Ginny glared at the ceiling, huffing in exasperated amusement as Mike clung to her. She barely resisted the urge to point out that glass walls made for more distorted shadows. Running her hand through his hair, she thought about the multitudes of ways she was going to make fun of him when the sun came up. Then again...why wait?

"You okay Lawson?" She asked, knowing the answer. She had warned him. She'd warned him and he hadn't listened. He squeezed her slightly tighter.

"I'm trying to sleep." He mumbled into her neck, his beard tickled her skin. She kissed his forehead.

"Uh huh?" She tapped the forearm that was across her chest. "No nervousness?" She asked, slowly. "Or fear of alien invasions?"

"Not scared." He insisted. Ginny rolled her eyes, a smile tugging on her lips. He was adorable when he was stubborn, not that she'd admit that to his face.

"So then." She moved away from him, his arms pulled her closer. "If I were to get up and-" He crushed her against his chest. She laughed. "Get a drink of water...?" She smirked. "You wouldn't have a problem."

"No?" His voice wavered. Ginny shook her head.

"You're full of shit, Lawson." She said, grabbing a pillow and hitting him in the face.

"Ow." Mike protested. "Why did you let me watch that movie?" He was unbelievable.

"I told you not to watch it." She shook her head. "But you just had to show up Livan."

Mike glowered into the corner of the room, refusing to look at her, even as he was wrapped around her like some giant bearded boa constrictor. "I don't see what Livan has to do with this." He muttered. Ginny wriggled out of his arms, dodging him as he grabbed for her. She sat on the edge of the bed, watching in amusement as he fought the blankets in an effort to get over to her.

"Having trouble old man?" She asked, crossing her legs and grinning at him. "So let's see if I've got this right. Mike 'I hate horror movies so much I've never watched Ghostbusters' Lawson all of a sudden wants to watch the same horror movie that Livan's been claiming was the scariest thing he's ever seen."

"I-" Mike began before he turned and looked at the door. His face paled. "Did...did you hear that?" He whispered.

Ginny snorted. Paranoia, typical. He'd been jumping at every passing car. As if anyone could break into his Fortress of Solitude. He'd spent two straight hours bragging about his "premium grade top notch security system" when she'd first moved in with him and it had taken her pushing him into the pool to shut him up.

"I don't know, Mike." She said, deciding to humor him. Covering her mouth, she let out a gasp. "How about the big strong man of the house goes and checks?"

Mike glared at her. "That's sexist." He grumbled. "In the name of Feminism, I think you should check."

"Yeah." Ginny smirked, swinging her feet onto the ground. "For Feminism."

"I mean seriously, Baker, it's like-" He broke off looking panicked as she stood. "Wait." He wriggled to the edge and crashed the floor. "OW. Where are you... " Ginny leaned against the door, her hand on the knob, watching in amusement as he kicked his way out of the blankets. "Are you leaving me here alone?"

"I want a glass of water." She said, covering her mouth to smother a laugh. "Why, afraid I'll be kidnapped by Zombie lizards?"

"Zombie aliens." He corrected. He moved across the room, following her as she opened the door and stepped out of the room. "Don't leave me."

"Come on, babe." she sighed as he crowded behind her, refusing to let her get more than a few inches away from him. "You know the most terrifying thing in here is that beard." It was a testament to how scared he was that he didn't even take the bait. Well he might be difficult, but that didn't mean she was going to let the opportunity to mess with him pass. She stopped. Mike gasped.

"What is it?" He hissed. She held out an arm to block him, tilting her head as though listening for something. Mike craned around her, trying to see. "What? Ginny."

She didn't respond, going to the kitchen and grabbing a glass and putting it on the counter.

"Ginny." Mike whispered. She poured herself a glass of water before turning and looking behind Mike. Gasping, she dropped the water bottle on the ground. "What?" He whirled around, trying to see what had scared her.

"It's horrible." She clutched his arm.

"Where?" He demanded.

"There." she pointed to the larger than life painting of himself over the landing of the stairs Mike insisted was necessary to maintaining the aesthetic of the house. She pressed her face into his shoulder as he slumped in relief. "Save me." She said, shaking as she laughed. Mike glared at her.

"I only kept that thing because I know you need giant posters of me on the wall to make you feel at home." He muttered. Ginny pressed her face into the crook of his neck.

"Come on." She kissed his jaw, slipping her hand in his before tugging him towards the stairs. "I'll keep the monsters away."