Chapter Three

She has no time


You think your days are ordinary

And no one ever thinks about you

But we're all the same

And she can hardly breathe with out you


Husky was in his room for about 10 minutes before there was a tap at the door. He opened it cautiously and Nana poured in.

"I…I can't possibly, there's no way…I can't…that's…you're…" Her eyes were wild and her cheeks were flushed. Husky sighed.

"Calm down." He steadied her by placing his hands on her shoulders. That's when he noticed what she was wearing. A simple silken nightgown.

"Wh-what…GET DECENT!" he yelled, pushing her out of the door. Nana blinked at him, surprised.

"What's wrong?" She asked, tilting her head. It was an abnormally attractive gesture and it left Husky slightly breathless.

"Y-y-your clothes!" he pressed the palm of his hand to his forehead. Nana looked down at her attire, turned a bright red and darted back into her room.

She emerged later in a thick fur coat and pants under her nightgown.

"There is no where I can sleep in there." She hissed. Husky leaned against the door frame.

"And why not?" he folded his arms across his chest.

"It's too big…and too…too lonely." She shuffled her feet nervously on the thick Saxony carpet.

"Can I sleep with you?" she peered up at him. Her eyes sparkling, her pink lips slightly pouting.

"What?" Asked Husky, rubbing his eyes.

"Please Husky? Please?" her eyes twinkled enticingly. Husky held the door open a little further.

"Go in." he muttered.

"But you're sleeping on the floor." Nana stood on her tiptoes and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

"Thank you, my dearest husband."