I DO NOT OWN THE SISTERS GRIMM NOR DO I OWN "The One That Got Away" BY KATY PERRY.
"Puck? Did you do the dishes yet?" Sabrina asked her basketball addicted husband. Puck looked up at her and knew something was wrong but ignored it for the time being.
"There's five minutes to halftime babe. I'll get them then. Promise." Puck smiled at the blonde detective/crime-fighter. Sabrina blew out a small sigh.
"It's fine. I'll get them. Just watch your game." Puck turned at the tired note in her voice. "Are you sure? I can do them. Sabrina? Look at me." By this point he'd gotten up off the couch and stood behind her, his hands on her hips, playing with the hem of her blouse. He stood a good foot taller than her, and he bent down and began placing soft kisses all along her neck, noticing her nervous habit of toying with his class ring, which she kept on a delicate chain around her neck. He'd given it to her the first time he told her he loved her. A thick silver band with a clunky uncut turquoise stone, it was his ring from high school, and he'd given it to her the summer after she graduated high school. A year younger than him, and a tiny little thing, only five-foot-two, she still had her long locks, ruby blue eyes, and trademark attitude. She was the best thing that had ever happened to him. When she turned eighteen, he got them matching tattoos. A couple months later, with the help of the Vorpal Blade, the two of them wound up wasted in Vegas, and woke to find rings on their left hands and a wedding picture of them. Evidently Elvis didn't care that they were both obviously stone cold drunk. And that's how they ended up sharing a home together, nearly seven months later. Arguing about dishes.
"Why didn't you just do the fucking dishes?" Sabrina said, sounding near tears. "Was that so much to ask?" She pulled away from Puck and began filling the sink with hot water. "I've just had…a bad day. This case we're working on is going nowhere fast, and all leads are pretty much dead." She sighed again. "Michelson just wants us to finish it up by Friday, and I just can't figure it out. Puck do you know how difficult it is searching for a million dollar acorn in this town in the fall? IT'S VERY DIFFICULT!" Sabrina was shouting now, and Puck knew that he had to make her feel better. He knew that when she was in a mood like this, only one thing could shut her up. So he kissed her. And she responded. Passionately. He picked her up, she wrapped her legs around his waist, and he carried her to their bedroom, both of them taking of the others clothes as they went.
I don't usually like songfics, so I thought that I would write one that introduces the song in a much more subtle manner. If you haven't heard the song, listen to it because it is rather good.