Easter: Day One

"There's something very fucked up about watching you eat marshmallow peeps," Gwen told him as she licked the gooey filling out of a Cadbury egg. "Just a little too ironic for me."

Monroe ignored her, just like he had been for the past fifteen minutes. There was something rather obscene about the way she was going at her portion of their candy. He snuck a glance at her out of the corner of his eye just in time to catch her licking the white sugary goo off one of her fingers.

The Blutbad jumped to his feet. She cocked a brow at him, but said nothing as he made his way over to his kitchen. He opened the fridge, pulled out a beer and drained it in one chug. Panting, he called over his shoulder, "Any plans for the weekend?"

"Goin' out."

Monroe blinked. "Oh?" The unsaid question was of course: why aren't you inviting me?

"Yep." The brunette took a bite of the thick chocolate shell.

"You gonna tell me where to?"

Gwen paused, not really wanting to answer. Weighing her options(telling him and face his wrath or not telling him and have him pry until they got into a fight) she went on chewing casually as she told him, "First orgy of the spring."

The Blutbad really wished he pulled out that second bottle of beer. He choked on it, sputtering and gagging as he gripped the counter.

Gwen watched from the couch with a smirk. "I wasn't going to mention it."

"Then wh-" He wiped his mouth and swallowed hard. "Why did you?"

"You asked!" The witch shot back defensively. "Last time I refused to tell you something you went through my garbage!"

"You were being shady and I was concerned!" Monroe glared at her. "You're not seriously going to an orgy, are you?"

Her brow crinkled in confusion, "Of course I am." She shrugged, "Why wouldn't I?"

His eyes widened and he let out an obnoxious, condescending chuckle. "Because it's-"

"Oh don't even," She snapped at him. Surprised by the authority in her voice, the wolf gawked as she went on, "You lost the right to be petty and jealous when we agreed to keep things casual."

His hand tightened around the neck of the bottle. It cracked. Envy bubbled in his chest, but he didn't address it. Instead, he bared his teeth and growled, "Fine. Go get all the strange tail you want, see if I care."

Gwen shrugged and stood. Her stance agressive, she sneered, "Fine I will."

"Fine!" He snapped at her.

"Fine!" She made her way to the back door and paused. Her dark eyes flickered over his face. Monroe wasn't entirely sure what she was waiting for. So he just glared at her.

"What?" He asked surly.

"Idiot." She let out a scoff and left, slamming the door as she did so.

The man watched her go, his hard features mellowing as she disappeared from sight. He set the beer down on the counter. The idea of Gwen dating displeased him. The idea of Gwen getting plowed by six guys at once almost put him in catatonic shock. Sick to his stomach, Monroe tried to push that thought to the back of his mind as he set out to do an extensive Pilates regiment.

When Nick stopped by later that night, Monroe could hardly keep himself from lashing out at the man. Every nerve was on edge. Gwen had gone out some time earlier. Out to her orgy. She would come back, reeking of men and sex and he'd have to lock himself in his basement to keep from going over there and showing her what she was missing.

Nick, who was unused to seeing the clock maker so hostile, sipped at his tea and remain as still as possible. Last time he had moved too suddenly and the Bluebad had actually snapped at him. Literally. With his teeth. So he contented himself to smirk knowingly and watch as Monroe glared out the back window, crouched low and unyielding. Nick was certain he could actually hear the growl itched at the back of his friend's throat.

"…An orgy, huh?"

The Blutbad snarled at the word. "Yes. The little hure."

"Dude." Nick frowned at him. He wasn't entirely sure what the word meant, but the venom dripping off it gave him a clue. "It's Gwen. I thought you two were all; we're just friends, mixed breeding is bad, she's not that hot anyway-"

"Shut up." The wolf snapped at him. Hackles raised, he went on, "Just because I don't want her doesn't mean anyone else can have her."

The detective snickered. "Judging by the way you're acting I think it's safe to say you want her."

Monroe ignored him. Nick went to stand, but the Blutbad whipped around, fangs bared. Nick sat back down. Monroe went back to glaring out the window.

Part one of four!