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seaflowerPart 5
Disclaimer: I do not own NBC’s Grimm or its lovely character. I also do not own Bon Jovi’s song Till We Aint Strangers Anymore.
Note: Sorry for taking so much time to update this story. Last week was crazy busy.
I want to thank everyone who has read/reviewed/fave and added this story to alerts! Your attention and feedback, really makes my day.
“It might be hard to be lovers…It’s harder to be friends.”
If anyone asked me if I was a Bon Jovi fan I might forget my wieder oath and rip limbs. However one of their songs abducted my mind when Roddy left his ipod playing on the table. Damn messy kid.
I had to protect it
Hidden
Safe
And under my bed…
It was expensive replacing his baby but I couldn’t let of my salve.
No, we’ve never been lovers.
Not physically the wolf responds.
“Monroe” he whispers, making my kitchen smaller.
Steel grey eyes cut bone, hijacking the warmth in my chest. A heat grows between us.
“Can we step outside?” he asks.
I’m a Blutbad damn it! I shouldn’t be scared of…
“Outside, why do you want to go outside---“
Barry’s snore rips through the kitchen.
We walk outside.
The second quarter moon bathes my garden in tranquil light. My nose smells
Leather,
Peppermint and
Nick.
Nick steady confidence in the kitchen has transformed into a fidgety man with hands buried deep in black silky locks. This is totally normal behaviour for a man who sees you as a friend.
Totally normal.
Nick takes a large breath.
“I..um…I’m sorry.” He says simply and looks at the ground. I give him a minute and his eyes almost seem to jump off of his skull, I never knew my grass was so engrossing.
I also jump him.
“You been semi absent for six weeks with no explanation and all you can say is you’re sorry?!?!?!” I explode.
“---NO! I couldn--- and I didn’t think you guys would be so worr---“ He mumbled biting his lower lip.
“You didn’t think we would be worried about you?” I try to pause but my granddaddy’s temper has other plans.
“Are you kidding me? Worried about you, why would I be worried about you? Who worries about a cop, a Grimm who throws you down on your stairwell when you first meet? Who has no concept of personal space or privacy? Whose idea of social calls is 2 o’clock in the morning? Who tries to reasons with predators before shooting and who---“
I’m rambling, I should let him finish but my mouth is heavy with six weeks of frustration.
“I didn’t want---” Nick cuts me off as he steps closer to me, his hand wrangling in front of himself, as if they are carrying on the conversation.
“What? To bring Barry over?” I ask, seriously biting back the confusion that is peppering my reason and conversation. I need to breathe.
“Nick” I said softly “Blutbad and Jagerbars don’t normally hang out but after a year of friendship you should know”
The word friend rolls off like lead from my tongue.
“You and I do not do conventional! Plus he seems likable, messed up but who isn’t this fami---“
His breath perfumes my ear and his eyes rake over my face.
His lips conquer my mine with a soft savage gentleness.
The perfect kiss.
“Family” Nick finishes “I stayed away to protect your family…”
Anguish grey eyes frame with tears.
Foolish, idiot Grimm.
My ideal mate.
“Nick, I’m st---”
“I love you”.
I always thought the concept of time standing still was silly but then I never been told “I love you” by Nick Burkhardt. He places his hands on my chest as he continues to talk. My heart dances at his touch. He puts a hand over my mouth.
“Monroe you are the most selfless, loyal and funny guy I have ever met. You offer beer to a Grimm who wanted to arrest you, you protected my aunt, and you keep your home open to me despite the chaos my life has brought you…Reapers…”
He smiles sadly.
“Nick, I told you, I’m not a status quo kind of guy.”
“You have kids now. ” His answer jolts me. “I was…so happy…am so happy for you Monroe.” He chokes and gently strokes my chin.
“Roddy is more confidant since you started practicing together. He can talk to you about anything and you never judge anything he says,”
Nick, your threats to expose the questionable teaching practices at the Von Hamelin Music Institute got Roddy’s suspension rescinded and his scholarship reinstated. I tried to mumble, as his hand goes against my lips.
“Remember that day when Holly started to speak in whole sentences?”
I did. It was a basketball match between Holly and Roddy. He “accidently” tripped her and she proceeded to call him every name in the book of profanity she learned from night weary officer Burkhardt. Roddy was so impressed with her colourful vocabulary he took her out for dinner.
Roddy maybe a sneaky player but he is a loving older brother.
I regard it as one of the best days of my life.
“She spent the entire car ride home telling me how much she loved you for helping her learn what it means to be Blutbad.” Nick recalled softly. The power of the memory weakening his grip and I peel his fingers away.
