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embarkation2012-07-05 12:33 am
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[ She almost jumps right out of bed to stomp off before she remembers she's naked and she's not sure where her clothes are. She finally grabs and t-shirt and throws it over her mussed head, but the scent of cologne and that ever present musky Esposito smell is still clinging to the cotton and it drapes on her like a tent. Wearing his shirt is really not helping matters. ]
You cannot tell anyone about this, Javi. No one. Not Castle, not Ryan, and definitely not Lanie. [ Kate knew they still had that off-again-on-again thing going and she was not going to let this come in the way of her friendship. Or her job. Or her reputation. ] If Gates finds out, we're toast.
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Javier isn't sure where he's supposed to look when she gets out of the bed. Jesus. She's naked and moving around in front of him. He immediately looks to the ceiling because it just seems strange to look at her naked right now while he's actually sober. There's rustling though and he can see out of his peripheral that she's now wearing a shirt. When he looks down it's his shirt and he sucks in a breath. She's gonna kill him. ] Why the hell do you think I'm gonna tell people? Do you think I want Lanie to kill me? She could do it too. Girl knows how to kill people and make it look like an accident.
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In case you haven't noticed, I'm not afraid of anyone. [ She tosses aside a few pillows, and her bra somehow ends up in Javi's lap, but she's still more interested in the pants. ] Where the hell are my pants?