Wager (12/12)
Title: Wager (12/12) or 1
Pairing: Castle/Beckett
Rating: T
Summary: Who was the real winner?
A/N: YAY! Thanks to everyone that's read. :)
When she woke again, the bed was noticeably cold. Using the sheet to shield her eyes from potential rays of assaulting light, she turned her head to look around the room. She was surprised to not see him sitting next to the bed, watching her as she slept. She was certain that would be what he was up to. He would never pass up the opportunity to observe, yet he wasn't in the room. Slowly, she climbed out of the bed and made her way out into the hall.
Thankfully, as she moved through the loft, there was no sign of anyone else. She almost wished that she had done something to be ashamed of, so this walk of shame wouldn't feel so needlessly awkward. If someone were to catch her, there would be no way to convince them their assumptions were incorrect.
She had just finished slipping on her heels when she heard a pained groan come from the kitchen. She debated with herself for a few moments about whether to investigate the source of the noise, or to ignore it and leave. As she walked towards the kitchen, she wondered where the level of compassion that had surfaced within her had come from, especially when it concerned Castle.
She found him with his head in his arms on the table, and she couldn't help but laugh. Roughly, she mussed up his hair before grabbing the toast from the plate he had pushed away from him.
"I'm leaving now. You need me to call someone?" When she received a moan in response, she dug in her purse, pulled out some Advil, and placed it in front of him. "Right, so, since I obviously won, I'll just be taking this and be on my way," she said as she made her way to his wallet on the counter and removed $50.
She heard a scoff as she started to leave again, and then in a quiet voice came,"If all it cost was $50 and a headache to get you in my bed, clearly I am the real winner."
She crumpled the money and lobbed it at his head.
"You could have just asked me to dinner!"
Pairing: Castle/Beckett
Rating: T
Summary: Who was the real winner?
A/N: YAY! Thanks to everyone that's read. :)
When she woke again, the bed was noticeably cold. Using the sheet to shield her eyes from potential rays of assaulting light, she turned her head to look around the room. She was surprised to not see him sitting next to the bed, watching her as she slept. She was certain that would be what he was up to. He would never pass up the opportunity to observe, yet he wasn't in the room. Slowly, she climbed out of the bed and made her way out into the hall.
Thankfully, as she moved through the loft, there was no sign of anyone else. She almost wished that she had done something to be ashamed of, so this walk of shame wouldn't feel so needlessly awkward. If someone were to catch her, there would be no way to convince them their assumptions were incorrect.
She had just finished slipping on her heels when she heard a pained groan come from the kitchen. She debated with herself for a few moments about whether to investigate the source of the noise, or to ignore it and leave. As she walked towards the kitchen, she wondered where the level of compassion that had surfaced within her had come from, especially when it concerned Castle.
She found him with his head in his arms on the table, and she couldn't help but laugh. Roughly, she mussed up his hair before grabbing the toast from the plate he had pushed away from him.
"I'm leaving now. You need me to call someone?" When she received a moan in response, she dug in her purse, pulled out some Advil, and placed it in front of him. "Right, so, since I obviously won, I'll just be taking this and be on my way," she said as she made her way to his wallet on the counter and removed $50.
She heard a scoff as she started to leave again, and then in a quiet voice came,"If all it cost was $50 and a headache to get you in my bed, clearly I am the real winner."
She crumpled the money and lobbed it at his head.
"You could have just asked me to dinner!"