Easter Day Four

After a night of inappropriate uses of sugary Easter candy, Twilight Zone reruns and a surprising lack of penetrative sex, Gwen began her typical holiday tradition; begging Monroe to leave the house with her.

"Come on!" She squeezed his bare leg as she batted her lashes at him from her resting place on his stomach. "It'll be fun!"

"I'm not fucking you in a movie theatre." Monroe sighed, raking his fingers through her dark hair gently.

"I never said you had to fuck me there."

He rolled his eyes. "Well, I'm still not going."

The woman chuckled and sat up. "Please?"

"No." He twitched as Gwen leaned down and softly bit his nipple.

"Please?" She repeated, smirking against his skin.

"D-ah…" Monroe sighed as she moved up his chest. "No. Damn it, Gwen-"

"You talk too much," She teased, nibbling at the apex of his neck and shoulder. "Besides, we both know how this is gonna go, handsome."

The Blutbad let out a less than amused groan as she traced her nails up the inside of his thigh to his groin. Arching his back subtly, he taunted back, "Oh yeah? How's it gonna go?"

"Well, first I'm going to do this," Gwen wrapped her fingers around his length and gave it a soft pump. Just enough to get his attention and earn a frustrated growl when she let him go. She then hopped off the pull out bed, completely naked and smirked at his affront look. "Then I'm going to blue ball you until you do what I want."

"That's not fair!"

"That's the benefit of being female." Gwen corrected. Grinning at him, she cooed at his crestfallen features. "Don't be mad. We're going to a sex shop."

Considerably more interested in leaving the house, Monroe sat up. He tugged on his boxers and followed her to the bathroom. He smirked at her as she brushed her teeth.

She cocked a brow at him. "What?"

"Nothing."

Gwen squinted at him then spit in the sink. Wiping her mouth on the back of her hand, the woman brushed past him with a roll of her eyes. "Don't be such a freak, babe."

Monroe stayed there a minute, just staring into her empty bathroom. He muttered, just loud enough to be heard, "I'm not the one with the bondage fetish."

"Hey!" The brunette whirled around. She put her hands on her hips and frowned at him as he eyed her naked body appreciatively. It was really hard to be mad at him when he was doing that, Gwen noted. "You weren't complaining last night!"

"I'm not complaining now," He assured her as he approached. Peering down at her, he slipped his arms around her waist. Her glare softened slightly when he nuzzled his scruffy cheek against her smooth one. With a lazy smile, he licked her cheek.

Gwen made the conscious decision not to be weirded out by that and made a note to start DVR-ing The Dog Whisperer. "So…sex shop?"

The Blutbad nodded. "Let me get my pants."

"Meet back here in twenty?"

Monroe nodded and made his way out of Gwen's home. The sun was just starting to set and he wondered how long they'd been going at it. He glanced back at her house with a smirk. By comparison, his own was considerably more interesting. Packed with knickknacks and various treasures from his life. Gwen's was…sparse, to say the least. The only personal touch she had added to the place outside of the odd, off putting furniture was the odd, off putting paint on the walls.

He changed quickly; throwing on a flannel shirt and some slacks, ran a brush through his hair and teeth and put on deodorant. He paused, hand hovering over a bottle of cologne. His sensitive nose crinkled at the thought of wearing it(it had been a gift from a customer- he wasn't even sure why he kept it) and ultimately decided against it. He had never smelt anything artificial on Gwen, with the exception of perhaps lightly scented body lotion or shampoo, so the Blutbad assumed she wouldn't mind.

When Monroe made it over to her house, she was waiting for him in the living room. Dressed in a pink tube top that was completely inappropriate for the time of year and a pain of sinfully tight jeans, the woman beamed warmly at his arrival.

For not the first time, he questioned his relationship with her. Little Miss Only-Ever-Had-One-Serious-Relationship had become a staple in his life. A constant. A friend, companion and now…perhaps even a lover. In all honesty, he isn't entirely sure how to feel about that.

"So, Bug or Baby?" She asked.

"Don't care." Monroe shrugged.

A grin lit up the witches features. "Baby it is!"

"I thought only men named their cars?"

"I thought only women arched their backs when they came." She shot back with a devilish grin.

His dark eyes stared at her a long moment before he told her, "I hate you."

A giggle slipped out of her as Gwen pressed a kiss to his throat. "Don't be such a putz. You know you're getting laid."

"Hm."

He followed her out of the house. As she locked the door he inspected her black 1977 corvette. It was a beautiful car. Not as awesome as his Bug, at least not in his mind, but still, a nice ride.

"How'd you end up with Baby anyway?"

Gwen shrugged, "I bought him."

"Like, used?"

"What's with all the questions?" She shot at him. A curious brow perked at him.

