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A/n this is a short tag to "Tribunal." Please enjoy. There are spoilers within, you have been warned.
Blood and Tears
Rosalee quietly shut the door to the bathroom and tiptoed to the sofa where Monroe lay on his back. She surveyed his battered face and shuddered hard. If they'd been just a few minutes later, he'd be dead and she'd be lost.
His eyes opened and he peered up at her. He didn't smile when she leaned down over him. Instead, he reached up and pulled her into his arms. She let him tug her on top of him. She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply the scent of him. Her mate! The love of her life. He held her so tightly it hurt, but she didn't try to squirm out of his embrace. He was there and he was alive and warm, and he was her Monroe.
Eventually, his arms loosened around her and he sighed. "You smell so good. I thought I'd never see you again."
"I was so afraid," Rosalee squeaked as tears stung her eyes. "I kept thinking about all the things we'd never get to do together. I thought of all the things I wanted to say to you that I'd never get to say if… If…"
He drew her back into his arms. "Shh…" He said and stroked her hair. "You don't have to say anything, Rosalee. I know how you feel."
"I love you so much," she said through tears. She sat up again and put her hands to his beloved and bruised face. "Sometimes I feel like I can't contain it."
"This," Monroe said as he touched her cheek, and then her neck. "Is something those cowards will never know."
"Yes," she said as his eyes glowed red. "They'll never know what it's like to find your soul mate."
His eyes returned to normal and for the first time in hours, he smiled at her. "I'm so glad I found you."
"Me too," she slid her fingers over his face. He winced and she frowned. "Sorry."
He grabbed her hands. "It's okay. He smiled again and there was a twinkle in his eyes.
"What are you thinking?"
"I was thinking about the look on your face when Nick said we wouldn't even know they were there."
She laughed and it felt so good after days of worry. "Me, you should have seen yours," she pointed out.
"I'm just glad he was kidding, otherwise I'm not sure I could've stayed calm."
"Oh yeah, just what I'd like to see, you taking on a Grimm in the back of a limo on the way to the airport for our honeymoon."
"True," Monroe said.
Rosalee climbed off him and stood up, she stretched and smiled at him a radiant smile that made his heart thump so hard, he thought it might burst from his chest.
He stood and reached for her hand on his hand. "Come on, let's go to bed."
She raised her eyebrows. "Why, Mr. Monroe, I don't believe I know you well enough to just go to bed with you."
His face shifted and he growled low in his throat. He was so terrible in his beauty that she shook with awe.
Her face rippled and she became what made her truly beautiful to him. She was the one that he loved, the one that accepted him fully for all his faults and eccentricities.
He let his control lock the Blutbad away and smiled at her "Wow," he said as her face returned to her human self. "I'll never get tired of that," he whispered and then kissed her.
"I'll never get tired of that," she said when he let her breathe. "You sure can, kiss, oh husband of mine."
She squealed when he swept her up into his arms. He took her to the bed and laid her gently on the satin bed cover. "I'm never letting you go."
"You better not," she warned with a grin.
"Never again," he assured her and flicked off the light.
