She probably does yoga at the loft on the weekends while castle’s writing… Ahh the feels from their domesticity
And Castle so gets distracted watching her through the bookcases
He’s supposed to be writing.
He’s supposed to be, but how can he when he can see her doing… that.
He can see her through the bookcases, all her various positions, and it’s seriously messing with his concentration. Nikki and Rook are supposed to be fighting, but how can they be when she’s doing yoga and he’s getting all sorts of mental images.
Sighing, he closes his computer and stands, tries to be quiet even though he knows that she can see him out of the corner of her eye. Even though that smirk on her face tells him she knows he’s given up.
He makes his way out of the office and toward her, groaning softly when her next position shows off just how flexible she is.
"You’re not writing." She says calmly when he gets close enough.
"You’re doing yoga wrong." Castle replies, hoping to catch her attention.
It works, and she turns her head to look at him. “Excuse me?”
Castle smiles and nods enthusiastically. “Yep. You should be doing that position in bed. With me.”
Beckett starts laughing, has to stop what she’s doing so she can laugh properly without falling over. “Did you think that line would work?” She asked with a raised eyebrow when she’s mostly done laughing.
Castle nods again. “Are you telling me it didn’t?”
She shakes her head, even as she smiles. Because, damn him, she loves him, and he knows it, and it is working.
How about all the times she’s tried to get him to go for a run on crisp spring mornings when she’s not on call and wants to fill her lungs with fresh air. When she gets back he has her favorite banana pancakes waiting for her.