Easter Day Three

Monroe woke up on the cool tiled floor of his kitchen completely naked. His eyes fluttered open as sunlight poured in from the window. Gwen was still sound asleep next to him. Scratches, bites and bruises littered her pale skin. He trailed a finger along one of the welts, an apologetic whimper in the back of his throat as he nuzzled the back of her neck.

The woman rolled over, a lazy smile on her lips. "Hey."

"Hi." Monroe cleared his throat and kept his eyes trained on her face as best he could. She brushed her nails over his beard. An approval growl rose in his chest as he leaned into her touch. His eyes fluttered closed and he pulled her closer until her bare back was flush against him.

Gwen's head lulled against his own as the coarse fur on his cheeks brushed along the sensitive skin of her neck. Monroe felt the giggle before he actually heard it. A smile curved his lips as he asked her what was funny.

"I see you got over your little jealous fit."

"I see you weren't satisfied by your orgy," He shot back.

She shrugged weakly. Gwen leaned into his touch as he traced his nails along her bruised side. "Orgies are really more about…recharging our batteries than sexual gratification."

His brows rose. "Oh?"

"Mhm."

He sat up at bit. Once again, he resisted the urge to take in more than just her face. It didn't help that she had no such restraint. Gwen's fingers caressed from collar to collar before moving down his chest. Monroe shuddered at the gentleness, but didn't comment on it. Instead, he said, "So…does that mean you'll be going to more of them?"

"Probably." The woman admitted.

He pulled away from her, letting out a sullen, "Oh."

"It's nothing personal."

"Was…was this something personal?" Monroe tilted his head down at her as she sat up.

Soon they were eye to eye. She took in his tight, worried features and sighed. "Monroe."

"Is that a no?"

"It's an I don't know yet. I mean, I like you, but…you're a Blutbad." She smiled teasingly at him. "You might eat our young."

"Hey! Why is that always the first place you go?"

Gwen giggled. Pressing her brow to his, she kissed his lips. The man pressed back, deepening it and lowering her back to the floor. His fingers ran through her long dark hair as she slipped him the tongue.

It was then the front door was thrown open and Nick barged in.

The couple didn't notice.

"Mon-wow." He ran through the living room into the kitchen where the still completely nude pair lay. Gaping at them he hollered, "WE EAT HERE!"

Monroe waved him away, growling, "Go!" before he returned his hand to her hip. Gwen giggled, licking and sucking on his neck. She nipped at his jaw.

"WHY ARE YOU NOT DOING THIS IN A BEDROOM?"

"Why are you still standing there?" Monroe shot back with a scowl. A shudder coursed down his spine as the woman trailed her teeth over his Adam's apple. He looked down at Gwen accusingly. "And why are you being so calm about this?"

"I've had sex in front of people lots of times," She shrugged, "Admittedly, not in front of law enforcement, but-"

"Okay." Monroe hushed her. She continued to grin at him as he turned back to Nick.

Nick, who now had his face firmly pressed against the doorway, with hands covering his eyes. Nick who was never going to enter without knocking ever again. Nick who was never going to look Gwen in the face ever again. Nick who-

"Nick!" The couple chorused once again. For the third time.

The Grimm dared a glance over at them to find that Monroe had tugged on a pair of boxers and Gwen a shirt and panties. Nick heaved a sigh of relief. For a moment, all he could do was shake his head at them. Finally, a disbelieving, "How?"

"My penis, her vagina," Monroe told him casually, making a lewd hand gesture. Gwen slapped his arm and leaned into his side.

"What are you two like dating now?" The cop asked bewildered. It then occurred to him that they were pretty much acting like they did before they had sex. He frowned. "Or not? Just like normal?"

"Wanna draw me a map to go with that sentence, there, officer?" Monroe rolled his eyes and made his way over to the coffee machine. "And no, we're not just like normal."

"So you are dating?"

Gwen pulled on her jeans. "No. He eats babies. I can't date a baby eater, my grandmother would destroy me." She paused. "No. She wouldn't kill me. My father would kill me. Then my brother. Then my h-"

"I get it." Monroe snapped at her. He opened the fridge with a little too much force.