“And she has spent the last six weeks struggling to read those Wonder Woman comics you bought her and every time Diana talks to Superman, she whispers Nick” I told him.
Nick blushes “It’s the hair there---“ This time it was my turn to cover his mouth.
“Nick, they love you”
“I know---“
“And don’t let the karate kid fool you, he is saying a lot more to you when he calls you ‘sensei’.”
“They don’t need a Grimm. I’m not a good thing to have around your pack.” He says regrettably.
Your pack? No, not my pack, ours.
“Nick”
Baby, pull down the covers
It's time you let me in
My wolf begins howling as it senses Nick retreat. My arms clutch him before his feet can move away.
The problem with Superman my uncle once told me was the fact that most mortals could not look passed his power.
They saw the smile and not the man.
A man responsible for a dying legacy of a haunted world.
Powers his only memento of parents ill remembered.
However, unlike Superman, Nick no longer has anyone to be his Clarks.
Or so he thinks.
“Mon—“
My lips crush him as I lift him to my chest, one hand buried in his raven mane, the other hand controlling his kicking legs. His lips drips of sweetness and my wolf push against his Grimm, demanding to be obeyed. Once again I learn, time can stand still, as we lose each other in the whirlwind.
“I am not letting you down or go, until you let me in,” I moan into his ear.
For a moment he doesn’t move, tears crowd grey eyes as he ask me to me him suit on the porch.
Slowly but steadily my monster hunter opens his heart. He tells me about a father who loved fishing and a mother who taught him art, the pain of losing Aunt Marie. The heartache he experienced when he learned his parents were murder from Juliette.
He never told me about this discovery and his conversation with Farley about his guardian. Suddenly, the motivation behind his recent actions became clearer.
I never stop hugging him, as he shifts and shakes, the fear his life will hurt us, drips away as my arm sucks his venom.
He rests his head on my shoulder when he stops talking.
“So now you understand why I need to go?” he says meekly, the night’s activity and his confession clearly taken a toll.
“Totally, so where do you think we should go?”
“We…Monroe what are you---“
I stroke his arm “No. no . I get it. You’re cursed and you don’t want it to affect the kids and me. I get it” I rub by cheeks in his hair.
“By that logic, we need to protect them from me as well.”
“Monroe you’re not like that anymore and your family---“
“Is worse. I might not have your legacy, but I do have a nature, a history. You think you’re protecting us by running away.”
He tries to protest by I silence him with another kiss.
“You’ve killed to protect the innocent; I’ve kill because it was Saturday.”
Tortured grey eyes become clearer, my words are getting through.
“Nick, I know you want to believe that Holly, Roddy and Barry need a chance to be innocent and free from all the Grimm stuff. I wish that could be true.”
But I thought to myself.
“They were damned the moment you save them. There existence at all does not comply with the status quo of many people.
Suddenly understanding entered his eyes.
“Grimms don’t save creatures.”
“The Verrat, Reapers, other Grimms will look at them, look at us…”
“As abominations” Nick replied softly.
I take his hand and place it around my throat, my red eyes brimming with passion. I know he has read the Blutbad manual, cover to cover.
Mated Blutbad do not handle the loss of mates easily, most dissolve into a world of insanity and need a Grimm to end their misery. These Blutbaden seek death happily.
Horror enters his eyes as he makes the connection. He scramble on my lap and I maintain my composure.
“I never should have kissed you. I didn’t think it would happen this quickly. I just wanted to say goodbye honestly,” he said in a guilty tone. Unable to look at me.
“Nick, it happened before I really got to know you.” I revealed, not wishing to add another burden on his shoulders.
“So basically, I’m an idiot for trying to avoid what is unavoidable?” His voice bittersweet and mellow.
“A noble idiot.” I offer, my perfect mate.
Willing to chew his leg off than harm his own family.
A slight pain pierces my body as Nick’s teeth capture the valley at the base of my throat. Breaking the skin barrier, he drinks the small drops of me like a vampire, delirious and moaning my name.
He has read the Blutbad manual cover to cover.
He then exposes his pale white throat under my nose, Fresh, delicate yet firm.
Trusting.
His blood flows like a small river as I mark him as my lover. His taste rewiring my DNA.
Tell me who you think you see
When you look into my eyes
Lets put our two hearts back together
And we'll leave the broken pieces on the floor
Make love with me baby
Till we ain't strangers anymore
I find myself scooping up my not yet lover and I carry him upstairs. His heat seductive as he quietly moans my name.
“Just so you know, there is not way in hell, I am Lois Lane” I whisper to him as he massages my chest.
“Uh—What? He momentarily breaks the moment.
I laugh as I pull him closer.
