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"You're a masterpiece."
Rick smiled when he heard that. He looked up from buttoning his shirt, eyes on Dean in the mirror. “I missed you,” he mused, turning around after a moment.
Dean chuckled. “Liar.” he teased and took a large bite out of the cold pizza, humming softly to himself as he climbed back into bed and turned on the tv.
Castle smiled at that and scooted closer to him. “The best liar,” he joked, draping an arm around him.
"You're a masterpiece."
Rick smiled when he heard that. He looked up from buttoning his shirt, eyes on Dean in the mirror. “I missed you,” he mused, turning around after a moment.
Dean laughed and stood, walking bare assed to the kitchen. He knew if Martha or Alexis saw, Rick would never hear the end of it, but he didnt care. Whiskey is poured and a piece of cold pizza is grabbed and Dean is back in bed.
Rick watched him go and shook his head. He managed a small smile, glad that Alexis was at school and Martha was giving acting lessons. When Dean returned, he sighed. “You’re beautiful.”
"You're a masterpiece."
Rick smiled when he heard that. He looked up from buttoning his shirt, eyes on Dean in the mirror. “I missed you,” he mused, turning around after a moment.
Dean laughed and nudged him. “I know its like.. Early.. But do you think i could raid the whiskey?”
“It’s five o’clock somewhere,” he mused, nodding a little. “Go right ahead, Babe.”
"You're a masterpiece."
Rick smiled when he heard that. He looked up from buttoning his shirt, eyes on Dean in the mirror. “I missed you,” he mused, turning around after a moment.
Dean hummed and held onto him. “You’re amazing Ricky.. So amazing.”
“You’re very right,” he teased, laughing a little.
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"You're a masterpiece."
Rick smiled when he heard that. He looked up from buttoning his shirt, eyes on Dean in the mirror. “I missed you,” he mused, turning around after a moment.
Dean laughed softly and kissed him gently. “I love you Ricky. I love you so much.” he said softly.
He smiled and returned the kiss. “I love you, too,” he murmured, staying close to him.
“Hey, how drunk are you?”
Castle stumbled slightly, trying to clear his mind enough to respond. “I don’t know, but I feel so good,” he mused, almost giggling.
After getting the coffee started Leah sat up on the counter to watch. “Would you like some help? I can fetch ingredients. Need milk?” She hopped back off the counter and went to the fridge.
He nodded and gave her a few ingredients to gather. “Thanks,” he mused, watching her as she moved.
“Hey, how drunk are you?”
Castle stumbled slightly, trying to clear his mind enough to respond. “I don’t know, but I feel so good,” he mused, almost giggling.
“Sound good!” She followed after him. Rolling up the sleeves on his shirt her hands where barely poking out. “I’ll get a pot of coffee started.”
“Thank you,” he mumbled. Castle sighed softly and leaned against the counter as he grabbed some of the ingredients he needed to start the mix.
"You're a masterpiece."
Rick smiled when he heard that. He looked up from buttoning his shirt, eyes on Dean in the mirror. “I missed you,” he mused, turning around after a moment.
Dean moaned softly licked his lips. “How were you planning on taking care of my boredom?” he purred and tangled his legs with Ricks. “Cmon Mister Castle.. I’m such a big fan..” he cooed.
Castle smiled a little and looked at him for a moment. “I hadn’t decided,” he admitted. “I thought we would find a way, though...”
"Oh my god..."
Emma curled into a ball as her abductors threw her unceremoniously out of the unmarked van, whimpering in pain, not even able to cry out anymore. Maybe it was over. She didn’t open her eyes, merely pulling her bruised and battered limbs closer to her torso to try and protect herself as best she could.
Emma curled into herself further as he looked her over, his slight touches making her cringe. “Please, don’t,” Emma whimpered, afraid she was going to get hurt more. Her brain hadn’t caught up with the fact that this was not her torturers, this was someone who was trying to help her.
He paused when he heard that. “Okay,” he mumbled. Rick pulled his hand away, giving the authorities the address and as much information as he could. He wanted to get her some help as quickly as he could, since the bruises he saw looked horrible.
On here for the afternoon. Watching Castle while I grab some food and I’m gonna try to do a few drafts.
Okay, thinking about some rest. I’m gonna get up and get a few things done. If I find more energy and decide to come back, I’ll probably hop over to my Aztec blog again (since I know I can only handle so much Castle at once).
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“Hey, how drunk are you?”
Castle stumbled slightly, trying to clear his mind enough to respond. “I don’t know, but I feel so good,” he mused, almost giggling.
“Sounds good to me. I like chocolate for breakfast, in pancakes works. Now you’ve mentioned food and my stomach has woken up.” Shuffling she got out of bed. “Your head feeling okay lover?”
He smiled a little and sighed as he moved with her. “It’s getting there,” he replied, getting up with her. “Chocolate chip pancakes, it is!” He grabbed his robe and started for the stairs, rubbing his head as he moved.
Uh oh! Your character is watching mine get hit on and is feeling possessive. How does your character handle this?
“Hey, how drunk are you?”
Castle stumbled slightly, trying to clear his mind enough to respond. “I don’t know, but I feel so good,” he mused, almost giggling.
“I don’t usually eat breakfast so whatever you make would be fabulous.” Crawling back on to the bed she sat next to him. “As long as I’m not burning something to eat.”
“I promise a wonderful breakfast,” he replied, kissing her cheek. “Pancakes, I think... maybe with some chocolate chips in them.” Okay, so he wasn’t in one of his most adult moments right now.
