Let Lips Do What Hands Do
The Earth’s temperature rises in “Secret’s Safe with Me;” blood boils, pressures spike; hearts heave, and melt, all because of the handshake that shook the world or at least all of Castledom.
Yes, Kate and Rick have made love many times before, with their hands only, when fingers intertwine, hands clasp, fingers stroke and soothe, but this love scene was smoldering, sexy and pulse-pounding.
And we are still in awe of the power and sensuality of two hands touching as in an innocent handshake. The Earth still hasn’t righted itself and two lovers need more “handshaking.”
Their last love scene in “Always” has the two lovers intertwine their fingers, holding and caressing, searching for each other’s comfort and need, sending shivers to each other after their passion- unleashing provocative kisses, on trembling lips and pulsing throat, the face and cheeks and Kate’s healed-heart wound.
Their emotions set free at last, cause Kate to sway, save for Rick’s support, kissing and caressing her, their four years of love-making denied, stored up, now released in mere seconds.
In “Cops and Robbers,” Kate’s reassuring grasp of Rick’s hand heartens him; he knows Kate will do anything to save him; her hand on his, pledges her love and a promise: “I will get you out of here.” I love you.
Other times their hands seek each other for compassion and sympathy as in “3XK.” Rick blames himself and feels discouraged because the killer escaped from him. Kate understands his regret, for she has been there; she brings coffee to him and rests her hand on Rick’s leg in sympathy. Rick then takes her hand for moral support. Two lovers sit there in peace and mutual comfort.
At his mother’s soiree, in “Once upon a Crime,” Kate covers his hand in humorous sympathy, knowing that Rick is embarrassed inside with his mother’s derogative remarks about him, suggesting that he is not exactly the perfect son.
Rick and Kate sit together at the murder board in “Always,” Kate lip-biting, concerned about the case hitting too close to home, to her mother’s murderer.
Still hoping for a random event and not a connected incident, Rick and Kate hold hands. So much is conveyed through touch, the intimate hand hold and the soul-searching gaze. Rick’s meaning and words are clear: I have you; I will hold you forever: “You’re not alone. I am here.”
Lost in the excitement of sharing the beautiful dog Royal, in” Embarrassment of Bitches,” Rick dashes, to Kate’s apartment, albeit late, fresh with so many ideas of just what their shared custody-dog likes.
Apparently he just loves to be stroked in a series of circles and messaging moves. Happy, Rick takes Kate’s hand and sensuously demonstrates the circling and touching Royal likes.
The tenderness of the moments strikes and flusters Kate; Rick is overwhelmed with his desire and the feel of her, her pulse, their hunger unspoken.
Entranced with Rick’s intense look, Kate gazes up at him, some fear and some question expressed in her face. But Rick scares himself with the intensity, and all he has left is a self-deprecating quick exit from Kate’s loft.
One of the most emotionally shattering moments for two confused lovers occurs in “When the Bough Breaks,” when Rick and Kate must seemingly part forever, for Rick goes his way with a new book deal and Kate stays behind, both would be lovers too inarticulate to convey their dearest wishes: to remain together.
Their eyes drink in each other, both transfixed with longing, saying so much and so little. Kate thanks Rick for his help on the case, and Rick extends his hand in friendship for want or fear of something else to do. She takes his hand for “Good-bye,” and the unfulfilled tension and desire between them is painful to watch.
The scene in “Secret’s Safe with Me” is different from the other scenes of hands touching hands. It is not only the sensuous touch, the stroking and shivers, and palpable tension, but the words whispered; their voices so sweet and tender seal their need and hunger and leave Rick and Kate surfeit with desire and love, and we voyeurs, intruders to this profound love; oh, how we hope for their love’s fulfillment.
Rick might say like Shakespeare’s Romeo of old, but with a happier ending:
“I’ll watch her place of stand,
And, touching hers, make blessed my rude hand.
Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight!
For I ne’er saw true beauty till this night”
Knowing they will not spend the night together, so old in love, so new, they linger, hold back, reluctantly bid each other goodnight in the station, too afraid to let their love show, so long a time to wait to be together again, perhaps a night…until tomorrow.
The world stands still for them. Searching her lovely face, Rick’s heart aches; sincerely, passionately he softly whispers:
”I so wish I could kiss you right now.”
Shyly Kate replies: “Yeah, I know.”
The tension builds, the desire, and Rick reaches out his now steady hand in a handshake, a simple way to touch her, and to show his desire; he speaks to reassure a puzzled Kate:
”This is me softly touching your face; pulling you in for a long, slow kiss.” Rick breathlessly speaks to his love.
