It was a lazy Friday night, the cool April air had settled over the town. The stars in the sky shone brightly, their twinkling unseen by the two wesen sitting on the couch in Rosalee's living room. Rosalee had invited Monroe over to watch a few movies with her, and he had happily obliged. Wanting a little adventure, Rosalee had picked out horror movies. Some big names like The Exorcist and The Shining, as well as a few lesser known films. Monroe had shown up promptly at eight o'clock, not that the clockmaker wasn't ever not on time, and met Rosalee at the door with a quick kiss. They had both plopped down on the couch, and Rosalee popped in a movie called 100 Feet. She had thought it looked interesting enough, and apparently Monroe thought so, too. Well, maybe interested wasn't the right word.

Rosalee kept looking over from the corner of her eye to see the blutbad cringe and flinch, once even jumping a bit. She giggled lightly to herself, and kept her eyes on the movie. Monroe scooted closer to her on the couch, and she snuggled next to him, laying her head in the crook of his neck. She could smell that pungent little tang that always hovered above the blutbad, and could feel his shoulder move ever so slightly with each breath. Rosalee found herself letting a small sweet moan of contentment escape her lips, and snuggled closer to Monroe. The movie finally ended, and rather than pop another one in, Rosalee turned the TV off.

"Can I ask you something?" Monroe said, twirling a strand of Rosalee's hair in his hand.

"Of course sweetie, what is it?" Rosalee sensed he was a little nervous, and she was curious as to why.

"Are you afraid of anything?"

Such a simple question, yet so profound. "Well, there are lots of things I'm scared of. I'm scared of heights, I'm scared of spiders…" Monroe gave her a look that said that wasn't what he meant. "More than anything, I'm afraid of things I don't understand. Sort of ironic, huh?" She chuckled, sitting up cross-legged, facing Monroe. "What are you afraid of?"

Monroe tensed a bit, his gaze casting down to the floor. He muttered something under his breath. "Come on, you can tell me!" Rosalee held his hands, forcing him to look at her.

"I'm afraid of losing you. I'm afraid of us falling apart." He croaked out, staring into Rosalee's bright hazel eyes. He reached out and cupped her chin in his strong hand. "You're the best thing that's happened to me, and I don't want that to end." He smiled, leaning in and kissing her softly.

When she pulled away, Rosalee laid her head against his, her hands on either side of his face. "You're not going to lose me. I love you." She said, her breath hitching, waiting for a response.

"I love you too. And I always will." Monroe smiled sweetly, holding her close to him.