[ For once, Spike is the one who wakes up first, rolls over with a groan and slings an arm around Ianto's waist. She snuggles up to his back, not wearing a stitch, of course. This is just a normal morning. Nothing to see. ]
[ OTA ]
[ Unperturbed by the events of the morning, Spike goes about her day as usual. Picking up a cup of hot blood, taking a walk as she sips it, smoking by the graveyard and then heading into work at the Blood Shack where she spends most of the day drinking whiskey and trying not to be too bored. Keep her company? ]