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severity_softly (Rossi/Prentiss)
Jan. 14th, 2010 09:14 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
innerslytherinTitle: Love Letters
Pairing: Rossi/Prentiss
WC: 200
Rating: G
Warning: Extreme sap
The sound of laughter led Dave Rossi up a flight of stairs that his knees really didn't like these days. His wife of twelve years was in the attic, kneeling in front of a box and grinning.
"What are you looking at?"
Emily turned her smile on him and he saw that there were tears on her cheeks too. "Old letters. Mostly from you to me." She lifted her face for a kiss. "You're such a sap."
"You like it." He stroked his fingers through her hair. "Mm, you're so beautiful."
She laughed. "Someday Cara's going to inherit an entire bundle of letters in your handwriting that describe in great detail just how beautiful I am, how much you love me and how precious our relationship is to you."
Dave sighed in mock exasperation and curled his fingers around hers. His arthritis had been making it harder to write the love notes he still slipped under his wife's pillow once a week, but he refused to give it up.
"She's got her own letters." He often slipped notes into their daughter's sack lunches. Her friends were all jealous.
Emily smiled and kissed his knuckles. "Your handwriting means love to us."
Pairing: Rossi/Prentiss
WC: 200
Rating: G
Warning: Extreme sap
The sound of laughter led Dave Rossi up a flight of stairs that his knees really didn't like these days. His wife of twelve years was in the attic, kneeling in front of a box and grinning.
"What are you looking at?"
Emily turned her smile on him and he saw that there were tears on her cheeks too. "Old letters. Mostly from you to me." She lifted her face for a kiss. "You're such a sap."
"You like it." He stroked his fingers through her hair. "Mm, you're so beautiful."
She laughed. "Someday Cara's going to inherit an entire bundle of letters in your handwriting that describe in great detail just how beautiful I am, how much you love me and how precious our relationship is to you."
Dave sighed in mock exasperation and curled his fingers around hers. His arthritis had been making it harder to write the love notes he still slipped under his wife's pillow once a week, but he refused to give it up.
"She's got her own letters." He often slipped notes into their daughter's sack lunches. Her friends were all jealous.
Emily smiled and kissed his knuckles. "Your handwriting means love to us."
