Sex, Voyeurism and Murder: Caskett Fan Fiction - DISCONTINUED

Chapter Three

After holding him for around ten minutes or so, he finally calmed down enough and Kate could feel the exhaustion settling in. He held her like she was the last tether he had to the world, needing to keep her close for fear that he would open his eyes and she would disappear.
"You can stay in the guest room upstairs if you want." He told her, still holding her close, not quite ready to let her go. "I'll give you some clothes to wear."
"Thanks, Castle." She smiled.
They both wanted nothing more than to move past the awkward stage and be able to be in the room together without having to comfort the other person. They wanted to be able to touch each other, even in the simplest ways, without jumping or fear of making the other person uncomfortable. But most of all, they wanted to be able to kiss each other without it being awkward anymore. But after her telling him not to when they were captured, neither one of them was brave enough to initiate it.
His hold on her finally slacking, Kate pulled away slowly, holding at arms length as she looked in his eyes and gave him a kind smile, getting a watery lopsided one in return.
"We should probably get some sleep." Kate told him.
"Yeah." He agreed, following after her as she walked up the stairs to the guest room she had lived in after her apartment was blown up. Opening the door, she surveyed the room and was pleased to see that it was exactly the way she left it. He hadn't changed a thing since she left. There was even the chest of draws he had bought her so she could have somewhere to keep the clothes he bought her.
"I'm gonna have a quick shower." She told him.
"I'll leave the clothes on the bed for you."
"Thanks."
"Alright. I'll see you in the morning." He told her, backing up and closing the door quietly behind him. Kate chuckled to herself when she found that he hadn't touched the soaps and other bits and bobs that she had left there before she stripped down and stepped into the shower. While she was in there, she heard the door open quietly and Castle's soft footfalls as he lay the clothes on the bed for her before he left as quietly as he came. Smiling to herself, she turned off the water and got out, drying herself off quickly before going back into the bedroom. Her heart warmed when she saw the clothes lying neatly on the end of the bed. They were the clothes that he had leant her when she last stayed here. That red tshirt that was miles too big for her slender frame and the soft sweatpants that were so big on her, she had to roll the cuffs up several times and they still dragged on the ground. Lifting them up, she brought them to her face and inhaled deeply, his scent still all over the soft fabric. Pulling the shirt over her head and the pants on, she hung up her towel and crawled into the large, very expensive, pillow top mattress. Sinking deeply into the warm, soft sheets, Kate closed her eyes, expecting sleep to envelope her, but as hard as she tried, she just couldn't drift off. She tossed and turned, moving around to see if she could find a more comfortable position that would allow her to sleep, but to no avail. Sighing in frustration, she rolled over onto her back and stared at the ceiling. Her thoughts drifted to the man sleeping downstairs, all alone and vulnerable. He had been so upset, and even though they were only a few meters away, it felt as though they were worlds away from each other.
Throwing back her covers, she sat up in bed and got up, walking to the door and opening it. She made her way down the dimly lit hallway till she made it to the stairs. Watching out for the squeaky steps, Kate made her way down until she was standing in the living room area. Taking a deep breath, she continued to walk through the silent apartment until she made it to his office. She hadn't been in there many times but she had been in enough to appreciate his personal creative space, where he would sit up late at night and concoct scenes between Nikki and Rook, their fictional counterparts. Her eyes scanned the room till she saw the door that lead to his bedroom was open slightly. Giving it an experimental push, she saw him lying on his side, facing away from her, breathing evenly. Opening the door just enough to be able to slip in, Kate walked in slowly and quietly, carefully pulling the sheets up and slipping in under them, curling up next to Castle.
Smiling to himself, Castle rolled over and pulls her into his side, dropping a sleepy kiss on her head before drifting off to sleep.