The white haired witch climbed out of bed and poked the lazy vampire beside her. The midnight hunger nagged her stomach and she let out a grumble.

"Would you wake you already?" Ashley growled, trying not to be too loud. Marshall let out a groan and rolled over, looking at her. Ashley's shirt was hanging low, barely buttoned up. It really caught Marshall's eye, making him blush a bit.

"I'm awake... What do you want?" He grumbled, sitting up and pushing the covers off his leg.

"Marshall, I'm hungry." She stuck out her elbow to poke the lightly irritated vampire in the chest. "Make me a sandwich?" She gave him a light smile and raised an eyebrow.

"Bleh.." Marshall rubbed his eye and shuffled out of bed. He secretly liked seeing the satisfied look on her face when she ate the food, but he wouldn't admit it. The two had a complicated relationship, of both hate and secret love. They barely showed love, it was mostly bickering and teasing. Marshall reached the kitchen and slapped some bread down.

"Don't forget pickles!" She called from the bedroom.

"We're out of sliced." Marshall groaned back. The vampire barely got sleep, and when he did it seemed like this witch was always ruining it.

"Then use the.. Full ones, or whatever they're called." She played with her fingernails, her stomach feeling empty and it growled like an angry lion inside of her. "Hurry up."

"Whatever, your highness." He smirked lightly, putting a full pickle on top of the meat. It made a huge lump in the sandwich, and he snickered at the look. When he finished, Marshall floated back to the bedroom and held out the plate containing the lumpy sandwich. The witch stared at the two lumps, and shook her head.

"Nope. You need to cut the pickles into slices, then put them in. This will never do." She went back to clawing at her fingernails, acting like Marshall wasn't even holding the plate in her face. When he didn't respond, the witch looked up, making eye contact. Marshall's eyes narrowed slightly, he let out a sigh.

"Eat it."

"I will not."

"Just eat it!"

"Do you even see the two giant lumps in the middle?"

The two sat there, the vampire looking angrier than ever. Ashley looked happy, as if she had just won.

"Fine. You win. I'll go back to the kitchen and slice these flipping pickles into pieces, then put them on your sandwich." He turned around and floated back to the kitchen.

"Good." The witch felt rather proud, having won another sandwich fight.

When Marshall returned with exactly what the girl wanted, Ashley gifted him with the usual reward. A kiss on the lips. After they kissed he wrapped himself in the sheets and curled up, letting out a light snore. Ashley grinned and ate her sandwich. Yep, this was the life.