Castle: Their story. (on hold)

Chapter thirty seven

•I'm sorry that last chapter wasn't suppose to be that short. I'm trying to make these chapters longer. How did you guys like the "bad Santa" castle episode. Let's just say I cried hard. 💕🐘

The duo sat up chatting the night away with the desired amount of classic red wine that castle had in stock. Both retired to a warm shower, castle of course suggesting to shower together to 'save water' but the tired detective declined his offer with the excuse of wanting to wash her hair.

Castle laid wrapped in his comforter, his thoughts surrounded by the shower and the lady who occupied it. His face spread into a smirk as he remembered back a couple of nights ago to their first time together, those thoughts where crashed as he heard the shower cut off. Kate had took an extra long shower, castle had many thoughts on the particular matter, one of the many consisting of a certain little girl who had captured the brunettes attention the second it all happened.

Kate wrapped her towel around her chest, shielding herself from wondering eyes as she walked into the main part of the bedroom to retrieve her night clothes.

"Hi."

She turned her head to the writer as she grabbed one of his baggy shirts and a pair of panties.

"Hi, showers ready if you need one."

"I'll take one in the morning." He spoke under his breath as a smile grew on his face at the sight of the wet haired detective.

"Okay, I'll be out in a second."

"Looking forward to it."

Kate smiled back to him as she turned on her heal to reemerge into the bathroom. Castle laid back onto his back slowly, he thoughts regaining their original journeys.

As the bathroom door swung open, the writer was unfazed for his thoughts where traveling the path of why the detective had been so gloom.

"Castle."

The writer snapped his neck toward the source of the voice.

"Ya?" He barely whispered.

"Are you okay? You seem lost in your thoughts."

Castle looked as if hurt by her phrase but pushed it over his shoulder when he realized he was truly lost in his thought thoughts.

"Oh no I'm okay.. how are you."

Kate looked up to the writer as she circled the bed to arrive at her sleeping post.

"I'm ah... castle I don't know what I am."

The writer sat up fully this time, he back leaning against the head board as the woman he loves climbed into his side.

"Want to talk about it."

He felt her head nod as she connected her arms together around his oddly flexed torso.

"I just, I don't know. I want the best for Elizabeth. I knew it seems crazy but the way she look, the way she was dressed took me by surprise. I guess I never knew how unfortunate someone could be. I mean you seen the way her apparent foster mom treated her, like she wasn't even worth a penny. When she was balling her eyes out her mother figure didn't even stop to comfort her. Elizabeth is mostly likely another way to make cash from the state."

Castle agreed fully with his partner, she had explain everything that was on her mind. He could just fell re relax into himself as she let all the worry flow out, she wasn't caging her feelings now.

"I know. But Kate we have no evidence against Miranda not being a good foster mom. Yes of course she might be using the privilege of being able to foster Elizabeth to gain money but we have no proof."

Kate sighed as she buried her self Into her pillow, shortly before the writer joined her as well. Allowing the detective to, once more, engulf herself into the mans warm embrace.

"How about you get some sleep Kate, you really need it."

She smiled at his tone of comfort, she knew she needed sleep, as she would eventually achieve that.

"I love you castle."

" and I love you."

He kissed her lips slightly as he turned to flick the lamp off, allowing darkness to take the course of the room.

"Goodnight."

The two drifted from the light slumber into a deeper one, neither never leaving the embrace of each other. Both enjoying the never ending bundle of warmth dancing between the two adults.

When the morning decided to show its rays, both the writer and his muse where still curled into each other, neither changing their position through out the whole night. The two where sleeping soundless, except castle would let a few tiny snores loose every now and then. Typical Castle.

When the alarm woke all in the room, both where resistant to awake, their sleep was to calming and they obviously didn't want this Wednesday morning to end.