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HOLIDAY LOVE BARS
All Caskett, no spoilers, nothing explicit.
Nearly every time he showed up at her door was unexpected, but tonight was particularly unexpected. On none of the previous occasions when he came by unannounced did he bring along a tree – an actual, formerly living pine tree.
“Castle, what are doing?”
“It’s Christmas, you need a Christmas tree.”
“I have a tree.”
“What, that little thing?” He gestured to the ceramic, light up tree on the side table. “That is not a Christmas tree.”
“I still don’t see why I need a tree, no one’s going to see it.”
“You will. Besides, I can’t fit your present under the one you have.”
She rolled her eyes, but stepped aside to let him in. Still skeptical, she watched with an amused smirk as he walked around the apartment with it, trying to find the best place to put it.
“So Castle… what exactly are we decorating this tree with? As you may have noticed, my current tree requires no ornaments, so I don’t exactly keep a box of them around.”
He groaned. “I knew I forgot something! Oh well, we can fix that. Get your coat.”
She hesitated for a minute before speaking. “You’re buying.”
“Anything for you, Kate.”
She had been eyeing it all night: that little green sprig of troublesome mistletoe. She carefully avoided it, being sure not to venture anywhere near it. Knowing their friends, she suspected there might be a conspiracy to try and trick her and Castle into standing beneath it. Truth be told, she was a little afraid of what might happen and what she might feel if he kissed her. A public spectacle wasn’t what she had in mind for their first kiss… though she supposed she shouldn’t be thinking about a first kiss at all.
It was getting late and the party was winding down when Castle approached her with an unreadable expression. “Come here, I want to show you something.”
Wordlessly she followed him down the hall to his study until they were standing in the centre of the room.
“What did you want to show me?”
He looked upwards and she followed his gaze, her sights setting on the mistletoe carefully hung with a red ribbon.
“Oh.” Good one Kate, she scolded herself, great detective work there.
And then his lips pressed against hers and she began to reconsider her earlier sentiment; maybe mistletoe wasn’t so bad after all.
“That is one of the most ridiculous things I’ve ever heard.”
“What’s wrong with it?”
“The mall elves conspired to kill the mall Santa? Come on Castle, that’s your worst theory yet and considering that your previous ones have involved aliens and government conspiracies, I’d say you’ve hit a new low.”
“Au contraire, detective. I’ve hit a new creative high.”
“And what about the fact that so far all the elves have alibied out?”
“Okay that part I haven’t figured out yet, but hear me out.”
She scoffed. “Why, what’s next? Is Frosty going to walk in here with Rudolph’s blood on his hands?”
“Of course not… Frosty would melt in here.”
It was moments like these that she questioned how they ever got any work done. “Please tell me I’m still asleep and we’re not seriously having this conversation right now.”
“Actually, I seem to recall you being the one to wake me up… and in a delightfully inappropriate way, might I add.”
“If you want anything delightfully inappropriate from me tonight, I suggest you shut it.”
“Fine,” he said, sulking, “but I still think the elves killed Santa.”
She sighed. It was going to be a long day.