Castle Ficlet: Swaying Opinions 1/1
"I still don't know about the beard."
It wasn't the first time he'd heard those words over the last few hours, she'd been a little bit fixated on the subject as a matter of fact. He wasn't complaining, though, especially since her quest to determine her exact feelings on his facial hair involved a significant amount of touching. Her hands on his cheeks, her fingers scratching lightly through the growth of his beard. Even the bump of her chin and the rub of her cheeks against his. All part of her attempt to decide if she liked his new look or not.
Castle wiggled his eyebrows. "I think I have one way to sway your opinion."
His girlfriend chuckled, squirming against her pillow and beckoning him to her. "And what's that, Rick?" she asked, emphasizing the end of his name.
Castle brushed a kiss to the tip of her nose before lowering his head to skim his cheek over her neck. Beckett shuddered in his arms, squirming beneath him.
"I think," he said, dusting a kiss to the curve of her jaw and sliding his chin along the column of her throat, "that it would be better for both of us if I just showed you – instead of telling you, of course."
She grinned, palming his cheeks and drawing his face back to hers. Her mouth brushed his. "I think that would be best."
