Rescue me.
Going to college in Sunnydale has proven itself to be pretty weird. I didn't really expect it to go differently. It was like going to high school in Sunnydale -- with more breaks in between classes, and a bigger campus. Still, it wasn't turning out to be the big life-threatening ordeal I thought it would be. Cool. I'm down with that. I do value the
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It was one of those deceptively shiney days that always seemed to get us into trouble with the demons and distasters it hid, and I couldn't help but think of Buffy. We hadn't talked much the past few days - pretty much not at all post Anya visit - and I missed her. I loved college, I did. All the books and the knowledge and the libraries that people actually liked to visit were wonderful. But one of my biggest reasons for staying here was Buffy. Xander too. And the fact that I knew I could help. Only I had hardly seen my friends since classes began, and the unhelpful feelings seemed to be filling that friend-sized void.
Not to mention the definite lack of boyfriend....
"Oz!"
I thought of him, and then there he was! In all his make me smile feel betterness. That is how wonderful he is ( ... )
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Hark. Methinks I hear a Willow. Could it be? Has my adoring girlfriend come to rescue me?
"You have really good timing, you know that?"
I looked up at her and smiled. She was just so good. She had this great way of knowing just when I needed a little Willow time and showing up. If she hadn't been sitting across from me, I would have given her the customary kiss on the cheek, but instead I settled for reaching out for her hand and a short, one-sided round of footsie.
"I could say the same for you. I was just thinking I could use a Willow-brand pick-me-up. What have you been up to all day?" It was the first time I'd seen her since lunchtime the day before. College seemed to be keeping the both of us on our toes. Unfortunately, that also meant it was keeping us away from each other. Not good. If I wasn't careful, some other future rockstar might come steal her away from me.
We can't have that.
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"Classes, classes and -- classes," I grinned reaching my hands across the stone table so that they were now that much closer to Oz. Most people would have uttered those words, or rather that one word repeated three times, with that 'tone' in their voice. The one that Buffy did so well.
But if there was any extra special tone in my voice, well it could only be enjoyment. But my love for this place, these buidings and these books in well known.
"This is better though," my head ducked softly, before pulling up to smile at Oz again.
"So much better."
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She's so cute when she's scholarly.
I grinned and put my hand over hers, giving it a light squeeze as I leaned against the table to get closer. We couldn't make it easy and just sit on the same side. Besides, that's not nearly cute enough. Sitting across from each other allows for doe-eyes and footsie. I'm a big fan of the footsie.
"I agree. This is way better," I told her. "Less number crunching. And I don't have to worry about using proper grammar. And then there's the part where I get to spend time with you, which, as we all know, is my most favorite thing to do." I smirked, leaning forward a little more and putting my other hand out, taking her hand in both of mine.
"Got any plans for the rest of the day, or can I steal a few hours of your time?"
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"I agree. This is way better. Less number crunching. And I don't have to worry about using proper grammar. And then there's the part where I get to spend time with you, which, as we all know, is my most favorite thing to do."
"Me too," I enjoyed the feel of his hands before realizing I was simply agreement girl there. "And mine too." There, that was better. If onlt because Oz knew what I meant.
"Got any plans for the rest of the day, or can I steal a few hours of your time?"
"You know you don't have to ask," I grinned. "Or...thieve."
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"I know," I admitted, grinning again. We both seemed to do a lot of grinning when we were together. "I just like the way it sounds. It makes me sound suave. Debonair. About as debonair as I can get, anyway. Does anyone even use that word anymore?"
I got up from my side of the table and abandoned my calculus homework, circling around to Willow's side and hugging her from behind. It had been too long since my last Willow-hug. I was going through withdrawal.
Seriously.
"So." I kissed her cheek and smiled a little. "Feel like accompanying me to the Espresso Pump? No Dingoes practice tonight. We could go, get a drink... then decide what else to do from there. I think I owe you a night out. It's been awhile since we've had time for one."
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"You do," I said softly ," and that is enough for me. It makes it sort of Oz to Willow exclusive. So don't go encouraging its use alright? I mean, ti's not like anyone has to learn it for the SATs anmore."
I leaned forward to whisper, as if I had some great secret to share.
"I mean -- we are past that now, right?"
"So. Feel like accompanying me to the Espresso Pump? No Dingoes practice tonight. We could go, get a drink... then decide what else to do from there. I think I owe you a night out. It's been awhile since we've had time for one."
For a while I was just content to lean back into Oz's arms, resting my head against him and silently smiling. Finally I tilted my chin up to gaze at him above me.
"Yes," I agreed easily. "Yes as in I think you are right, you do owe...and well let's just leave it at yes. Yes."
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