I love peppermint.
Disclaimer: I do not own NBC’s Grimm or its lovely character. I also do not own Bon Jovi’s song Till We Aint Strangers Anymore.
Note: Sorry for taking so much time to update this story. Last week was crazy busy.
I want to thank everyone who has read/reviewed/fave and added this story to alerts! Your attention and feedback, really makes my day.
“It might be hard to be lovers…It’s harder to be friends.”
If anyone asked me if I was a Bon Jovi fan I might forget my wieder oath and rip limbs. However one of their songs abducted my mind when Roddy left his ipod playing on the table. Damn messy kid.
I had to protect it
Hidden
Safe
And under my bed…
It was expensive replacing his baby but I couldn’t let of my salve.
No, we’ve never been lovers.
Not physically the wolf responds.
“Monroe” he whispers, making my kitchen smaller.
Steel grey eyes cut bone, hijacking the warmth in my chest. A heat grows between us.
“Can we step outside?” he asks.
I’m a Blutbad damn it! I shouldn’t be scared of…
“Outside, why do you want to go outside---“
Barry’s snore rips through the kitchen.
We walk outside.
The second quarter moon bathes my garden in tranquil light. My nose smells
Leather,
Peppermint and
Nick.
Nick steady confidence in the kitchen has transformed into a fidgety man with hands buried deep in black silky locks. This is totally normal behaviour for a man who sees you as a friend.
Totally normal.
Nick takes a large breath.
“I..um…I’m sorry.” He says simply and looks at the ground. I give him a minute and his eyes almost seem to jump off of his skull, I never knew my grass was so engrossing.
I also jump him.
“You been semi absent for six weeks with no explanation and all you can say is you’re sorry?!?!?!” I explode.
“---NO! I couldn--- and I didn’t think you guys would be so worr---“ He mumbled biting his lower lip.
“You didn’t think we would be worried about you?” I try to pause but my granddaddy’s temper has other plans.
“Are you kidding me? Worried about you, why would I be worried about you? Who worries about a cop, a Grimm who throws you down on your stairwell when you first meet? Who has no concept of personal space or privacy? Whose idea of social calls is 2 o’clock in the morning? Who tries to reasons with predators before shooting and who---“
I’m rambling, I should let him finish but my mouth is heavy with six weeks of frustration.
“I didn’t want---” Nick cuts me off as he steps closer to me, his hand wrangling in front of himself, as if they are carrying on the conversation.
“What? To bring Barry over?” I ask, seriously biting back the confusion that is peppering my reason and conversation. I need to breathe.
“Nick” I said softly “Blutbad and Jagerbars don’t normally hang out but after a year of friendship you should know”
The word friend rolls off like lead from my tongue.
“You and I do not do conventional! Plus he seems likable, messed up but who isn’t this fami---“
His breath perfumes my ear and his eyes rake over my face.
His lips conquer my mine with a soft savage gentleness.
The perfect kiss.
“Family” Nick finishes “I stayed away to protect your family…”
Anguish grey eyes frame with tears.
Foolish, idiot Grimm.
My ideal mate.
“Nick, I’m st---”
“I love you”.
I always thought the concept of time standing still was silly but then I never been told “I love you” by Nick Burkhardt. He places his hands on my chest as he continues to talk. My heart dances at his touch. He puts a hand over my mouth.
“Monroe you are the most selfless, loyal and funny guy I have ever met. You offer beer to a Grimm who wanted to arrest you, you protected my aunt, and you keep your home open to me despite the chaos my life has brought you…Reapers…”
He smiles sadly.
“Nick, I told you, I’m not a status quo kind of guy.”
“You have kids now. ” His answer jolts me. “I was…so happy…am so happy for you Monroe.” He chokes and gently strokes my chin.
“Roddy is more confidant since you started practicing together. He can talk to you about anything and you never judge anything he says,”
Nick, your threats to expose the questionable teaching practices at the Von Hamelin Music Institute got Roddy’s suspension rescinded and his scholarship reinstated. I tried to mumble, as his hand goes against my lips.
“Remember that day when Holly started to speak in whole sentences?”
I did. It was a basketball match between Holly and Roddy. He “accidently” tripped her and she proceeded to call him every name in the book of profanity she learned from night weary officer Burkhardt. Roddy was so impressed with her colourful vocabulary he took her out for dinner.
Roddy maybe a sneaky player but he is a loving older brother.
I regard it as one of the best days of my life.
“She spent the entire car ride home telling me how much she loved you for helping her learn what it means to be Blutbad.” Nick recalled softly. The power of the memory weakening his grip and I peel his fingers away.
