Guitar Strings (Oz/Phantom Dennis, PG)
Title: Guitar Strings
Author: frk_werewolf
Fandom: Buffy
paranormal25 Prompt #11: Radiant Boys ( table)
Pairing: semi-Oz/Phantom Dennis, Oz/Cordy friendship
Rating: PG
Word Count: 630
Summary: Oz has a strange conversation with Phantom Dennis.
Oz was sitting in the living room of Cordelia's apartment, guitar on the table in front of him. He was carefully removing one of the broken strings, eyes narrowed in concentration. He could hear Cordelia in her bedroom, arguing over the phone. It brought a smile to his face. Ever since their random encounter last week and Cordelia insistence that he stay with her for the duration of the full moon, Oz had begun to appreciate the little things about Cordelia.
Like the fact that she could make the representative of the phone company cry when they made a mistake on her bill.
With the musical tone of Cordelia in a bad mood to light the way, Oz strummed the remaining guitar strings. Leaning back he reached for the new string, uncoiling it as he moved. He narrowed his eyes at the string, trying to keep it from tangling. He looked up, frowning, when his guitar emitted a single note.
"Dennis?" Oz asked. The guitar let out another note, the wound echoing through the room. Oz wasn't sure what to say. He'd never taken much thought to the phantom boy living in Cordelia's apartment. He knew Dennis' history, that his mother had stuck him in the wall, effectively killing him.
Another note was struck.
"What's up?" Oz found himself asking. He felt something brush his shoulder, trailing up to touch his neck. A shiver ran down Oz's spine. "Lonely, huh?"
A couple of strings were plucked, emitting low notes. It was obvious Dennis didn't know how to play a guitar, but the tone was enough for Oz to understand.
"Yeah, I know the feeling," Oz admitted. Though, maybe not. Being killed by a man's own mother was pretty traumatizing. Oz would take being a werewolf over that, any day.
Oz didn't move as he felt another brush of pressure against his neck. It sent a chill across his skin, making the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. He held his breath, not saying a word as the touch seemed to move downward, melting past the barrier of his shirt to touch the soft skin of his back.
He didn't know why he did it, but Oz found himself scooting closer to the edge of the sofa, giving Dennis more room to touch his back. Another touch added to the first, sliding against the sides of his body. He felt something touch his check, almost like Dennis was nuzzling his face. Oz closed his eyes, unsure of whether he should be enjoying this and if he should tell Dennis to stop.
"...Oz?" Cordelia's voice asked. Oz's eyes snapped open and he looked up at her, finding down the urge to blush as she raised an eyebrow. "What were you doing?"
"Nothing," Oz replied.
"That didn't look like nothing," Cordelia commented. Her eyes darted around the room, as though looking for some sign as to what would explain the expression he suspected had been on his face. Oz had a feeling she was looking for some strange female hiding behind a chair. "Uh-huh, okay, don't tell me, but I'll find out eventually. Got it, mister?"
"Yes, ma'am," Oz agreed.
Cordelia nodded and turned back to the door leading to her room, before pausing and looking back at him. "Have you seen Dennis?"
"Seen?" Oz repeated. He managed not to jerk when a soft touch told him that Dennis was still near him.
"Seen, heard, felt, whatever!" Cordelia rolled her eyes. "Well? Have you?"
"Uh, earlier," Oz said. "He was playing with my guitar...earlier."
Oz didn't say anything more. Cordelia made an annoyed noise and went back into the bedroom. Oz let out a breath, then a sound of shock and arousal as Dennis thread ghost fingers through his hair.
Author: frk_werewolf
Fandom: Buffy
paranormal25 Prompt #11: Radiant Boys ( table)
Pairing: semi-Oz/Phantom Dennis, Oz/Cordy friendship
Rating: PG
Word Count: 630
Summary: Oz has a strange conversation with Phantom Dennis.
Oz was sitting in the living room of Cordelia's apartment, guitar on the table in front of him. He was carefully removing one of the broken strings, eyes narrowed in concentration. He could hear Cordelia in her bedroom, arguing over the phone. It brought a smile to his face. Ever since their random encounter last week and Cordelia insistence that he stay with her for the duration of the full moon, Oz had begun to appreciate the little things about Cordelia.
Like the fact that she could make the representative of the phone company cry when they made a mistake on her bill.
With the musical tone of Cordelia in a bad mood to light the way, Oz strummed the remaining guitar strings. Leaning back he reached for the new string, uncoiling it as he moved. He narrowed his eyes at the string, trying to keep it from tangling. He looked up, frowning, when his guitar emitted a single note.
"Dennis?" Oz asked. The guitar let out another note, the wound echoing through the room. Oz wasn't sure what to say. He'd never taken much thought to the phantom boy living in Cordelia's apartment. He knew Dennis' history, that his mother had stuck him in the wall, effectively killing him.
Another note was struck.
"What's up?" Oz found himself asking. He felt something brush his shoulder, trailing up to touch his neck. A shiver ran down Oz's spine. "Lonely, huh?"
A couple of strings were plucked, emitting low notes. It was obvious Dennis didn't know how to play a guitar, but the tone was enough for Oz to understand.
"Yeah, I know the feeling," Oz admitted. Though, maybe not. Being killed by a man's own mother was pretty traumatizing. Oz would take being a werewolf over that, any day.
Oz didn't move as he felt another brush of pressure against his neck. It sent a chill across his skin, making the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. He held his breath, not saying a word as the touch seemed to move downward, melting past the barrier of his shirt to touch the soft skin of his back.
He didn't know why he did it, but Oz found himself scooting closer to the edge of the sofa, giving Dennis more room to touch his back. Another touch added to the first, sliding against the sides of his body. He felt something touch his check, almost like Dennis was nuzzling his face. Oz closed his eyes, unsure of whether he should be enjoying this and if he should tell Dennis to stop.
"...Oz?" Cordelia's voice asked. Oz's eyes snapped open and he looked up at her, finding down the urge to blush as she raised an eyebrow. "What were you doing?"
"Nothing," Oz replied.
"That didn't look like nothing," Cordelia commented. Her eyes darted around the room, as though looking for some sign as to what would explain the expression he suspected had been on his face. Oz had a feeling she was looking for some strange female hiding behind a chair. "Uh-huh, okay, don't tell me, but I'll find out eventually. Got it, mister?"
"Yes, ma'am," Oz agreed.
Cordelia nodded and turned back to the door leading to her room, before pausing and looking back at him. "Have you seen Dennis?"
"Seen?" Oz repeated. He managed not to jerk when a soft touch told him that Dennis was still near him.
"Seen, heard, felt, whatever!" Cordelia rolled her eyes. "Well? Have you?"
"Uh, earlier," Oz said. "He was playing with my guitar...earlier."
Oz didn't say anything more. Cordelia made an annoyed noise and went back into the bedroom. Oz let out a breath, then a sound of shock and arousal as Dennis thread ghost fingers through his hair.