This is just a prompt I saw, and I have had a few ideas bouncing around in my head, so hey, why not?
Publish them.

So here goes a collection of one shots- just between chapters of my other fic. They are really short, but if I did my job right, they will be very very sweet.

Also while the fic is rated T (to be safe, there is suggestion), that may change depending on the letter, but I will move it and label accordingly.

So there is Italian in this chapter, and I don't know anything in Italian except for excuse me, have a nice day, and bene (well), so I really hope I got the language right here.
If I didn't kindly help me? (without being mean).

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Amore

Kate was multilingual- this he knew.
He could tell, when she burst into the back room of the casino with her Russian accent that she had a gift with tongues (a fantasy that got him through many a lonely night). He would push and push and push her to the edge of frustration, tap dancing on her last nerve, and she would call him all sorts of things. "Asino," she would mutter under her breath. "Figlio di una cagna," she would curse, when something particularly tragic would happen with a case. That's how he measured her temper- in the language she was cursing in.

That's why when she's laying in his bed that morning, sheets and his legs entwined in hers, her head resting on his bare chest, she whispers it. "Amore." She completes the simple Italian phrase with a light kiss to his chest, and he's not sure how, but he knows what it meant.

Okay, maybe the understanding came from the Italian-to-English dictionary he bought the last time she called him an ass, but it was mostly the way she said it.

In that moment, with the light streaming in from the window and her hair splayed out on his white sheets and him, the mood was so easy. Soft. Tender. Her words sounded to match.

"Ti amo troppo" he replied, with an unsteady accent. As a writer he was rather attached to English, but it was important he got that one right.

That was the first thing he learned in Italian, and he learned it for this reason specifically. He couldn't help the pride bursting in his chest when she looked up at him in wide-eyed surprise. It was just about all he knew, too. He said nothing more, and after a moment a warm smile overtook the surprise and she just stared at him, touched.

She lifted her head, planting a kiss on his cheek but missing, landing on his lower jaw insead. All the same.

"Amore," she just repeated.

So Amore, if you haven't guessed, is Italian for love. Ti Amo troppo is supposed to mean I love you (I HOPE that's what it means).

So you go review, and I will go brush up on my Italian.
Oh, where are my manners? PLEASE review is what I meant to say.

Thanks to Lia_italy on twitter for the word ;D

Amore,
softer