AN: Just another crazy one-shot (and yeah, don't ask me where they come from ... as I said ... crazy!)
Kate sighs in satisfaction, her bladder had been at bursting point and she'd really needed to get through the loft door and to the toilet. She pulls at the end of the paper hanging from behind the chrome cover and suddenly stops in surprise.
With more care this time, she gently tugs at the tissue and takes in the text scrawled in purple marker pen that covers each sheet of paper:
Hi beautiful, love you
Sorry I can't be home for you
I miss your smile
I miss your lips
I wish I didn't have to do these trips
I miss being 'creepy' and staring at you
Why didn't I write travel books?
You don't have to promote those, do you?
I miss your laughter
I hate not hearing you say "Castle!"
All I want to do is swim in those green pools which are your eyes
… and she has to smile here, he'd had to use two sheets for that.
I looked up what kisses mean
A kiss on the Forehead: We're cute together
A kiss on the Cheek: We're friends … well we are
A kiss on the Hand: I adore you
A kiss on the Neck: I want you, now … oh boy, do I!
A kiss on the Shoulder: You're perfect
A kiss on the Lips: I LOVE YOU... I wish I were kissing you now
I'm in the habit of thinking of myself as yours
… here he's written down the sheets rather than across, so she has to turn the tissue carefully so as not to tear it.
There are loves that take us to the corner and back.
There are loves that take us to the ends of the universe and drop us off.
But then, there are those loves that simply sit with us on the front porch every night...and life is good.
Meeting you was fate
Becoming your friend was a choice
Falling in love with you was beyond my control
… by now there are tears running down her cheeks and her ass is getting cold from sitting on a toilet in the middle of winter. But her writer has surprised her once again and she can't help reading on.
Today I caught myself smiling for no reason...
Then I realized I was thinking about you
If I could be any part of you, I'd be your tears.
To be conceived in your heart …
Born in your eyes ….
Live on your cheeks …
And die on your lips.
… again he's taken to writing down the sheets rather than across, and by now, with most of the toilet roll in her lap she's terrified of tearing it.
If I could give you one thing in life, I would give you the ability to see yourself through my eyes, only then would you realize how special you are to me...
She's come to the end of the roll and has to wipe the tears away with the palms of her hands … and she's frustrated, frustrated because he's not here and she's in a predicament.
Luckily her phone's still in her pocket so she lifts it out, dials his number smiling down at the picture on her phone.
He answers on the third ring and she tingles when his husky voice inquires, "Hello Detective, missing me?"
"Richard Alexander Rodgers, when you get back, I am going to kill you!"
"Uh!?" is the startled reply.
"Yeah, now I've got to go waddle across this room with my pants round my ankles to get a fresh toilet roll out of the cupboard!"
… and she has to smile on hearing him laugh as she carefully rolls up his love letter written on the most inappropriate of supports.