"This is the first day of my life
I swear I was born right in the doorway
I went out in the rain suddenly everything changed." ~Bright Eyes
When she wakes up she feels his glance sliding across the expanse of the love tangled sheets, and softly knocking on her closed eyelids. She opens her eyes slowly and meets his gaze with a smile bright one, her happiness reaching her eyes and making the laugh lines by her eyes that he loves so much spring to life.
They lay there like that for a breathless moment, the rain now beating a soft love-song on the window-pane. He watches the slivers of twilight slant across her skin as she moves over to him and brings a delicate hand up to cup his face.
"Hi." She says in a low and sleepy-heavy tone painted with hints of unbearable happiness.
"Hi". He parrots back, reaching up a large hand to place on top of hers as he turns to kiss her palm.
"Mmm." She sighs and nudges herself closer to him, tucking her head into his shoulder.
He trails a hand down her back, still incredulous that he is allowed to touch her, feel her, love her...still unbelieving of everything that has just transpired. He splays his hand against her spine starts to brush slow and lazy circles on her back.
She raises his eyes to his again and he delights in the adoring way they drink him in.
"When I was a girl, my mother taught me a phrase in every language." She's quiet, serious. He leans into her words. She looks down at the hand she's placed upon his heart and then dives into the oceans of his eyes again. "I want to share them with you."
She brushes a thumb over his chin and kisses him gently.
"Te amo." She whispers to his lips.
Spanish.
She brushes feather-light kisses up his jaw line until she reaches one of his ears and cups it like a seashell.
"Je t'aime." She breathes it into his ear like a gentle breeze.
French.
She drops her nose to his left pectoral and places a ghost-light kiss over his heart.
"Volim Te."
Croatian.
Castle feels his heart squeezing and tightening, then expanding in his chest make room for the enormity of her love. He is so in awe of this woman and he still can't believe she is his.
She grabs his free hand and places a sweet kiss into his palms and then pecks the tips of each of his fingers.
"S'agapo."
Greek.
It is for all the almost-times, the times that she has felt it and tamped it back down into her pandora's box of untouchable things. Even last night she hadn't been able to verbalize it. But now, in the pre-dawn glow, she feels the need to tell him in every language her mother had taught it to her in.
She drifts back up to his shoulder and presses her warm, love swollen lips into its smooth curve.
"Ich liebe dich."
German.
She brands his neck with a lightening quick kiss that sends a chill dancing down his spine like droplets of icy rain.
"Ti amo."
Italian.
She comes back up and raises a glance to him the stops him in his tracks and elegantly steals his breath. She catches the corner of his mouth in a searing kiss and draws back to pin him with her dizzying gaze again. He feels so full up with the gravity of the moment that he might burst.
"I love you."
English.
She winds her fingers through his and presses her hand over her scar yet again and brings her lips to brush the tip of his nose.
"Always." She exhales and the next question he asks just so he can hear the answer.
"What language does that mean I love you in?"
She presses her forehead to his.
"Ours."