A/N: In celebration of the Holiday season (and because I'm bored. Hey, not everybody gets an iPod for Christmas), I am posting a Christmas one-shot. Hope you all enjoy. Oh and Merry Christmas! Happy Holidays and all that.
Merry Christmas, Adrian
Natalie's heart was beating fast with prue joy. She just couldn't believe it. It was snowing in San Francisco. Her daughter Julie finally did get her white Christmas, after all. When she came back outside from getting her coat, she saw Monk dancing in the snow. He looks so happy. . .she thought with a small smile on her face. She watched him for a moment until Monk noticed she was there. He stopped his dancing instantly.
"Ho-how long were you standing there?" he asked. He was embarrased to have someone catch his impulsive dancing in the snow.
Natalie smiled as she walked down her porches step. "Long enough to see the happy look on your face." She now stood right in front of him, beaming. She took his hand and backed up. "Come on, Mr. Monk," she said, pulling Monk along. "Just one more dance."
Monk didn't know what was going on. One minute, he was dancing in the snow by himself, the next, he had started dancing with Natalie in the same exact snow. At first, Monk was dancing timidly away from Natalie, but he soon found himself pulling her closer to him.
This is nice, Natalie thought. I wonder why he's not pushing me away, but pulling me closer? Unknown to her, Monk was thinking the same thing. . .
Why am I doing this? Monk wondered to himself. More importantly, why am I. . .enjoying it? This just doesn't seem like me. . .I would never dance with another woman, not ever.
Sudenly, Natalie stopped and looked up at Monk. "You know, Mr. Monk," she said, smiling. "I've never seen this impulsive, spontaneous side of you." She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling his face closer to hers. "I think. . .I kinda like it. . ." She leaned in closer. . .but then stopped. She didn't want to just up and kiss her boss, her boss with OCD none the less, and scare him to the point where he didn't even want her as an empolyee. No, she was going to see if Monk really wanted to be kissed.
I can't believe it, Monk thought to himself. Is she actually going to kiss me? Oh, God! What do I do? Do I just stand here and wait or do I kiss her? Why am I considering that! I should push her away, yes, push her away. Gently of course. But then again, he thouhgt more bravely. Would it be so terrible to kiss her?
It's not like he wants to kiss me anyway, Natalie reasoned with herself. So why pressure him? This line of reasoning was exactly why she was shocked at Monk's next action - he leaned in and gave Natalie a small and gentle (but definatly meaningful) kiss.
At that moment, Julie sudennly snapped a picture with her digital camera. "Merry Christmas, Mr. Monk!" Julie shouted gleefuly.
Natalie loked up at her daughter in shock, but didn't let Monk go until she said, "Merry Christmas. . .Adrian."
Monk smiled and returned the greeting with a hug. "Merry Christmas, Natalie."
A/N: The end! Yeah, I know it's short; what of it?