He knew he would get no more answers from her, so he just slipped his hand in hers. Monroe tried not to marvel at the size difference of their fingers and asked what exactly she planned on doing to him.

Gwen pursed her lips and tapped her chin, as if in deep thought. Her belly ring glinted in the bright April sunlight. She pretended not to notice when the wolf stared blatantly at it. Instead, she answered his question. "Haven't decided yet."

Monroe felt his blood run slightly cold at that. That shouldn't have been one of the most horrifying things he's ever heard, but for some reason it is, and he found himself somewhat unnerved by her devilish grin and glinting black eyes. No, just a trick of the light.

Gwen stared at him. Unsure of his silence, she gave him a shove with her shoulder, "You okay, Papa Wolf?"

That snapped him out of it. He glared at her. "Don't call me that."

"Don't space out on me." The woman replied.

He let out a huff and began down the steps, pulling her along with him.

The sex shop was closed. Gwen was devastated. Monroe was mildly amused by her outraged reaction, but stopped laughing once she picked up a rock and hucked it through the store front's window. For a few stunned seconds, he was silence as he looked around. No one had noticed.

"Gwen, what the hell?" He whispered at her, following her through the busted picture window. Knocking over a lingerie-clad mannequin, he reached out for the woman as she slipped down an isle. "Gwen!"

"Oh, calm your tits, dogboy." The brunette rolled her eyes at him. "It's not like this place has got surveillance cameras and trip wires."

Exasperated, he hopped out of the display. "We shouldn't be here."

"They shouldn't be closed so early!" Gwen retorted with a frown. "Don't be such a girl, I'll just be a second. Watch the door."

With an annoyed scowl, Monroe did as he was told. Sticking his nose out the window, he smelt for anyone coming, but the street was deserted. He snuck a glance back at her to find her pensively sorting through the store's various condom choices.

"Are you kidding me right now?"

"I'm all out," Gwen held up two packages, "Which do you think would be better? Vibrating or heat activated?"

A fierce blush crossed his cheeks. "I don't know! Just pick one!"

"They have-"

Sirens in the distance.

"Gwen…" He warned; it was clear he was trying with all his might to remain calm. "Just pick something."

With an aloof shrug, the witch grabbed a discarded back and threw a couple things into it before pulling out her wallet. Monroe watched, slack jawed as she counted out roughly forty dollars and set it on the counter.

"Are you kidding me?"

She glanced at him. "What?"

"Can we go now?" The Blutbad asked. He did this instead of grabbing her by the shoulders and shaking the shit out of her like he so desperately wanted to.

With a grin, the woman nodded and took his hand. After all but lifting her out the window, the couple ran back to the corvette. Gwen tossed him the keys. He fumbled with them a moment before finally finding the correct one and sticking it in the ignition.

"I cannot believe you did that." He told her as he checked the rear view mirror for the fifteenth time. They were taking the long way home, the back way, just in case. The only thing he could see behind them was trees. No houses. No street signs. Not even any street lamps. Monroe heaved a quiet sigh of relief.

"Uh-huh." Gwen rolled her eyes and began rooting through the bag.

"Do you have any idea how reckless that was? I mean, Christ, Gwen, what if we'd been caught? How do you explain that kind of thing?" In a mocking, sarcastic tone, he mimed, "Oh no, officer. You don't understand. We were out of condoms."

The woman blinked at him. "Well, yeah, actually that's how I would explain it. Besides, it wasn't stealing. I even left money to cover the tax."

"And the window?" Monroe shot back with a deep frown.

"Insurance will cover that." She went back to her bag. "You worry too much."

"You don't worry enough. Jeez. And here I was thinking you were a nice, wholesome girl."

"Nicest you'll ever meet," She replied coolly. With a triumphant grin, she pulled out a small packet and ripped it open with her teeth.

The artificial scent of 'green apple' hit his nose and he looked over at her just in time to catch her slipping it in her mouth. Monroe cocked a brow at her as she shot him a wink and reached over to under do his belt.

"Are you kidding me? Now?"

She ignored him, unzipping his pants quickly and pulling him from his slacks. The Blutbad lifted his hips as she wrapped her lips around the tip of his cock. Letting his foot slide off the gas pedal, Monroe moaned as Gwen rolled the condom down to the base.

"Do you have to do this now?" He breathed, trying to keep his tone firm. "Can't you at least wait 'til I'm done scalding you?"

The corvette slowly rolled to a stop. Monroe felt her laugh at him, the vibrations in her throat making his dick twitch encouragingly. One of his hands tangled in her hair as the other absently turned the car off.

"That's cheating…" A gasp slipped from his lips, followed closely by her name as she began to suck in earnest.

It had turned out to be a pretty good Easter after all.

A/N: Last of the Easter saga. On to mother's day!