And Romeo professes his love:
“If I profane with my un-worthiest hand
This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this:
My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand
To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss”
“And this is me kissing you back; running my hands through your hair.” Kate strokes his hand tenderly, passionately, sliding slowly, sensually, suggestive and sweaty.
Juliet returns Romeo’s passion:
“Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much,
Which mannerly devotion shows in this;
For saints have hands that pilgrims’ hands do touch,
And palm to palm is holy palmers; kiss.”
Romeo: “Have not Saints lips, and holy palmers, too?”
Juliet: “Ay, pilgrim, lips that they use in prayer.”
Romeo: “O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do;
They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.”
When Rick removes his hand, hesitant to leave her, slightly flustered, befuddled he breathes: “Best hand-shake ever.” Reluctantly Rick leaves. Kate stands there, bemused, wanting more.
Until tomorrow night, a lover’s long wait, when next at last Rick and Kate meet in love’s embrace:
Juliet: “Saints do not move, though grant for prayers’ sake.”
Romeo: “Then move not, while my prayer’s effect I take.
Thus from my lips, by yours, my sin is purged.”
Juliet: “Then have my lips the sin that they have took.”
Romeo: “Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged!
Give me my sin again.”
Later, Rick shakes Kate’s hand again and promises her he will be there tonight. He softly whispers: “I can’t wait.”
Love Hurts: the Hamptons in Retrospect:
Kate can’t wait. Soon Rick returns from taking Alexis to Princeton for her junior summer seminar, and the guys will have their going away party for Rick. He has shadowed her for two years; but Rick is more than an on- looker.
She wants to go to the Hamptons with him now, for the week-end; she waits for Rick in breathless anticipation. She breaks off with Tom Demming, a decent guy, but not the man she wants, the man she needs; she now knows. She eagerly waits for Rick’s return.
Yes, she will accept his invitation to go to the Hamptons on New York’s Long Island, jutting out into the North Atlantic, with its chic beaches, the playground of the rich and famous, and he wants her… with him.
Kate remembers his earlier playful invitation; so much sub-text with them. “You’ll love sleeping late.” We have, “bon fires, roasting marshmallows, and ghost telling stories… right on the ocean. There’s a secluded pool; you could lie out and work on your tan.”
“Wow, Castle you’re working really hard to see me in a swimsuit.”
“If you are not comfortable in a swim-suit you can just skinny dip.”
But stars cross for two would be lovers, so out of place, time and space. Rick overhears her words with Tom, spoken earlier, her acceptance of Tom’s invitation to go elsewhere, and Rick, hurt, embarrassed, so foolish, cannot stay with her to watch her with another man.
Clumsily she claims: “I should have told you; I didn’t want things to be awkward between us, now that Tom and I are together.” Could they be more awkward?
Rick retreats; humiliated, he leaves her; his chair empty; he, gone from her forever; she bereft, finally aware of all he means to her; he brings only one coffee when he returns to clear up the case…and not for her. Rick will leave for the weekend, for the summer, perhaps forever.
Kate tells him: “We got so caught up in the game that we forgot what really mattered;” so much subtext. How can he stay; if only she would realize how much he wants to be near her?
About the pain of love, Nazareth, a Scottish group from the 70s sings: “Love hurts, love scars, love wounds, and mars; any heart, not tough or strong, enough; To take a lot of pain, take a lot of pain; love is like a cloud, holds a lot of rain; love hurts, ooh, love hurts.”
Kate smiles now, aware; ready to tell Rick she wants the weekend with him in the Hamptons; Kate sure but shy begins: “This past year working with you, I’ve had a really good time.”
Rick kindly answers: “Yeah, me, too.”
Just as Kate is about to reveal her heart’s desire, Rick’s ex wife Gina possessively appears, traps Rick’s right arm in hers and informs Kate that they are returning to the Hamptons together, for the “summer actually.”
Rick pulls his arm away from Gina’s snare to shake Kate’s hand good-bye, so awkward, and so sad this handshake, before Kate’s coworkers and friends looking on, hearts breaking for her. How Kate holds on through the despair, the disappointment is wrenching, breath-taking, so intrusive we, to her heart ache.
She stands alone, stripped of all protection, exposed, nowhere to hide her hurt, tears at bay, just, alone with her loss of love and trust; perhaps she’ll love again, find someone for her, another day; but oh, the risk, the danger to the soul. Loving Rick is enough danger for a lifetime.
But she cannot stop herself. Shakily Kate calls after him as he walks away from her, arms locked with Gina, Rick gone from her, perhaps forever:
“See you in the fall?” she begs the issue
“See you in the fall.”
