I don't own NBC, Grimm, the characters, or the actors. I just own my feels and my dirty imagination.
"Beautiful." He said to himself as he inspected the mechanism. He carefully closed the pocket watch and wound it. But it still wouldn't work! What was he doing wrong? He sighed and opened it back up. He was so engrossed in his work that he barely heard Rosalee come home. He vaguely heard the key in the lock in his deep concentration, but he could smell her. Something didn't smell quite right, but it was her. He needed to get this clock ticking, damnit!
Rosalee stood in the doorway, watching her husband of three months tinkering. She could see by his posture that he was frustrated, and she could smell the stress in the room. He was so tense, concentrating so deeply. But whatever he was working on would have to wait. She slunk up behind him and planted a kiss on the back of his neck.
"Hi," he mumbled.
"Hi," she responded patiently, trailing a line of kisses down his neck, "what's wrong?"
"I spent all day installing new mechanisms in this thing, everything looked perfect, and it still won't tick. I don't know what I'm missing!" He took his magnifiers off and rubbed his eyes. "I have to call the guy tomorrow, and I would prefer to tell him it was working after investing so much in new parts."
"Maybe you just need a break," the Fuchsbau purred into her lover's ear. "Maybe I can help you work out some tension?"
"No, I…", he sighed. He hated denying his Queen anything. Especially sex. Especially when she was initiating. But he really wanted to figure out what was going on with this stupid watch. Now he was very frustrated. He looked up to catch the tail end of a Woge. She was frustrated about something, too, but it would have to wait. "I'm sorry, Love, I…"
"Let me make you some tea." She cut him off coldly. She was up to something, but he didn't have time to figure out what. He wanted to go to bed tonight with a functional watch.