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1:  What is your name and does it mean anything?

My **cough** real first name is Careese, which I hate, because my mom misspelled it when she signed me up for school (”Caresse”) so people say it like Caress, which... no. Thanks, Mom.

It means “beloved.” I go by Reesie or Reese.

6:  Do you wish to travel a lot?

Big crowds, planes, unfamiliar places? Oh hell no.

13:  Name one movie that made you cry.

The Fault in Our Stars in theaters.

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“Maybe a hot summer day made even hotter by hormonal constantly on fire pregnant beckett At the cabin or at the hamptons idk” From katherinecastle and katherinehcastles.

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The summer was ridiculously hot. And Castle had hoped that leading them out of the city where the tall buildings seemingly trapped in the suffocating heat would help. But even their Hamptons home was no reprieve from the scorching weather. And Kate was even more miserable in the heat, being nearly eight months pregnant. He wanted to help her out, but wasn't sure where to start.

Castle watches her now, walking into the living room, clad only in her underwear. She collapses down onto the window seat, her hands falling to rest on the swell of her stomach.

"Did you figure out what's wrong with the air conditioner?" she asks.

"Nothing I can fix," he sighs, moving to lean against the wall near her and the window. "Repair man can't get here until tomorrow."

Kate groans. "At least our air still worked in the city."

"How many times do I have to apologize and admit that I was wrong?"

Her hand reaches out, brushes against his bare leg. "I know, babe. I don't mean to take my crankiness out on you."

Castle slides down the wall, sitting on the floor in front of the window seat. He leans against her shoulder and she starts carding her fingers through his hair.

"I'm making the heat worse, aren't I?" he mumbles. "Leaning against you like this?"

"I honestly don't think I could feel any hotter," Kate mumbles back. "Stay. I like the company."

"Our son isn't company enough?"

"He's a great listener, but he isn't much for conversation."

Castle chuckles. "Give it a couple of years. I'm sure he'll become quite the chatterbox."

She hums, smiling. "I don't doubt that."

"Has he been kicking today?"

Kate nods, yanking on his arm. "He is right now."

She places his hand against the spot on her stomach their son is currently using as target practice. Castle grins as he feels the movement against his palm.

"We'll have to put him in soccer. Or maybe kickboxing."

She shakes her head, drawing up one of her knees on the bench.

"Do you think the pool is any cooler than the air in here?" she asks.

"I don't know. The water is probably like bath water in this heat. The ocean might be refreshing though."

"But the sand," Kate whines, "it'll be like walking on hot coals and flip-flops don't offer the best protection. We may as well just take a cold shower."

"I'm game for that," he tells her, lifting his head off of her shoulder.

She sighs. "Later. That requires me to move again. It's too hot to move."

He laughs at that, settling back down against her. "So we're going to stay in here for a while then."

"Well you don't have to keep sitting on the floor," she says, her fingers ruffling through his hair once more.

"But you like the company."

"I do. But you can still keep me company by sitting on the couch."

He shakes his head. "The couch is too hot. I swear it's cooler here on the floor. That whole thing about heat rising and all."

"That whole thing?" Kate parrots back. "You're the one who wrote a book called Heat Rises."

"Well yeah, but it's not like it was about the scientific principle behind it."

"No, it's about your detective with a stripper name."

"You're still mad about that? It's been eight years, Kate. I thought you had accepted Nikki by now."

She laughs, her fingers slipping out of his hair to toy with the shell of his ear. "I have accepted her. Doesn't mean I still can't think her name sounds like a stripper."

"Exactly how long did you spend in Vice?"

She laughs again. "Just a rotation in my rookie days. But there's nothing illegal about strippers. You're thinking of hookers."

"Blame the heat," Castle shrugs. "It's making me confuse words."

Kate hums, resting the hand not dancing around his head on her stomach. "Maybe you should let me name him."

"Hey now I'm great at names. I develop them for a living."

"We're not naming our son after one of her your book characters."

"Who said we were? I have no intention of naming him Derrick or Jamison. But you know what? James is pretty cute..."

She squeezes his ear. "We'll keep talking."

He leans away from her, stretching his back. "I think I'm getting too old to sit on the floor."

"You gonna play with our kid standing up?"

Castle pushes himself to his feet and bends over to kiss her stomach. "I'll make an exception for him."

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I know you're not taking prompts but could you PLLLLLLLLEEEEAAAASSSEE write a sexy smutty post-ep for tonight's episode? *bats eyelashes while giving puppy eyes*

I suppose I’ve come pretty accustomed to writing post-eps haven’t I? I’ll see what I can do for you tomorrow, anon. Although Nen might kill me if I write something else before answering one of her prompts. haha She’ll let me write a smutty post-ep though, won’t she? 

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Castle watches Kate transform into Detective Beckett; or, he watches as she struggles with a woman's morning routine: jumping around and doing air kicks to put on skinny jeans and making the duck face/blowfish face to put on blush.

Castle had come to learn that the woman he had married couldbe two very different people. At night, when they were at home, she was Mrs.Castle. All little touches and quick glances filled with her radiant smile. Shewould curl into his side and let her defenses down, walking around the loftwith her makeup free face and NYPD sweats, her hair twisted into a messy bun.He loved seeing her like that, 100% comfortable around him.

