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I'm beginning this as a sort of prologue to a larger work I have in mind. I may change the description to something more particular as time goes by. Bear with me please.

Disclaimer: I don't own Grimm or any characters.

The afternoon sun shone in yellow beams across the old carpets of the shop, dust rolling in the light. The bottles on the shelves shone, thick tempered glass with neat handwritten labels.

Rosalee ran her finger over the label for dried amaranth flower. The purple blossoms, while having little use for humans who used the plants leaves and ground its seeds, the blooms had a particular calming effect on wessen. Sometimes called " love lies bleeding" it has a particular ability to sooth the heart sick. Administered to a grieving person, it should allow them some respite from the heavy feeling in their chest, the pain in their throat and the noise in their head. The resulting feeling was a kind of numbness, it was basically wessen anti-depressants.

Lifting the bottle she removed the delicate glass lid and inhaled the blossoms' aroma. Her mind drifted back to the day in the park, it had started out so sweet but had been spoiled by what came after. In a way she was glad for it, if it weren't for the fluvus Pestilentia she would never have been so bold. Her fingers rubbed the glass bottle as she thought.

Two contradicting thoughts had her back on that day, tempting her to eat a few flowers and be rid of her conundrum. One, she was quite excited about Monroe but wanted to be cautious, test the waters and move slowly through the shallows before taking a swim through that kind of relationship. Two, she desperately needed to get laid.

One was very simple, the needs spelled out in front of her, however the other demanded that the second be forgotten. The thought of pushing him up against the shelves would come into her head and she'd have to shake it away, reminding herself the importance of taking things slow. The reasons would spill out in a long list beginning with the fact that the last guy she cared for left without saying a word and returned with a bullet in his side. Not to mention she had a history that she wasn't proud of, she didn't want to have to share her shame with someone else. They worked together given it was in an odd capacity, but what they did to help the grimm was done well; they were a good team. Maybe it would be too distracting or put their priorities at odds.

Also, she mustn't forget, she'd never been with anyone out of her species, especially not a blutbad. She had no idea what they were like in that way. Sure Monroe was different, calm and gentle where he aught to be aggressive and brutal, but he'd carefully sculpted that and must maintain it. The man she wanted out of him, he was artificial, controlled and unrealistic. What if she made an advance on him and he lost control, the wolf might take it too far. He'd never forgive himself and she knew she wouldn't either, there'd be no coming back from that. Even worse, what if they made it work but one day they had a fight, what if she pushed him to far? A relationship with him would be too dangerous.

That's what she kept telling herself, yet the place between her legs warmed whenever she thought of him. A kiss on the neck turning into a bite as she felt him voge above her, his strong hands turning her about like a rag doll, thrusting himself inside her as...

She shook her head trying to fight off that thought, she liked it though, which was the scariest part of all of this. She reached her hand down, fingers caressing the edge of her pants, the bottle lightly held in her other hand. As the excitement rose inside her the door chime behind her made jump, the bottle shattering on the ground.

" Aw man, sorry I didn't mean to scare you." Monroe said as he closed the door and turned to help her.

Rosalee stood still, a blush rising on her face with glass and pedals at her feet. What was she thinking just a moment ago, she hoped he hadn't noticed where her hand had been traveling.

"You don't scare me." She said too serious, her mind still wrapped in her thoughts. Monroe stopped and stared at her and her face grew hot as she realized what she'd just said.

" What?" He asked, looking a little perplexed though it was entirely impossible for him to fight the smile on his face.

She was usually so determined and decided in what she said there were no words left but what she wanted to say.

" Monroe..." She said stepping towards him.

" Yeah?" He nodded, looking down at her as she closed the distance between them.

" Kiss me."

A short little bit to keep you happy for now. I have big plans. Review!