Wager (9/12)
Title: Wager (9/12)
Pairing: Castle/Beckett
Rating: T
Summary: ........
A/N: Once again unbeta-ed.
"Quit stepping on my foot, you drunk."
"Stop puttin' your foot under mine."
"Do it again and I'll leave you to sleep it off on the floor."
She had been trying to lead him to his bedroom for what felt like eons. The walls, which had only just made her life complicated, had proven to be a valuable resource in facilitating their travel. She was thankful for them. Castle's staggering was enough of an obstacle to overcome, and she desperately wished she hadn't kicked her heels off at the door when his added weight had made her unsteady.
"S'okay. We can sleep here," he whispered and started to lower himself to the floor again.
"Your room is right there, idiot."
She yanked him back up with a fistful of hair, and led him through the threshold of his bedroom. The swaying walls which had been assisting her in guiding him thus far, were now no longer available to help her make the last few yards to the bed in the center. She could feel the muscles in her back screaming at her as she adjusted him to take on more of his weight. Dragging him forward in wavering strides, she closed the distance. That is, until Castle's foot landed painfully on her own again, causing her to trip, and both of them to lurch forward onto the bed.
"Castle! You did that on purpose!"
She tried to shove his body off hers, but he proved too heavy for her after their arduous journey from the foyer.
"Nuh uh. You wan'ed to get in my bed. I knew you wouldn' be able to resiss my charms forever, Detetive."
Pairing: Castle/Beckett
Rating: T
Summary: ........
A/N: Once again unbeta-ed.
"Quit stepping on my foot, you drunk."
"Stop puttin' your foot under mine."
"Do it again and I'll leave you to sleep it off on the floor."
She had been trying to lead him to his bedroom for what felt like eons. The walls, which had only just made her life complicated, had proven to be a valuable resource in facilitating their travel. She was thankful for them. Castle's staggering was enough of an obstacle to overcome, and she desperately wished she hadn't kicked her heels off at the door when his added weight had made her unsteady.
"S'okay. We can sleep here," he whispered and started to lower himself to the floor again.
"Your room is right there, idiot."
She yanked him back up with a fistful of hair, and led him through the threshold of his bedroom. The swaying walls which had been assisting her in guiding him thus far, were now no longer available to help her make the last few yards to the bed in the center. She could feel the muscles in her back screaming at her as she adjusted him to take on more of his weight. Dragging him forward in wavering strides, she closed the distance. That is, until Castle's foot landed painfully on her own again, causing her to trip, and both of them to lurch forward onto the bed.
"Castle! You did that on purpose!"
She tried to shove his body off hers, but he proved too heavy for her after their arduous journey from the foyer.
"Nuh uh. You wan'ed to get in my bed. I knew you wouldn' be able to resiss my charms forever, Detetive."