By Anya
authors note: ok guys...hang on...this is where it starts to get a
little bit bumpy...and dont forget about the ever crucial feedback...if
you have any ideas i'd be glad to hear them...
Oz pulled into the Rosenburg driveway and put the van in park. Willow had told him that her parents were away for the weekend, * They’re always away.* He frowned, * Why is that? * He turned the key in the ignition and felt the engine growl and turn off. * Man, I have to get a new mode of transportation.* He stepped down quietly, careful not to slam the door too hard. It was 11:30 in the morning, which was early for him, and he wasn’t sure if Willow was awake yet. Normally she was an early riser but from what Odessa had told him she had a good sized bump on her head and would probably need a little R&R. Well those weren’t her exact words, but Oz never missed an opportunity to use words such as R&R. He walked up the sidewalk to the front door and raised his hand mechanically to knock, then remembered no one was home. He lifted the key from the hiding place under the rock where willow had showed him and slid it into the lock. He felt a little guilty just letting himself in, but in the long run it was for the best. Girls loved being surprised this way, or so he had been told. He walked in and removed his shoes on the mat. He turned and looked into the living room cautiously then slowly made his way to the stairs. When he reached the top he turned to Willow’s door which was opened slightly and silently made his way around the books that lay carelessly tossed in the middle of the floor. As he was about to reach for the doorknob to her room, he felt a cool chill starting at his feet and rising up his legs. He paused for a moment, reminded of the tall blonde with the wavy hair. He thought about the way her hair was always flowing, as if it was being pulled by an imaginary wind. The way all her features seemed to radiate happiness, like every day was a treasure. That was one of the many things he liked about Willow. * Willow, crap.* Without hesitation he opened the door and quickly walked in. He suddenly had a strong urge to hold her in his arms, and be as close to her as possible. The fact that he had been thinking of another girl while standing outside her bedroom room door was enough to unnerve even the calmest of people. He kneeled beside her bed and gently removed the comforter, that was wrapped tightly around her, from her head. Her bright red hair was tousled and messy. A few strands slipped down onto her face. Oz smiled thoughtfully and then sighed. She was everything. Willow, feeling her boyfriends warm breath on her skin. Opened one eye and smiled back up at him. They stayed looking at each other for a little while, until Willow broke the silence.
“I’m a mess,” she whispered. Her voice rough and shy.
“Your perfect,” Oz replied back. Willow’s cheeks reddened at that and she pulled the comforter back up around her head. Stretching under the blanket, she felt a familiar touch on her ankle. She sat up quickly pulling her legs up to her chest and holding them tightly.
“No tickling,” she said quickly trying to look stern. But her face said it all. Oz jumped onto the bed and grasped her waist tightly. She giggled and squirmed from his touch and this proceeded for a few moments until Oz’s hand landed on her thigh. They both realized at the same time that Willow only wore a tee shirt to bed that night. Oz looked up at her, never removing his hand.
“This could possibly be a discomforting situation,” he said softly.
“Yeah, except its not.” She returned quickly. “Cause were both adults here, and…and you’ve seen me in less.” She blushed deeply at the last part. He smiled sweetly still staring into her eyes. “That’s not what I meant, I mean you have, but…the point is…oho…” she huffed. He knew he was supposed to stop her when she did that but he couldn’t help it, she was so cute when she got flustered.
“Have I ever mentioned how much I adore you.”
“Hmmm,” she giggled, smiling smugly. She loved this. This time, this moment, when she wasn’t thinking about anything else and she just knew that this was contentment. She reached out her arms and slid her hands around his neck and pulled him in close. They paused, face to face, one arm propping himself up, the other still lying motionless on her thigh. She smiled at him knowingly. He positioned himself more comfortably, placing one leg on either side of her. Removing his other hand, he slid it up her stomach and wrapped it around her back. She looked at him happily, feeling his heartbeat through her hands on his neck. Even though she had been in this position, and several others, with Oz, it always felt special. And exciting, like it was the first time. She pulled him in for a soft but breathtaking kiss. His lips were warm soft, pressing lightly against hers. When he pulled away, she could see the love and excitement in his eyes. They kissed again, this time more firm and wanting. Oz’s hand, cradling Willows body, made its way up her back. She shivered as his fingertips found her shoulder blades and slide down and up her back. She felt his mouth leave hers, but kept her eyes closed. A few seconds later she felt a trail of light kisses making their way around her neck. She trembled a little as she felt his mouth find her collarbone. She laid her head on the headboard for support.
“Owww.” Oz shot up.
“Are you ok? What happened,” he asked. Regaining his composure.
“I’m alright, it’s my…”she pointed to the hand that was holding the back of her head.
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry Willow. I forgot. That’s what I came over here for…and I forgot. I’m so sorry.” She smiled at her out of breath boyfriend. Sitting up quickly she grabbed him and kissed him briskly.
