Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of this work of fiction, and no profit, monetary or otherwise, is being made through the writing of this.
A/N: Written for xPerfectlyImperfect for the Gift-Giving Extravaganza 2014. Request was for: Grimm - Monroe/Rosalee or Nick/Monroe friendship. I like angst, fluff, freeverse, drabbles, oneshots, anything really :)
1. "Dance With Me" - Sweet Talk Radio
"Love can be like a rose
A few thorns as it grows
But divine when it blooms
Petals of sweet perfume"
It's been a long, grueling day. Things had not gone the way that anyone had wanted them to. As a matter of fact, they'd pretty much sucked.
Monroe sighs, catches Rosalee staring at him, a lopsided smile on her face, and his heart soars.
He returns her smile, holds his hand out to her, palm up, and she takes it.
Monroe pulls her close, twirls her around once, then twice, and a third time. Her dark hair swirls around her head, fans her face, and she blows at a lock of it that's stuck in her mouth, rolling her eyes in exasperation when it remains firmly in place.
Monroe tugs it loose, frees it from her mouth with a finger, and she laughs – it's a rich, melodic sound, and Monroe thinks for sure that his heart's going to burst with happiness, and he wouldn't mind if it did.
As shitty as his day's been, it doesn't stand a chance of remaining that way. Not with Rosalee looking at him like that, her lips quirked upward in a smile, long lashes fluttering against rosy, red cheeks.
He dips his head, and they kiss. Time stands still, at least for a heartbeat, maybe two.
They dance around the room to nothing but the sound of the music that their own hearts supply. It's an off-beat rhythm. Not something that anyone else would be able to follow. And that's okay, because it's their music, and it's not meant for anyone else but them.
Let me know if you like.