Heavenly Shades Of Night Are Falling
He's snoring, she sighed to herself, resting her
against the contoured hard ness of flesh rising and
falling as she breathed. Nights like these came
farther and farther apart, what with Spike shacking up
with her Xander. It was bad enough they had to contend
with his parents, now having a vampire who just sat
around was worst in so many levels.
"Anya?" he suddenly blurted still deep in sleep.
Anyanka, mortality-bound girl, looked up suddenly
mistaking the out burst for him actually calling her.
"Xander?" she asked a little hesitant, nudging him .
He grunted briefly then returned to the regular
program of snoring. Loud snore between whistling
inhales. A smile, imperceptible, crossed her face at
the realization that her boyfriend, the word still
strange and new, was dreaming of her. Only her and not
the redhead or that slut Cordelia. Just her like she
had dreams of him the summer she went away.
She returned her head to his chest, ear against the
beating of a heart that belongs to her day, night and
even in twilight.