“And she has spent the last six weeks struggling to read those Wonder Woman comics you bought her and every time Diana talks to Superman, she whispers Nick” I told him.
Nick blushes “It’s the hair there---“ This time it was my turn to cover his mouth.
“Nick, they love you”
“I know---“
“And don’t let the karate kid fool you, he is saying a lot more to you when he calls you ‘sensei’.”
“They don’t need a Grimm. I’m not a good thing to have around your pack.” He says regrettably.
Your pack? No, not my pack, ours.
“Nick”
Baby, pull down the covers
It's time you let me in
My wolf begins howling as it senses Nick retreat. My arms clutch him before his feet can move away.
The problem with Superman my uncle once told me was the fact that most mortals could not look passed his power.
They saw the smile and not the man.
A man responsible for a dying legacy of a haunted world.
Powers his only memento of parents ill remembered.
However, unlike Superman, Nick no longer has anyone to be his Clarks.
Or so he thinks.
“Mon—“
My lips crush him as I lift him to my chest, one hand buried in his raven mane, the other hand controlling his kicking legs. His lips drips of sweetness and my wolf push against his Grimm, demanding to be obeyed. Once again I learn, time can stand still, as we lose each other in the whirlwind.
“I am not letting you down or go, until you let me in,” I moan into his ear.
For a moment he doesn’t move, tears crowd grey eyes as he ask me to me him suit on the porch.
Slowly but steadily my monster hunter opens his heart. He tells me about a father who loved fishing and a mother who taught him art, the pain of losing Aunt Marie. The heartache he experienced when he learned his parents were murder from Juliette.
He never told me about this discovery and his conversation with Farley about his guardian. Suddenly, the motivation behind his recent actions became clearer.
I never stop hugging him, as he shifts and shakes, the fear his life will hurt us, drips away as my arm sucks his venom.
He rests his head on my shoulder when he stops talking.
“So now you understand why I need to go?” he says meekly, the night’s activity and his confession clearly taken a toll.
“Totally, so where do you think we should go?”
“We…Monroe what are you---“
I stroke his arm “No. no . I get it. You’re cursed and you don’t want it to affect the kids and me. I get it” I rub by cheeks in his hair.
“By that logic, we need to protect them from me as well.”
“Monroe you’re not like that anymore and your family---“
“Is worse. I might not have your legacy, but I do have a nature, a history. You think you’re protecting us by running away.”
He tries to protest by I silence him with another kiss.
“You’ve killed to protect the innocent; I’ve kill because it was Saturday.”
Tortured grey eyes become clearer, my words are getting through.
“Nick, I know you want to believe that Holly, Roddy and Barry need a chance to be innocent and free from all the Grimm stuff. I wish that could be true.”
But I thought to myself.
“They were damned the moment you save them. There existence at all does not comply with the status quo of many people.
Suddenly understanding entered his eyes.
“Grimms don’t save creatures.”
“The Verrat, Reapers, other Grimms will look at them, look at us…”
“As abominations” Nick replied softly.
I take his hand and place it around my throat, my red eyes brimming with passion. I know he has read the Blutbad manual, cover to cover.
Mated Blutbad do not handle the loss of mates easily, most dissolve into a world of insanity and need a Grimm to end their misery. These Blutbaden seek death happily.
Horror enters his eyes as he makes the connection. He scramble on my lap and I maintain my composure.
“I never should have kissed you. I didn’t think it would happen this quickly. I just wanted to say goodbye honestly,” he said in a guilty tone. Unable to look at me.
“Nick, it happened before I really got to know you.” I revealed, not wishing to add another burden on his shoulders.
“So basically, I’m an idiot for trying to avoid what is unavoidable?” His voice bittersweet and mellow.
“A noble idiot.” I offer, my perfect mate.
Willing to chew his leg off than harm his own family.
A slight pain pierces my body as Nick’s teeth capture the valley at the base of my throat. Breaking the skin barrier, he drinks the small drops of me like a vampire, delirious and moaning my name.
He has read the Blutbad manual cover to cover.
He then exposes his pale white throat under my nose, Fresh, delicate yet firm.
Trusting.
His blood flows like a small river as I mark him as my lover. His taste rewiring my DNA.
Tell me who you think you see
When you look into my eyes
Lets put our two hearts back together
And we'll leave the broken pieces on the floor
Make love with me baby
Till we ain't strangers anymore
I find myself scooping up my not yet lover and I carry him upstairs. His heat seductive as he quietly moans my name.
“Just so you know, there is not way in hell, I am Lois Lane” I whisper to him as he massages my chest.
“Uh—What? He momentarily breaks the moment.
I laugh as I pull him closer.
I love peppermint.
