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.
ahhh love, i'm so sorry for being a day late but I still want to wish you a belated happy birthday!! i hope you had a good one! and as always, thank you for including me in your ff *big hugs* (this is stanakaticland btw ;P)
Thankyou :) It was okay, just a normal day really.
well, it’s that time of year again and…well, you know…here’s a list of fantastic people that will inevitably fall short of all expectation (the list, not the people)
first off, my tumblr pals (some old, some fairly new):
crystal // emma // eva // janay // nen // rachelle // raphael // steven // sister