“It wasn’t just you,” she said cupping his face. He smiled slightly, still concerned. She stood up and slipped her feet into her slippers. “I’m gonna take a quick shower, ok.” He nodded watching her go. For a long while he just sat, staring in awe at the place where she had been. Finally, he stood up and walked out in the hall and stood in front of her door, still in shock that this wonderful person wanted him. The cool breeze rising up his leg startled him from his visions and he quickly looked down. He was standing on the air conditioning vent. He smiled brightly, Odessa who?
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Odessa sighed as she walked into the small hotel room. She tossed her bag on the bed and made her way towards the bathroom. She had spent the whole night at the beach, letting the waves splash up onto her toes and waiting for the sun to rise. It had been an incredible night, and she was glad she got to experience it. She smiled turning the shower knob. She stopped suddenly and turned around, looking up at the ceiling.
“I know,” she said, obviously alarmed. She paused again and looked around at the old water stained paneling above her head. “I’m just trying to be…I know that.” She replied sharply. Her normally wide eyes grew even wider with fear. “You don’t think I know that,” she said finally. “I was just trying to be thorough…get undercover.” Her voice was nothing more than a whisper now, betraying her thoughts. “Your right. I will,” she sighed. “I’ll do what I have to do.” She turned the knob back, not really in the mood to take a shower any more. “Time to get down to business.”
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“Xander quit it,” Buffy swatted his arm playfully. He was dancing around their table at the bronze playfully. “God,” she put her hand over her face and tried to look away. The past week hadn’t been as terrible as she imagined. She’d made sure she was constantly around her friends to keep her thoughts from wondering to taller, darker, and more brooding things. And it had worked. Xander had gone out of his way to be especially dorky, and besides for Willow’s missing attacker, it had been kinda slow in the slaying department. Willow also had been pretty giddy, Buffy assumed it was because of Oz. They were really lucky, that’s all she had to say. Willow was sitting stiffly in her chair, looking up at the girl onstage with Dingoes. She had told Buffy about the weird feeling she had about the girl, but Buffy only smiled. She didn’t like to think of all the things she was to blame for, if she did, she would drive herself insane. She knew Willow’s cautious behavior was all for the good, but she hated to think that she had made her even the least bit cynical. The girl seemed harmless enough, Buffy had seen her in daylight so there’s no chance she’s a coffin loving-demon of the night. But she told Willow she would keep an eye on her. That seemed to calm her down a little, but not enough to disregard the way everyone in the Bronze couldn’t take their eyes off her, including Oz. She had to admit the girl was beautiful. In fact her long midnight blue dress that swept the floor with long pieces of lace, complimented her blue eyes perfectly. She was sure the girl had blue eyes, it just seemed logical. Everything about her seemed to illuminate blue,* Like a wave, or a gust of wind.* She certainly didn’t seem too evil. Buffy looked up just in time to see Xander staring up at the stage, his eyes glossed over and a lopsided smile hanging loosely on his lips. And for a moment she felt a pang of jealousy.
“Hmmm,” she said. Xander turned around immediately.
“Shall I dance some more, milady,” he said bowing.
“No, no Xander. Really, I’d say you’ve danced enough for on day.” She patted the seat beside her. “Let’s just watch the show.”
When the set was over Buffy noticed Willow’s agitated face as Oz and the blonde whispered together, tossing glances at their table once in a while. After a few minutes of uncomfortable silence at the table Oz walked over with the blonde close behind him.
“Guys, this is Odessa.” He pushed her forward to introduce herself.
“Hi,” she said shyly. Extended her hand to Xander first, then Buffy.
“Your really great,” Xander said passively. “Really, I haven’t seen the Bronze this packed since, well, since…” he continued searching for the word.
“Ever,” Buffy finished for him. “Hi, I’m Buffy and this is Xander.” The girl smiled, turning red at the complement.
“Thank you,” she turned to Willow. “Oh hi, how are you? How’s your head?” Sympathy etched across her face.
“It’s better, thank you,” Willow said, setting her jaw.
“Oh that’s good,” she smiled and nodded turning back to Buffy and Xander. “It was great meeting all of you, really. Take care of yourself,” she said to Willow. The smile disappearing from her face. “By Oz.” She walked away, and Willow couldn’t help but notice how flawlessly she walked. Not a chance of tripping, or stumbling. She turned to Oz who had wrapped his arm protectively around her waist.
“That was nice of you to introduce her Oz,” Buffy said finishing her drink.
“Oh, well it wasn’t my idea. She said she wanted to meet you.”
“Why did she want to meet Buffy?”
"Can you feel it
I didn't mean it
Can I see you
What are we doin'
I think I love you
But i aint saying
Nothin' you dont know"
Continues
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