You Do Something to Me (Part 3)
Title: You Do Something to Me (Part 3 of ?)
Rated: G
For: thspace_between
who wanted
Pairing: Willow/Oz
Rating range: (flexibility would be a plus :D) Hmm...I want something sexy... maybe a mild NC17 (doesnt have to be graphic...just alluded to)
Timeline: Take as long as you need
Two or three things you would like to see in the fic: After Chosen, Oz getting all protective and uncharacteristically threatening Kennedy when she tries to hurt Willow, Willow and Oz doing something sexy for a change (can be sex but make it romantic if so)
Things you do NOT want in the fic: No-one else overshadowing Willow/Oz
Other Comments: Umm...have fun and thank you?
Written for
holiday_btvs
The next morning was sunny. The benefit of being in South America Oz thought. Willow had moved into the kitchen shortly after getting up and he just watched her move. He'd missed watching her. Seeing her from afar reminded him of highschool, catching glimpses of her every so often - wondering who she was. Now he was wondering again. He hadn't seen her in years. She was the same. She was different. In a perfect world he could lie and say they had kept in touch, that he knew what she went through with Tara. He could say a lot of things that made him sound like more of a gentleman, but the truth is he did nothing and now there was a familiar stranger in front of him.
It scared him.
He pulled out one of the chairs from the kitchen table. "So..." Willow turned and he paused. This was more difficult than he had thought. "How's things been..."
"Good," Willow shrugged. "fell in love with the girl of my dreams, she died, I went evil.. tried to end the world. Then the world really was ending and I became the good witch of the north, every potential slayer in the world is now a real slayer and my hair goes white sometimes."
"I'm trying to think of an answer to that, but nothings coming."
Willow gave him a small smile.
"Wasn't it easier when you could boil down everything to non-supernatural events?" Oz placed his hands on his thighs.
"Yes, but not as epic." Willow turned back to the stove. "You want pancakes?"
She turned back when she didn't hear anything and Oz was inches away from her face. "I don't want to be awkward. I..."
"Should go...?" Willow looked at him, her upper lip quivering.
"Yeah, I can't..."
"Stop falling in love with me?" She moved closer.
"Yeah," Oz jerked back slightly. "And you've been through..."
"Hell?"
"Yes."
"What else is new?" She wrapped her hands around his neck and pulled him close, kissing him with a warmth he hadn't felt in... well a long time. He moved closer, wrapping his arms around her body and feeling her.
He shook his head clearing his rising emotions. Resting his forehead on hers he said softly. "This is wrong."
"Why? Goddess Oz. Why is it wrong?" He watched tears spring to her eyes. "I have always loved you. I ache when I'm around you. Other than Tara there is no one on this planet I have loved like I love you. Tell me I'm hurt, tell me I'm vulnerable.Tell me it's because of the over commercialization of Valentine's Day. Tell me we're never going to be together forever. I don't care. I just... I just want you to kiss me."
So he did.
Rated: G
For: thspace_between
who wanted
Pairing: Willow/Oz
Rating range: (flexibility would be a plus :D) Hmm...I want something sexy... maybe a mild NC17 (doesnt have to be graphic...just alluded to)
Timeline: Take as long as you need
Two or three things you would like to see in the fic: After Chosen, Oz getting all protective and uncharacteristically threatening Kennedy when she tries to hurt Willow, Willow and Oz doing something sexy for a change (can be sex but make it romantic if so)
Things you do NOT want in the fic: No-one else overshadowing Willow/Oz
Other Comments: Umm...have fun and thank you?
Written for
holiday_btvs
The next morning was sunny. The benefit of being in South America Oz thought. Willow had moved into the kitchen shortly after getting up and he just watched her move. He'd missed watching her. Seeing her from afar reminded him of highschool, catching glimpses of her every so often - wondering who she was. Now he was wondering again. He hadn't seen her in years. She was the same. She was different. In a perfect world he could lie and say they had kept in touch, that he knew what she went through with Tara. He could say a lot of things that made him sound like more of a gentleman, but the truth is he did nothing and now there was a familiar stranger in front of him.
It scared him.
He pulled out one of the chairs from the kitchen table. "So..." Willow turned and he paused. This was more difficult than he had thought. "How's things been..."
"Good," Willow shrugged. "fell in love with the girl of my dreams, she died, I went evil.. tried to end the world. Then the world really was ending and I became the good witch of the north, every potential slayer in the world is now a real slayer and my hair goes white sometimes."
"I'm trying to think of an answer to that, but nothings coming."
Willow gave him a small smile.
"Wasn't it easier when you could boil down everything to non-supernatural events?" Oz placed his hands on his thighs.
"Yes, but not as epic." Willow turned back to the stove. "You want pancakes?"
She turned back when she didn't hear anything and Oz was inches away from her face. "I don't want to be awkward. I..."
"Should go...?" Willow looked at him, her upper lip quivering.
"Yeah, I can't..."
"Stop falling in love with me?" She moved closer.
"Yeah," Oz jerked back slightly. "And you've been through..."
"Hell?"
"Yes."
"What else is new?" She wrapped her hands around his neck and pulled him close, kissing him with a warmth he hadn't felt in... well a long time. He moved closer, wrapping his arms around her body and feeling her.
He shook his head clearing his rising emotions. Resting his forehead on hers he said softly. "This is wrong."
"Why? Goddess Oz. Why is it wrong?" He watched tears spring to her eyes. "I have always loved you. I ache when I'm around you. Other than Tara there is no one on this planet I have loved like I love you. Tell me I'm hurt, tell me I'm vulnerable.Tell me it's because of the over commercialization of Valentine's Day. Tell me we're never going to be together forever. I don't care. I just... I just want you to kiss me."
So he did.