A/N: Hopefully this is okay. It was a lot harder than I expected.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Hopefully the idea hasn't been done before. If it has, I'm sorry and I didn't mean to.
A
As the sun streamed through the window, Rigsby marveled at the beauty of his wife, lying on her side, her fiery red hair spilling down her back and across the pillow. The early morning light gave it a beautiful orange glow.
He inhaled deeply; the scent was part lilac and part uniquely her. His arm already resting on her stomach protectively, he kissed her bare shoulder blade. She rolled over, and he kissed her lightly on the lips.
"I love you," she murmured against his mouth, sending a tingle through his veins.
"I love you too," he kissed her again.