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Castle ficlet: Coffee Break, PG
disclaimer: not mine
characters/pairing: Kate Beckett/Tom Demming
rating: PG (13?), adult situations, flirting, sparring
length: like, um, maybe 500 words?
spoilers: er... I suppose one might consider it spoilery for Demming's existence?
notes: This is fluff. (I think that should be a warning, really)
Coffee Break
by ALC Punk!
They don't go out for coffee. Kate notices it during the second week, when she finds Demming leaning against the wall, joking with Ryan and Esposito. He shifts when he sees her, and she wonders if it's her or the coffee.
She's not brave enough to ask, even as she gets too close before getting her own mug.
"Great coffee," he says.
"Yeah." And it's stupid and ridiculous, but she can't help the grin on her face--at least until Ryan raises his eyebrows meaningfully at Esposito and suddenly they're drifting away.
"This isn't awkward, is it?"
"What? No." She waves a hand and almost spills coffee on them both. Her lips twitch. "Ok. Maybe."
That grin of his gets deeper before it softens into a smile. He's not so smug like this. "So. We still on for tomorrow night?"
"Yes."
-
They don't go out for coffee, and Kate likes it that way--as a cop, she drinks a lot of coffee. Some of it good, most of it bad (at least until the espresso machine was installed)--there's something nice about seeing him every day at work instead of in some ridiculous cafe where the drinks are over-priced and someone's pager or phone goes off. So she doesn't mind spending time at the machine, chatting with Demming.
If she looks, she's pretty sure she'll catch someone giving them a look of some sort. But she's decided she doesn't care.
"Should come visit your coffee machine next time," she jokes as he refills his cup before leaving.
"Yeah? We've got the standard sludge down there..."
"I think I can manage it, if the company's good."
And there's that grin again; this time, she echoes it.
-
The problem with not going for coffee means they meet other places. Demming likes to dance around the mat a little too much and Kate uses her advantage. Fists and bodies connect and twist, and she has him pinned in an instant. A break, then another pin, and then back on their feet for the next round.
It's not a dance, but the contact is real, the sweat and the pressure in her muscles is real.
Afterwards, she stands under the shower and thinks of things that have nothing to do with unarmed combat. Her skin is still flushed when they run into each other outside the lockers.
Kate doesn't remember who suggests dinner, though she's clear on who invited whom back to her place (he teases her about her coffee addiction when she tries that as a line they both know is specious). Demming tastes like sunshine and laughter and she decides she is far too drunk for that line of thought before her brain shuts down completely.
-
They don't go out for coffee, except when they do.
Kate drags herself from the bed, reluctantly leaving Demming behind. The clock says they'll be early, but the exhaustion still pulling at her muscles makes her sit back down on the edge.
"Hey." He shifts, one hand touching her back. "You ok?"
"Yeah." Turning her head, she grins a little at the dazed look in his eyes, "C'mon, Demming. There's time for coffee if you get up."
His face lights up with that smile of his and he shifts to kiss her hip. "Guess I did promise it."
Kate tugs at his hair. "Work, Demming."
"Work," he agrees, muffled.
Pulling free of him, she heads for the shower. If she's fast enough, she'll have it to herself.
-f-
characters/pairing: Kate Beckett/Tom Demming
rating: PG (13?), adult situations, flirting, sparring
length: like, um, maybe 500 words?
spoilers: er... I suppose one might consider it spoilery for Demming's existence?
notes: This is fluff. (I think that should be a warning, really)
Coffee Break
by ALC Punk!
They don't go out for coffee. Kate notices it during the second week, when she finds Demming leaning against the wall, joking with Ryan and Esposito. He shifts when he sees her, and she wonders if it's her or the coffee.
She's not brave enough to ask, even as she gets too close before getting her own mug.
"Great coffee," he says.
"Yeah." And it's stupid and ridiculous, but she can't help the grin on her face--at least until Ryan raises his eyebrows meaningfully at Esposito and suddenly they're drifting away.
"This isn't awkward, is it?"
"What? No." She waves a hand and almost spills coffee on them both. Her lips twitch. "Ok. Maybe."
That grin of his gets deeper before it softens into a smile. He's not so smug like this. "So. We still on for tomorrow night?"
"Yes."
-
They don't go out for coffee, and Kate likes it that way--as a cop, she drinks a lot of coffee. Some of it good, most of it bad (at least until the espresso machine was installed)--there's something nice about seeing him every day at work instead of in some ridiculous cafe where the drinks are over-priced and someone's pager or phone goes off. So she doesn't mind spending time at the machine, chatting with Demming.
If she looks, she's pretty sure she'll catch someone giving them a look of some sort. But she's decided she doesn't care.
"Should come visit your coffee machine next time," she jokes as he refills his cup before leaving.
"Yeah? We've got the standard sludge down there..."
"I think I can manage it, if the company's good."
And there's that grin again; this time, she echoes it.
-
The problem with not going for coffee means they meet other places. Demming likes to dance around the mat a little too much and Kate uses her advantage. Fists and bodies connect and twist, and she has him pinned in an instant. A break, then another pin, and then back on their feet for the next round.
It's not a dance, but the contact is real, the sweat and the pressure in her muscles is real.
Afterwards, she stands under the shower and thinks of things that have nothing to do with unarmed combat. Her skin is still flushed when they run into each other outside the lockers.
Kate doesn't remember who suggests dinner, though she's clear on who invited whom back to her place (he teases her about her coffee addiction when she tries that as a line they both know is specious). Demming tastes like sunshine and laughter and she decides she is far too drunk for that line of thought before her brain shuts down completely.
-
They don't go out for coffee, except when they do.
Kate drags herself from the bed, reluctantly leaving Demming behind. The clock says they'll be early, but the exhaustion still pulling at her muscles makes her sit back down on the edge.
"Hey." He shifts, one hand touching her back. "You ok?"
"Yeah." Turning her head, she grins a little at the dazed look in his eyes, "C'mon, Demming. There's time for coffee if you get up."
His face lights up with that smile of his and he shifts to kiss her hip. "Guess I did promise it."
Kate tugs at his hair. "Work, Demming."
"Work," he agrees, muffled.
Pulling free of him, she heads for the shower. If she's fast enough, she'll have it to herself.
-f-