Conversation with God
Authors: Karen (Coe42@aol.com) and Pixie (SuperPixie@aol.com)
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Fear, Itself
Summary: Willow and Oz post-Fear, Itself. Fluffy.
Feedback: Yes, please.
Disclaimer: Joss.
No gods were harmed during the making of this fic.
The house was behind them. The scary fear demon who turned out to be kinda small and pathetic had been smushed by a slayer foot. "Ooh. My tummy." Willow complained.
Oz glanced at her gently. There was a haunted look in his green eyes but it faded when she grumbled. "Giles candy, bad."
"I better get you home." Oz walked Willow across the campus to the Dingo house.He walked her carefully up the stairs and into his room which was basically theirs. On the way up, he caught several clandestine smiles.
Oz gave her a sideways glance, "Will, you're looking fairly ache free."
Willow smiled, "Yeah but boy I probably COULD be achey. You better take care of me."
He gently helped her onto the bed. Oz half smiled, "Just in case real aches show up?"
Willow flashed him an innocent look. "I'm all about prevention."
"I'm not one to go against convention." Oz stated. Willow was failing miserably at playing innocent, sick person.
Willow was content to lie back against the pillows for a moment, basking in Oz care.
"You don't look so good either, Oz." Willow began, "I mean how much candy did you eat?"
"Oh, at least as much as you. Half so much as Xander." Oz stood next to the bed, playing along, "Giles was scary."
"I'm scared." Willow stated. Her eyes were hopeful. But Oz also caught a little bit of residual fear in her eyes. The Halloween party from hell had scared all of them.
Oz remembered losing control and hiding in the bathtub. "We should huddle."
"I'm all for huddling." Willow brightened, chasing shadows from her eyes.
"Will?" Oz climbed onto the bed and sat across from her.
"Oz." She smiled coyly.
Oz leaned in to kiss her.
Willow stopped him, "Oz?"
Intent on Willow's scent in his bed, Oz had to drag himself down to the level of speech. "Hm?"
"What happened tonight?" Her eyes were intense. Oz couldn't look at them. He wasn't sure he wanted to talk about what had happened, how he had lost it.
"Tonight."
She knew he was stalling and she wasn't letting it go. "I want to know what happened to you."
Oz was distinctly uncomfortable. But Willow deserved some kind of answer. Puzzling out a way to explain the mind numbing panic, Oz frowned. "Remember the darkness, I told you about?"
Willow sat up. He could tell she remembered the time he had warned her about power and it's effects. "The scary wolfy place?"
"I go deep down inside and I touch it." Oz forced his body to remain calm. "This time it touched me." *And scared the hell out of me.*
Willow was silent. He could tell she was thinking it over as she bit at her lip."I think, I think it touched me too 'cause I could feel you all scared."
Oz looked up into her eyes and touched her hair, "I don't want it to touch you. I want to be the only one who touches you."
"Everything you do touches me."
Oz was overcome with emotions. He tried for several seconds to force his mouth to say anything. All that came out was a breathy, "Will."
Willow's face scrunched up. "Oz, the wolf isn't just a part of you now it's part of me too. 'Cause you're with me all the time. But not in a creepy way."
Oz laughed. "I don't want to scare you. So if I get creepy, tell me."
"You're not creepy." Willow told him earnestly. "You're the anti-creep."
Trying to get the subject away from himself before he started blushing, Oz complimented her. "You know you're incredibly beautiful when your tummy aches..."
Willow dismissed herself with a wave, "Oh it's good to know I'm attractive to you when I'm barfy."
Oz stared at her intently. She really had no idea how she affected him. "You are so far beyond attractive."
Willow blushed. Then dragged the conversation back to him, "Well... you're God. You can't beat that."
Oz looked down at the sticker, "It's a high pressure job."
"Well you have to be God of everything. Not just of cool hair. Which you've got down. I think you're doing a pretty good job." Willow sat back against the head board.
"Am I?" Oz raised an eyebrow.
"Yep. I mean, you perform well in several different areas." Willow waved her hand at Oz, as if he would know exactly what areas he excelled in.
"Hair."
Willow rolled her eyes and said, "You've got the creativity angle down. You know, God has to be creative and you do the music thing."
Still not comfortable with compliments, Oz teased, "The music is more of a destruction thing, harmonies murdered, chords butchered, a slaughter almost."
"Shush I'm complimenting you. Where was I. Music. Right. You also have excellent hygeine, a god must." Willow gave him a winning smile.
"Hygiene." Oz stated flatly.
Willow ran a hand along his arm. "Yes. Your skin is nice. Your breath is nice, and I have it on good authority that you shower daily."
Oz was embarrassed now. "And modest?"
Willow shushed him again with her hand over his mouth. "I'm getting to the good parts. Okay. So you've got the hygeine down. Which leads inadvertently to the intelligence factor. 'Cause God should be smart 'cause he's God. And you're darn smart."
She let go of his mouth as she thought more comparisons up. Oz felt the need to burst her "'intelligence' theory. "I repeated senior year."
"Hey that takes skill. Where were we. Intelligence. Right. Um that leads to... kissing." Willow's eyes slid half closed, incredibly sexy.
"Kissing."
"You're good at it. Actually, highly above average." Willow pursed her lips, "I'd place you in the 99th percentile for kissers, actually. Not that I have much experience but I can say without a doubt that you're just that good."
Oz stared at her intently. All this talk about kissing made him want to kiss, a lot. He leaned in to kiss her.
She pulled away, laughing. "I'm not done yet. I still haven't covered sex..."
Oz gave her an almost frustrated expression. "Cover sex?" Raising an eyebrow, Oz glanced down hopefully at the covers they were sitting on.
Willow smiled wickedly. "Yes. Sex. You're good at sex. Hence, you fulfill the God requirement."
"I'm not good at sex." Oz gave her a charming once over.
"Um, I think I would know mister." She placed her hand on Oz's leg.
Oz placed a hand on top of hers. He gave her his best earnest expression, "No, I'm terrible. I think practice..Might. Help."
Willow raised an eyebrow. "Well I suppose bettering oneself is always an option."
"Options are good." Oz was liking the way this conversation was progressing. He also liked how beautiful Willow looked sitting on the bed with her beautiful green eyes and gorgeous lips.
"I like that option." Willow's hand trailed up Oz's leg and settled on his waist.
Remembering why they were there, Oz asked her gently, "How's your stomach?"
"Oh I think it's settled." Willow inched closer to Oz, her eyes half closed.
"If not I could fix it." Oz pointed to his tag, his Halloween costume with 'God' written on it.
She touched the tag. "'Cause you're God."
Oz tore the sticky tape loose and the 'Hello my name is: God' tag drifted off to the floor. He suddenly didn't want to be anyone other than himself. "I'm Oz."
"How could I forget?"
"I can remind you?" Oz asked, coy.
"Please do." Willow leaned forward and kissed Oz.
End.