[fic] the love of a taciturn man
the love of a taciturn man
Fandom: Buffy
Rating: PG
Ship: Willow/Oz
Summary: Flannel pajamas, apple sauce, and kisslets.
A/N: 330 words. The title is silly, but it's a line from S3 that makes me giggle every time I hear it. Not much to do with Hanukkah except that it's set on Christmas Eve (during "Amends," in fact) and the two holidays often overlap.
Willow folded the miniskirt and the low-cut red top and put them on her dresser. "Bad, naughty clothes," she admonished, waggling her finger. "This is the me Oz likes."
Still, when she looked down at her pajamas, white flannel with yellow smiley faces, she sighed. She touched her flat breasts, ran her hands over her narrow hips. She wiggled her toes, smiled wanly at the purple nails with the rainbow decals.
"Okay, so I'm not a femme fatale. We can't all be. And…if there were more femme fatales, they wouldn't be half so alluring. But since there aren't more-"
Oz rapped softly on the bedroom door. "Can I come in?"
"Oh, sure!" said Willow brightly, but as the door opened she became very concerned with smoothing out the wrinkles in her pajamas.
"Hey." Oz curled a finger under her chin and lifted her face. "You have apple sauce on the tip of your nose." He leaned so close that his lashes brushed her skin, and licked the sauce away.
"Oh," said Willow inanely, still swiping at her pajamas. "Hmm. This is the me you like."
"It is. This is the you I like. Um. They look clean to me."
"Right." Willow forced her hands to be still. "I'm sorry about before. But it's just-"
He kissed her mouth.
"-the thing is, I'm nervous about Buffy and Angel and I want you to know-"
He kissed her mouth again.
"-all I meant was-"
He kissed her a third time, then before she could utter another word he said, "I could keep doing this. It's kind of nice. More than. Or…"
"Or…?" Willow prompted.
"Or we could do something else."
Her fingers found there way to the front of his shirt, curled around a fold, and held on. "This is nice. In fact…" She kissed him.
"That was nice," Oz agreed. "This might be…" He cupped her cheek and this time, when their lips met, they were kissing each other.
12/22/06
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And that concludes this year's series of Hanukkah drabbles! If you missed any, you can find them here. There's Firefly, Rent, Gundam Wing, Queer as Folk, Grey's Anatomy, Harry Potter, and The West Wing. This is Thistle reminding you to keep those candles lit, those dreidels spinning, and those latkes coming. Shalom! *collapses*
Fandom: Buffy
Rating: PG
Ship: Willow/Oz
Summary: Flannel pajamas, apple sauce, and kisslets.
A/N: 330 words. The title is silly, but it's a line from S3 that makes me giggle every time I hear it. Not much to do with Hanukkah except that it's set on Christmas Eve (during "Amends," in fact) and the two holidays often overlap.
Willow folded the miniskirt and the low-cut red top and put them on her dresser. "Bad, naughty clothes," she admonished, waggling her finger. "This is the me Oz likes."
Still, when she looked down at her pajamas, white flannel with yellow smiley faces, she sighed. She touched her flat breasts, ran her hands over her narrow hips. She wiggled her toes, smiled wanly at the purple nails with the rainbow decals.
"Okay, so I'm not a femme fatale. We can't all be. And…if there were more femme fatales, they wouldn't be half so alluring. But since there aren't more-"
Oz rapped softly on the bedroom door. "Can I come in?"
"Oh, sure!" said Willow brightly, but as the door opened she became very concerned with smoothing out the wrinkles in her pajamas.
"Hey." Oz curled a finger under her chin and lifted her face. "You have apple sauce on the tip of your nose." He leaned so close that his lashes brushed her skin, and licked the sauce away.
"Oh," said Willow inanely, still swiping at her pajamas. "Hmm. This is the me you like."
"It is. This is the you I like. Um. They look clean to me."
"Right." Willow forced her hands to be still. "I'm sorry about before. But it's just-"
He kissed her mouth.
"-the thing is, I'm nervous about Buffy and Angel and I want you to know-"
He kissed her mouth again.
"-all I meant was-"
He kissed her a third time, then before she could utter another word he said, "I could keep doing this. It's kind of nice. More than. Or…"
"Or…?" Willow prompted.
"Or we could do something else."
Her fingers found there way to the front of his shirt, curled around a fold, and held on. "This is nice. In fact…" She kissed him.
"That was nice," Oz agreed. "This might be…" He cupped her cheek and this time, when their lips met, they were kissing each other.
12/22/06
_____
And that concludes this year's series of Hanukkah drabbles! If you missed any, you can find them here. There's Firefly, Rent, Gundam Wing, Queer as Folk, Grey's Anatomy, Harry Potter, and The West Wing. This is Thistle reminding you to keep those candles lit, those dreidels spinning, and those latkes coming. Shalom! *collapses*