She’d slept in her old place for the final time last night, and gone straight to work, meeting him there. Their day is normal but long, so when he suggests that she go home before him while he goes and picks up some food for dinner, she’s a little offended that he doesn’t want to come with her the first time she enters the loft as her own home. She hides it well though, and decides to be an adult. Italian would be nicer than the leftovers in his fridge.
She drops her bag on the kitchen counter and looks around the room, unsure of what to do until he gets home. Toeing into the bedroom she kicks off her shoes and sheds her blazer and slacks on her side of the closet, chucking her socks in the hamper near the door.
He loves her in dress shirts with no pants, but it feels silly to wait around for him like this, so she wanders over into the bathroom for a shower. She’s not prepared for what she finds when she flips the light switch.
He bought her a bathtub.
When he’d asked her to officially move in with him a month ago, she had told him that she’d only move in under the condition that he’d get her a new tub for his bathroom.
Not that she doesn’t love his shower, and all of the times they’ve had in it, but she needs a real tub, and none of that half and half business that doesn’t even allow the water to reach her boobs. Nope, none of that.
And it isn’t just any old bathtub. It’s basically a replica of the one he pulled her out of three or four years ago, her apartment going up in flames around them. It is big and deep and beautiful and the crazy man has gone and tied a big fat red bow around the middle.
Well, she knows what she’ll do to pass the time now.
Half an hour later Castle enters the loft to find it silent. She must have found his present. He’d had it delivered yesterday, leaving his mother at home to sign for it and giving her specific instructions on where it was to be placed.
Sure enough, he opens his bathroom door to find her deep in a sea of bubbles, the big red bow he had tied earlier this morning still tied and reminding him sappily that she’s the best gift life has ever granted him with. Well, besides the other two women in his life anyway. They’re pretty great too.
Her head rests on the rim of the tub and she shifts to smile over at him when he comes in.
“I love you.” It slips easily from her mouth and he marvels at how far they’ve come. She moved in.
“You’re just saying that because I buy you presents.”
“Oh, you caught me. Now get in here so we can exchange presents some more.”
He chuckles at her lame excuse of a sexual innuendo before turning on his heel to retrieve the other half of her gift.
“Castle! What-“ she calls out after him, but he’s already gone. She hears him shuffling around in the closet and figures he’s just taking his clothes off, but then their bedroom door squeaks and her eyebrows wrinkle in confusion.
Her questions are answered when, a solid five minutes later, he comes in carrying a beautiful side table and places it next to the bath. It fits so perfectly that she knows he bought it specifically to go with her bathtub. Before she can even say thank you, he’s back out the door again.
But this time he returns quicker, his arms laiden with their Italian takeout. He leaves yet again with a mischievous smile on his face, and this time she stays silent, smiling like a complete idiot. But who cares? She’s allowed to be happy, right?
The third time he returns he’s naked. Naked with a bottle of her favorite red wine in one hand and two glasses in the other. And he’s cocky too. The thought makes her blush because even though she only said it in her head she didn’t mean it that way. It certainly is applicable both in that way and in the way he struts around the bathtub, uncorking the wine and handing her a glass with a knowing look in his eyes because he is so going to get laid tonight and they both know it.
But for the next 15 minutes or so, they just bask in the presence of one another. Slurping spaghetti should be so far from foreplay except that it’s so very them. And the way he chuckles at the sauce that lands itself on her chin, the sound resonating deep in her chest and warming her heart, and it isn’t just the wine. And when he leans forward with a smirk, mouth open and heading straight for her, she’s knows she’s in for it. The rush of warmth, of comfort, and of love. She’s officially become a sap and there’s no turning back now.
"Welcome home," he whispers, ghosting his words over her lips.
She smiles. It’s the first time she has been able to see the meaning behind the term in a long time. Home.
Kate Beckett → Season 2 + colors
i can only handle so much socializing until i get tired and start getting irritated towards everyone and want to go home and sleep or lock myself in my room and go on the computer