It’s become cold quickly in New York this winter, and she’s caught off-guard for once. Even with her dark blue jacket on, the winter wind cuts through past her pale and flimsy shirt, sending a shiver of cold running through her body. She’s going to have rug up more from now on.
He notices, of course. He always notices.
He wraps one big paw of a hand around her shoulder, tucking her into the crook of his arm as they walk back towards the precinct. She snuggles into the warmth of his shoulder and chest, wrapping one hand around his back. She doesn’t care if anyone sees, if looks at them like they’re teenagers.
She’s allowed to snuggle her husband in public, and that’s that.
"Do you want my jacket too, Kate?"
Of course he’d offer it, the idiot. And then spend the next week lying in bed with a furious cold, piteously calling her during the day to bring him home some chicken soup and matzoh balls from the deli around the corner.
She shakes her head.
"No, I’m OK. Gonna need to start wearing more layers from tomorrow though."
"At least we’re not locked in a freezer."
A snort of laughter escapes her before she can hold it back in, though she also pokes him under the ribs with a finger, gently.
"Castle, not funny! We almost died."
"We almost died a lot. At least that time we were together."
She’s suppressed that memory for a long time, the feel of him around her, growing slowly colder. The frost forming on her skin. Her words and thoughts slowly fading away from her before she could finish what she’d wanted to say.
She stops him in the middle of the street, turning around till she’s facing him, and them leans up and presses her lips against his, tugging at his bottom lip till he allows her tongue entrance as she hooks her hands around his neck. He tastes of dark chocolate and red wine, of the crisp of winter and flush of spring and beauty of summer and hearth of autumn. Of home.
When they stagger apart, breathless, he leans his forehead against hers.
"What brought that on?"
"I just wanted you to know how much I love you." She brushes his cheek and jaw with one hand, knowing he’ll understand.
He looks down at her, blue eyes radiant with love and understanding, her twin suns.