”I really learned a lot, really learned a lot, love is like a flame, it burns you when it’s hot, love hurts, ooh, love hurts.” (Nazareth)
Months pass, in love with Kate now, mid season three, Rick comes to Kate’s home to console her, and she shows him the murder board she has created in her own home…with the details of her mother’s death displayed before them. Josh knows nothing about this which pleases Rick.
Knowing Kate lives with this reality all the time, Rick asks her when she completed the murder board, and Kate replies; “the summer you were in the Hamptons with Gina.”
Rick looks at her with remorse; he lost Kate then, his look confesses, maybe forever, leaving her so alone, but he can never leave her alone, again:
“Some fools think of happiness blissfulness, togetherness; some fools fool themselves I guess; they’re not fooling me. I know it isn’t true. I know it isn’t true. Love is just a lie, made to make you blue. Love hurts, ooh love hurts; ooh love hurts.” (Nazareth)
Love Heals: at last Rick and Kate
The Hamptons are a place of shelter from the storm, in a scene of love and caring, from “Countdown” mid season three. Rick, fearful, sends his mother and his daughter to his home in the Hamptons, away from deadly bombs, out of danger, knowing he may never see them again, while he stays behind in harm’s way to help protect his city and Kate, the woman he loves. The implications are not lost on his mother or his daughter. They look at each other and know the truth; through their fear, love binds them together.
At last Rick and Kate journey to the Hamptons, to his magnificent mansion on the beach, the water’s edge, to be alone at last. And what an episode at the Hamptons this is: “Murder: He Wrote.”
Some have said that solving crimes together and finishing each other sentences is a kind of foreplay for them. They are right. They cannot resist a crime, and working together. Apparently nothing is particularly easy for them.
Nevertheless, so many scenes speak to the joy of playfulness and discovery for all involved. Alexis is totally on board with the romance; she could not resist something so compelling as her father’s love affair, for after all…she is a woman, and she reminds dear Dad that she is “in college now, plus I read a lot of magazines…and women don’t like it when men don’t have a plan, ” (for the romantic interlude). This is hysterically sophomoric for a mere freshman.
Martha considers Kate “classy” and realizes she might enjoy a romantic assignation under the stars. After all “you know what else you can do under the stars?” Yes, the women in his life are on board, funny, to Rick’s apparent embarrassment…for he seems discomfited as he scoots out the door singing “la la la la” with his ears stopped up, screening out their plentiful suggestions.
Larry, Moe and Curley are “on board,” too, and unchartered depths of fun and knuckle-headedness in the kingdom, pop up with their routines. All three of them, including Rick, gang up on their little “sister,” who now needs protection. Hmm
Ryan can’t wait to bust Kate with his sing-songy rendition of “She’s going… away… with her… boy…friend.” Kate’s not telling; Esposito is sure “they deserve better.” Now they are torn: Rick wants to know: “Who is the lucky guy?” And Ryan needs to know if “he is handsome.” So does Rick.
Leave it to Esposito to conclude the guy may be “more of a badass.” And Ryan thinks:”maybe something is wrong with the guy.” For Espo:” it’s our obligation to find out who the guy is,” and Ryan: “Her safety could be at stake.”
Some detectives! Not even clued into Rick’s lack of worry, lack of jealousy or usual stares of disbelief directed at his lady love. The guys have been there before with Rick and Kate. Now they’ll each get Rick’s Ferrari for a week, if they help him solve the murder he didn’t write.
But Rick did get his idea for a book: “Hamptons Heat.” As for Kate, well, Kate got what “she desired most.” Or is that Nikki Heat, for Kate knows exactly how to end the story Rick will write about her and her alter ego and their Hamptons adventure.
Jameson Rook, Rick Castle’s alter ego reclines on his massive bed in his candle-light-caressed bed room. Hot, heat, golden light reflects from the candles and from Nikki, and Nikki ignites the flames in the fireplace and in Rook.
Golden and sexy, Nikki slinks over the large bed to her man Rook; she has been waiting so long for his kisses and love making; she moves in to straddle him;
As Kate does, she whispers seductively, dictating the ending of “Hampton Heat”:
“The weekend turned out exactly as Detective Heat had imagined. But now nothing, not even another murder on the beach could stop her from getting exactly what she desired most.” They sweetly kiss, a kiss promising so much more; the flames without and within dance and Jameson embraces his Nikki for more love making, so much more.
In the heavens the stars shine brilliantly with no sign of any stars misaligned or crossed, only a shooting star of love.
