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Sunnydale, 10/2001: Flooded, part 2

Aug 07, 2004 14:58

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( The difference between despair/And fear, is like the one/Between the instant of a wreck,/And when the wreck has been. )

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kindkit August 7 2004, 21:49:13 UTC

Giles glances at Willow, who looks innocent, unaware, as though she meant nothing by sending Oz to face a dead demon and a vampire. Her eyes meet his, calmly, and as he starts to feel himself scowling, he looks away. There's no objection he can rationally make, and he can't, he realizes, protect Oz from Sunnydale except by excluding him. Oz, on his way to the basement stairs, touches Giles' arm, but Giles isn't sure if he's offering reassurance or seeking it ( ... )

glossing August 7 2004, 22:23:41 UTC

"Wow," Oz says, stopping halfway down the stairs. Xander bumps into him with an oof and rapid pull away, followed by an apologetic pat on the shoulder. "Check this out. Like the Captain Nemo ride at Disneyworld ( ... )

kindkit August 7 2004, 23:21:53 UTC

Hoovering makes Giles feel more at ease than anything has so far. At home, he or Oz hoovers the rugs every day, since they both like things clean. He's come to love the daily chores, dusting and washing-up, that keep the flat pleasant and welcoming. Home ( ... )

glossing August 7 2004, 23:28:40 UTC

Spike volunteered to butcher, so Xander and Oz took hauling duty. Xander backs up toward the back door and Dawn darts past them to open up ( ... )

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glossing August 10 2004, 02:34:12 UTC

In the silence, the waitress refills both their mugs of coffee and Oz finishes his bacon. "No," he says. Love and history and Giles are feeling too heavy, so he goes for a tease. "But the sex is really, really good ( ... )

kindkit August 10 2004, 03:43:50 UTC

Oz's chin is resting on Giles' shoulder, his face in Giles' neck, and he's taking long deep breaths. Sniffing him. "I've missed you too," Giles says, and turns to wrap his arms around Oz's waist, press his nose into a clean t-shirt. Nothing but the scent of detergent, until Oz bends down again and Giles can smell Oz's skin and his own cologne on it. Oz must have put some on, as he does sometimes ( ... )

glossing August 11 2004, 19:58:05 UTC

The kiss still sparking through his mouth and over his lips, Oz squeezes the back of Giles' neck and nods again. "Beach's good. Little sun, little surf ( ... )

kindkit August 11 2004, 21:55:53 UTC

Giles takes off his glasses and lets Oz coat his face, which feels a bit tight from this morning's sun, with a thick layer of cream. Oz has already moved on to his neck before Giles realizes that he could, in fact, have done this himself. But this is nicer. "You know, I've never been here before," Giles says, pushing up the sleeves of his jumper and holding out an arm for Oz to work on. He went to the pier a couple of times, investigating one demon or another, but that's strictly for teenagers and he was never tempted to stay. Glasses back on, Giles looks at the steep rocky slope leading down to a narrow stretch of sand. "It's pretty ( ... )

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