Winter is coming; daylight is fleeting; for the students among us, end-of-semester hell is just about to rear its ugly head. What better way to combat such woes than with a super-cheerful comment ficathon?
The Serenade of Romantic Doom, Castle, Castle/BeckettnonkyNovember 10 2010, 22:50:25 UTC
He started it - Castle always started it, and she had gotten the hang of being completely deadpan and not at all charmed - but Kate finished it. She figured it was only fair he be thrown off his game now and again, and if everything was a game to him, all was fair
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His cufflink caught on his sleeve and he missed a few words.
I love this detail. Rick Castle: making being a GIANT DORK awkwardly sexy since 2009.
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Also, word. The little details in this fic are what make it so shiny. The details and the perfect Beckett/Castle interaction.
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Favorite bits:
Then his bluff to her double-bluff, became a triple-bluff, both of them undulating shoulders to thighs in very close proximity.
Kate held on as he dipped her back, curling her leg up around his hip so high she could have stuck her heel into his back pocket.
his eyes were half-mast uuuuuuunf
"If they just went straight into 'Hungry Eyes' you'd never be able to concentrate on work." WIN!
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