Ah yes, the classic “Monroe is a refined wine connoisseur and Nick is a beer-guzzling philistine” trope.
But one of the first things Monroe ever did was offer Nick a beer. A snooty beer sure, but it was a beer nonetheless. Then again I guess it’s a half-shade too strange to tackle a guy through your window and then offer him wine.
“Gosh, I would have thought an old-fashioned limb-ripping would have been the perfect floor show for a blutbad,” Nick said teasingly.
“Reformed blutbad,” Monroe said with a sniff. “And as my fake boyfriend, I expect you to remember that.”
“Oh, I’m sorry, honey,” Nick said, schooling his face into an expression of utter contrition. “How can I make it up to you?”
“Well,” Monroe said, leaning forward conspiratorially so his face was only a few inches from Nick’s, “you could start…by letting me have the last slice of lemon meringue.”
“You reformed blutbaden drive a hard bargain,” Nick said with an impish grin, pushing the pie tin toward Monroe, “but all right. I accept your terms.”
AS;DLJFKD seriously you tWO
okay guys I’m just going to quote it because it’s too fucking cute
If these two don’t stop pretending to pretend to flirt with one another my head is going to explode.
In which Nick and Monroe have a late-night picnic, make it through a few chapters of Game of Thrones (in addition doing a little real research), and end up in bed together…perfectly innocently, of course.
That chapter title is most intriguing. Here we go!
Hotel California, Ch. 3: Grimms and Blutbaden Make Strange Bedfellows
And that’s a wrap for this week!
AND THEY’RE KISSING. KISSING HAS HAPPENED. WE HAVE KISSING.
But what will happen when night falls? ;D
PROTECTIVE NICK. NICK PROTECTIVE OF MONROE. ADORABLE.
““Wow,” Nick said enviously, swiftly quashing the urge to place his chin in his hands like a starstruck, preteen girl.”
I just…wow.
OOOOOO. Is there matchmaking magic afoot? Perhaps the proprietress has rooms that bring out the best in people suited to one another and rooms that bring out the worst in those who aren’t?
Or maybe the room reflects the relationship between the two people?
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