Author's Note: This is one of those would-never-happen fics. It's not supposed to be serious, either. I was feeling particularly bouncy after listening to "Shake Your Groove Thing" several times in a row, so I got the inspiration to write this demented little fic. Enjoy! E?O?I?
There was a champagne bottle laying on the coffee table, spilling across it. The speakers in Sharona's sound system were blaring. Shake your groove thing, shake your groove thing, yeah yeah, show em how we do it now. Monk had his arms around Sharona, and they were dancing. He twisted her around and she gave a bubbly laugh, halfway tripping over her feet. They kept dancing anyways, twirling around and 'shaking their groove things'. Benjy was walking to the kitchen, and he stopped and watched his mom. He shook his head sadly when he saw the wine glasses and the champagne on the table. He silently went and turned off the music, then slipped into the kitchen to grab a snack. Monk and Sharona continued dancing, even though the music was off. After about five minutes, they seemed to realize that the room was quiet and Monk dipped Sharona down and kissed her. She pulled him onto the sofa and started to unbutton his shirt.
THE NEXT MORNING...
Sharona was curled into Monk, a blanket covering them. She nudged him softly and woke him up. "I wish every day could be like this." she whispered, running her fingers through his hair. "Me too." Monk replied softly. "Me too."