Spoilers: Okay, this is set in a slightly alternate universe. Veruca was never born. Or, better yet, she was born, but endured a slow and torturous death by spider bites for being such a bitca. Either way, she has not demolished Willow & Oz's relationship in any way, and the twosome of cuteness are still madly, madly in love. :) This is, however, a take on a scene from Wild at Heart. I just kind of went my own way with it.
Notes: Pointless. Pointless, pointless, pointless. I don't even know if this qualifies as fluff. *shrug* Whatever. I just felt compelled to write Willow & Oz cuddles.
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All Geminis to the Raspberry Hats
Sunlight streamed in Oz's dorm room, shining right into his eyes. Oz winced against the brightness, then sighed. He looked over at Willow to see if she was awake. His Wiccan/Jewish girlfriend lay beside him in a disturbed sleep."It's in the sandblaster." she mumbled. Oz smiled. How did Willow manage to get so adorable? She even had cute nightmares. Willow whimpered and stirred again. Oz propped his head up with his hand and stroked Willow's face lightly.
"What's in the sandblaster, Will? It's just a dream come back to me," Oz said softly. He smiled again and traced his hands along her back, up to her beautiful red hair. Oz sighed and took some of her hair in his hands, loving the way it felt. Sometimes he could feel the fieryness of Willow's hair, other times it seemed to be as gentle and endearing as Willow herself. Willow stirred again. Oz felt her muscles tense a little.
"All geminis to the raspberry hats!"
Oz's smile grew even wider and even more amused. "Now you're faking."
"Am not." Willow turned over to face her werewolf boyfriend. She smiled one of her cute smiles that made Oz turn into mush and his heart swell with joy and pride. "Maybe just a little." They just lay there for a moment, gazing into each other's eyes.
"Bad dream?" Oz asked in his quiet tone. Willow played with his earlobe, and Oz smiled and kissed her forehead.
"Yeah," she said. "But the waking up part makes up for it."
Oz cupped Willow's face with his hands. "It's always so busy in there."
"Yeah. Few things shut my brain off completely."
"You want to talk about it?"
Willow sighed. "It's kind of fuzzy. I just remember that there's something really, really scary coming, and you're not there." Willow's eyes were worried and she furrowed her eyebrows the way she did when she was upset. Oz pulled her closer and gave her a light kiss on the top of her head.
"I'm not going anywhere, Will. Don't worry. Not even if you make me leave, I won't go."
Willow looked up at him. "Why would I want you to leave?"
"Because someday you might realize that I don't deserve you."
Willow looked at him. "Oz." she said, half scolding, half playfully.
"I mean it," he said. "I don't know why you still want to be with a slacker werewolf when you could have your pick of any guy on this campus."
"Oz, don't get too carried away. Let's not forget that you just happened to be the only guy on earth that ever even considered looking at me romantically."
Oz shook his head. Then he said, deadpan: "I don't think that's true. I think they were just intimidated because they saw right through that innocent little schoolgirl routine and discovered that you were an evil mastermind."
Willow erupted into giggles and made a half-attempt to punch him in the arm. "Shh!" she said. "No one else is supposed to know!"
They laid in silence for awhile. "Are you going to be at the Bronze tonight?" Willow asked.
"I don't think so. Not unless the extreme Jerry Garcia look turns you on."
Willow made a face of confusion. "Huh?"
"It's the night before the full moon," Oz said with an amused smile.
Willow sighed in relief. "Oh," she said. "Oh!" she said again, this time an "oh!" of realization. "That means I have to sit up with you all night.and even when your not wolfy."
Oz smiled. "Yeah, we'll have to be careful this time. Last month you almost didn't get out of the cage in time."
"And I'd left my shirt in there all night." The two smiled, remembering their little adventure from last month. Willow turned and looked at the clock. Her face fell her eyes shone with disappointment. "I have to get to class," she said. "But.tonight."
"Definitely," he said. He sighed and got up. "Now you, Miss Rosenberg, have to get to class." Willow groaned and stretched.
"I don't want to get up!" she said in her whiny voice. Oz grabbed her shoulders and sat her up.
"Get going," he said. Willow pecked him on the nose. Oz smiled and returned the kiss. "I love you," he said.
Willow smiled her heart-melting smile. "I love you too."
