point taken. If this ever happens again, we put the phones down and talk in person. I think it has a better chance of turning out better that way."

"Detective Beckett," she corrected him gently, trying not to lose the playfulness they had finally regained. She moved to straddle his hips, settling into his lap and gently brushing her fingers through his hair.

"I knew better. I kept pushing you and I shouldn't have. And I'm sorry."

A little chill ran through Castle's body when she sat in his lap. Despite everything, it still felt nice, and her playing with his hair felt even better.

"Apology accepted," he replied, though he knew he wasn't going to forget what had happened any time soon. "I can't stay upset with you for too long."

Kate took his words at face value; even for what they had been through, they had burned each other enough in their short, volatile history together that she had started to just accept he'd forgive her, eventually.

She lowered her head, brushing her lips against his gently. "Good," she breathed. "Because I meant it when I said I don't wanna do this without you." Her hands snaked between them to undo the belt of his pants in a fluid motion, a smile playing across her lips. "Especially this."

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