The going is a little soul-searching at first for Kate, so moved by the beauty and the magnitude of Rick’s Hamptons’ mansion, a part of Rick’s life she never knew.
She cannot help but think of the other women he may have brought here, and that leaves her with a feeling of loss, sadness and perhaps loneliness. Honestly, Rick tells her the truth:”None of them were you.”
Meanwhile, Ryan and Esposito continue to attempt to identify Kate’s new boyfriend, even enlisting Rick’s help and imagining Josh, Tom or Will getting back together with Kate. Rick even gets a Demming update, sparking a conversation between him and Kate; just how do they link Rick and Kate’s names together as in a power couple?
Rick tries on “Rick ate” or “Kate it,” sly homage to Stana, and comes up with the perfect name…Caskett. We shippers got it just right, a name perfectly sanctioned by the couple.
Rick comes out with a few more of his gems such as, “Bagging their mangled bodies when Beckett finds out,” and, of course, his “I know just what to do,” which always lands him in trouble, this time handcuffed, both he and Kate and detained in the local jail.
Of course, the chief, kind of jaws-like Brady, pegs Kate for a hooker. The body in the water turns out to be a meth peddling, and producing real estate investor, fallen inside trader.
One of the best scenes involves Ryan and his determined interrogation of Lerner, a man Rick and Kate had questioned back home in Amityville, Hamptons. Gradually Ryan learns who Castle dares to bring into an interrogation, namely a beautiful, tall, brown-haired, brown-eyed beauty named…Kate.
Oh, my, the expression on Ryan’s face, as he identifies Kate’s lover…Castle. Wow!
In another priceless scene a bit later, Ryan speaks to Rick on his cell, and tells Rick about Lerner…Gulp. “I’m pretty sure he told me everything he knows.”
“What do you know? Did he say anything else?” And then Ryan wishes Castle good luck in his “writing.”
This week is a happy anniversary for me, my birthday, celebrating sixty eight years; joyful to be here. It wasn’t always in the cards. Last year at this time I blithely celebrated my day, Friday the 13th, always lucky for me. On Monday I began prepping for a medical test; things did not go as planned.
I was admitted to emergency, and on October 18, I had major surgery to remove a cancerous tumor, a slow-growing, rare sarcoma, manifesting in the colon first, metastasized to the liver… stage four cancer.
At my pre-operation appointment for reconstructive surgery this past week, my primary doctor told me as did three other specialists that I was their miracle; the healthiest looking cancer fighter. Last October the prognosis was “poor.” This week he told me, “Peggy, I did not expect to see you in six months time.”
I celebrate many things this weekend, my birthday, another year, and an anniversary of so much.
As I prepare for my surgery, I know I want to write about “Murder: He Wrote,” although I doubt I will be able to stay up late with surgery looming for the next day. No greeting the birds or the morning sun for me. But please allow my submission, a bit different I imagine; maybe not.
I wrote about my journey in my article “It’s Only Words,” and received such an outpouring of support from genuine people, “Castle” lovers from all over the world.
My story is not singular; in our fandom so many people have stories of adversity, but the one constant is our mutual love of a little television show, set in New York City, shot in LA, California, starring two fantastic Canadians, beautifully written, and supported on this fine site by our Australian owner and administrator. And it is so much more.
I began writing about “Castle” in 2009, about a hero who became more than he ever knew he could be; the most hopeful of all heroes; and surely we all need hope in our lives. “Castle” inspired me and gave me hope always.
Rick’s words, his optimism, his strength born from his weaknesses shine through every week in all of his relationships, his love for Kate and his joy in life, an unlikely hero, this super hero aficionado.
Rick rarely admits defeat; rejection spurs him to be better. Rick has hope in “tomorrow” and “always,” words he taught himself, Kate, his family and you and me. It is not goodbye or goodnight, so final, but “Until tomorrow, for tomorrow is more hopeful.” “I’ll make it work,” he tells Kate in “Undead Again.” Or “we just have to live with the questions and find a way,” he strengthens their resolve to love.
His many words and attitude speak encouragement to us all. With some joy and some sorrow, “Castle” stands out every week, an extraordinary show, meaningfully written, showcasing a wonderful ensemble cast and two lead actors, all proving they are more than pretty faces; they are class acts.
For Rick it is the story; for me, everything is symbolic, everything supports a theme; we just have to find it. Tomorrow is not promised to anyone. We must live each day to its fullest with faith, in hope and, of course, there is always love.
I’m an optimist, a romantic wanting love to survive, attracted to this life-affirming show, which depicts hope in action, love of family, friends… and Rick and Kate. What a love story!