Summary:Normal is always relative.
Disclaimer:
I don't own these characters, but like everybody else, I would like
to.
A/N:This is the first thing I've written
that I'm putting up for others to see. I hope you like it.
Relatively normal
At first she didn't
know what had woken her – if her state could be called being awake.
A noise, she had heard
a noise. There it was again.
'Hands' was her
next thought without ever opening her eyes. One was firmly and very
comfortably tucked away under her pillow. The other on lay on soft
skin, room temperature. She started moving that hand shaking the body
it lay on. "Spike. Honey."
"Uhm?" the body mumbled after a while.
"There's something at the door. Would you please go and kill it?"
"Sure," he mumbled again slowly rolling himself off the bed. She heard him grab the ax at his bedside table and closing the door behind him.
A few minutes later the door opened again, the ax was put back and a cool body climbed into the bed beside her. "Next time you go," he whispered as she cuddled up to him with shivers running down her spine from the cold.
"Sure honey," she said smiling slightly to herself and slumbering off again.