But at the same time, he loved it when she transformed into DetectiveBeckett, the badass woman who could send ice running through your veins withone glare. The woman he had known for years until she finally cracked open andlet him in to her warmth and playfulness.

He watches her now, padding around their bedroom clad onlyin a bath towel, her hair still dripping wet from her shower, readying herself tobecome Detective Beckett for the day. The ends of her hair curl around hershoulders as she works to pull down an outfit from her half of the closet. Hewishes she would wear it naturally more often like she had that year after shewas shot. Mrs. Castle wears it that way all of the time, the kinky little wavesframing her face on the weekends when she isn't on call. But Detective Beckett alwaystakes a heating tool to her waves, whether it be a curling iron, a straightener,or simply a blow dryer.

She lets the towel drop away from her, forming a puddlearound her ankles. He stares at the bare curve of her ass as she slips into apair of satin underwear. His eyes trace up the bare expanse of her back and hehas the urge to join her at their dresser, kiss his way up her spine. But he'sbeen reprimanded too many times by Detective Beckett for his morning quickiesthat make her late to work. So instead he watches as the black cups of her braappear on her back as she twists it around to secure the clasp. She twists thecups back to where they belong and slips her arms through the straps, headingback into the bathroom.

He hears the sounds of her blow dryer starting up and Castlefinally pushes himself out of bed, moving to retrieve her abandoned bath towelfrom the floor. He walks into the bathroom behind her, hanging it back up on thetowel rack to dry.

"I would have gotten that," she yells over thesound of her blow dryer, scrunching up her face in pain when her hair brushsnags on a knot.

"I was up," he shrugs, bumping his hip into hersto make her move out of the way of the drawer.

He pulls his toothbrush and toothpaste out, watching her inthe mirror as he brushes his teeth. Watches as the curling ends of her hairstraighten out with every brushstroke. There's still a bit of a natural wave toit when she finishes, but it's not nearly as curly as it was when the air wasdrying it. She pulls a hair clip out from one of the drawers, but then pauses,probably realizing she should put a shirt on first before she finishes herhair.

As she moves back out to their bedroom, he wonders what heused to keep in all of these bathroom drawers before she lived with him. Mostof them are filled with her things now. He turns to turn the shower back on forhimself, letting the water temperature adjust as he watches her dress from hisspot. She hops around, wiggling her hips, as she pulls up her skinny jeans. Henever knew watching someone put on pants could be so comical until he met her.It makes him wonder what she'll be like when she's pregnant some day and stilltrying to fit her old pants around her baby bump. He looks forward to that.

She walks back toward the bathroom, still buttoning up herblouse. Castle drops his boxers and just for a moment, Mrs. Castle returns asshe eyes his naked form in appreciation. But he steps into the spray of the shower,and she picks the hair clip back up, continuing her transformation intoDetective Beckett. With the top layer of her hair securely pinned up, shereaches for her makeup bag and rifles through its contents.

He watches her through the glass of the shower as sheapplies each layer to her routine. He doesn't think he's ever watched her applymakeup this intently before, seen what all goes into it. She fills her cheekswith air as she swipes blush over them, must be for contour purposes orsomething, but she still looks ridiculous nonetheless. Ridiculous in anadorable kind of way, that is. Her eyeliner goes on dark and thick today,another ridiculous expression crossing her face as she widens her eyes andopens her mouth to put on mascara. He's not sure why her mouth has to be opento do that, but he's never put on eye makeup before so what does he know?

She wipes a nude colored lipstick across her lips and he'sreminded of the bright red one Mrs. Castle had worn last weekend just for hisbenefit, just so she could leave it all over his skin and around his -

"Babe, are you riding to work with me or waiting untilwe get a call about a body?" she asks, fluffing her hair with her fingers.

"Go ahead, I'll meet you there later," he tellsher. "Besides I'm craving a bear claw this morning."

He sees a twitch of excitement flash across her face."Bring me one?"

"Of course."

She nods, moving back to the bedroom and sitting on the edgeof the bed to zip up her boots. He's not sure why she left the bathroom dooropen. Martha and Alexis haven't moved out yet and them walking in on him in theshower is the last thing any of them need. Maybe she's noticed him watching herthis morning, wanted to let him continue while he washes his hair.

Castle finishes up in the shower and steps out, wrapping a towelaround his waist. He runs another one through his hair, catching her completethe transformation as she clips her badge to her waist. She fascinates him.Always has.

"See you later," she calls over her shoulder asshe turns to leave.

As he watches her go, he makes a mental note to payattention to her transformation back into Mrs. Castle when they get hometonight.

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katherinecastlefollows replied to your post: RECKONING TONIGHT

are sus and i invited to this so called “wine party” since you’re resotcking? ;)

yessss, my place tonight, you guys bring the snacks, and i'll provide the alcohol cool? cool

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katherinecastlefollows replied to your photo:tagging: airbefore, likestarsintheink,...

ohmygOD you have such pretty handwriting! puts mine to shame

lol omg no you must be joking, i actually hate my handwriting, but thank you. now go do it.

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8,9,69,90

8. Do you think it’s disgusting when girls get really wasted?No, so long as they can have some sense of self control.

9. Is confidence cute?Yeah! I mean, it's a plus.

69. Ever take dance lessons?No, but I really want to.

90. Opinions on sex before marriage?If the opportunity arises and you want to do it, go for it. If you don't, don't. What gives anyone else the right to tell someone how to live.