"My, my, what big ears you have." The woman teased. "And what a big-"

"Okay!" Nick shrieked, throwing his hands up. "I just came for my wallet! I don't want to hear or see or-"

"Nick." Monroe rolled his eyes as he took out the cream. "Breathe. It's just sex. Be a big boy and calm yourself, alright?"

Gwen giggled and hopped up on the counter. Her ribs creaked in protest, sending sharp pains down her sides, but she ignored them. Crossing her legs, she grinned impishly at the men. The Blutbad ignored her, scuttling around her distracting gaze to find some cups.

"I should…get my wallet. Monroe?" Nick looked away from the witch, "Can I talk to you? In the living room?"

"It's cool, I get it." Gwen hopped off the counter, "I should run home anyway. Enjoy your guy talk, fellas."

With that the brunette woman departed.

Monroe peered through the window and waited until she was out of his yard before he snapped, "What the hell is it with you people and barging into my damn house?"

Nick opened his mouth to respond, but was promptly and effectively shushed.

"No! Really! I want to know! Is there like some kind of invisible sign that just screams, oh yeah, come on, he won't mind! or something!"

"Uh… no."

Considerably, calmer, the Blutbad replied, "I didn't think so." He crossed by the man to the living room. "You said you left your wallet?"

"Yeah, it's…so, you and Gwen?"

"Shut up, Nick."

"Right, well…I won't keep you…from whatever the hell I walked in on." Nick snatched his wallet off the kitchen table and followed the Blutbad back to the den. He smirked at his friend.

"What?"

Nick shrugged, "Nothing. I'm happy for you, man."

"It's just sex!"

"Uh-huh. What're you gonna do after I leave?" The Grimm asked knowingly.

"Go over to- oh, shut up!"

Snickering, Nick left. He didn't even flinch when Monroe slammed the door on his coat tails. He waved to Gwen who was visible in the window of her home, but got no response. It was then he noticed a phone pressed tightly to her ear. Shrugging it off, Nick made his way to his car as Monroe made his way out his backdoor.

He didn't bother knocking and just let himself into Gwen's house. It wasn't until he was actually inside that he felt like a hypocrite. Shrugging it off, he perked a brow at the sound of her voice.

"-a good idea, I mean, you're what? Twice her age?" A pause. "I know you don't need my permission! I'm just-" Another pause. A huff.

Monroe stepped into the doorway, eying the distressed brunette curiously.

"I just don't want you to rush into things!" She waved to the Blutbad and motioned for him to take a seat. "Don't talk to me like I'm a child! No, you-ugh!"

Gwen threw the cell phone against the wall with all her might. It bounced off it and clattered to the floor as she fell back onto the pull out bed where Monroe sat.

"What's up?" He asked, brushing some of her dark hair from her flushed face.

"My dad wants to marry some girl." She frowned. "I don't give a shit he wants to get married, he's been married like twelve times, but she's mortal."

"Oh?" Monroe pulled her head into his lap.

She sighed, enjoying the feel of his fingers as they ran through her hair. "Mhm." Her eyes fluttered closed. "That's really nice."

A smile tugged at his lips. "Nice to know I'm good for something."

Her eyes opened and she peered up at him with a pensive glint in them. She sat up slightly, pressing her ear to his bare chest. A few scars littered the warm skin. The steady thumping was a comforting sound and she inhaled his scent.

A bit awkwardly, he brushed her hair back from her shoulders. "Uh…Gwen?"

"Yeah?"

"You alright?"

A nod. She cleared her throat and pulled away. Hypocrite, she thought to herself, a frown lining her full lips. "It's not that I don't want him to be happy…but, they're so fragile."

Monroe cocked a brow. "And you're not?"

"You have no idea what I can take, wolf boy," She grinned devilishly and pushed him back on the bed. A quick shift of her hips and Gwen was straddling him. "Than again, maybe you do."

A chuckle rose in his throat as her hands found his shoulders. "Seriously? Don't you have an off switch?"

"Maybe," She rocked playfully. "You wanna help me find it?"

Instead of a verbal answer, Monroe pulled off her shirt.

A/N: Everyone's a hypocrite at Easter. Also, one chapter of this little blurb left before I move on to Mother's Day.