And the room is conveniently so cold that they MUST cuddle.
Mmhmm….there is some sneaky magic afoot. Either this lady is playing matchmaker or she’s spelled the rooms to do the job for her.
And the room is conveniently so cold that they MUST cuddle.
Mmhmm….there is some sneaky magic afoot. Either this lady is playing matchmaker or she’s spelled the rooms to do the job for her.
I don’t want to hear you say that being a cop isn’t your destiny. If it weren’t, you wouldn’t be tearing yourself up inside to follow the law, even when your Grimm instincts tell you not to.
I mean yeah…Monroe does yoga and pilates daily…he probably looks pretty damn good under all those layers.
I mean I think he looks good in them too and also I always imagined him having a bit of a pudge…just a little one. So snuggly.
….
Ahem. What?
And Monroe’s SCULPTED CHEST just made an appearance. I SENSE MUCH POTENTIAL IN THIS DEVELOPMENT. 😀
Bisexual Nick is my fave Nick.
They killed the wolf! All my blutbad friends said, ‘Oh yes, read Game of Thrones, lots of pro-lupine messages there’ and less than a hundred pages in, bam!, innocent wolf murder!
Nick: You’re saying we have to do a whole other round of research, aren’t you?
Monroe: No, I’m saying that YOU have to do a whole other round of research.
Spousal abuse warning for this and the last chapter, and I guess the fic in general probably, if this turns out to be a major plot point.
“And what were you doing in Bermuda, hmm?” Nick asked teasingly, taking in Monroe’s long-sleeved shirt and sweater-vest.
“Clock-makers’ conference,” Monroe said, adding defensively, “and don’t laugh! I swear, you get a couple of mai-tais in those guys and suddenly it’s every man for himself.”
Yes Nick…do keep wondering what Monroe’s lips taste like.