Ficlet for challenge #5.
Buffy looked uncomfortable. Dawn squealed and hugged them both. Giles cleaned his glasses. All well and good, but this is the big one, the doozy, the real deal-- Xander makes himself stop thinking of rhymey cliches and focus on Willow, her eyes wide as she looks from one to the other of them. Oz's arm, his body, press close and warm into Xander's side on the couch.
It's been three months since Oz found him in a bar in Johannesburg, two since Xander brought him back to Giles', one since Oz kissed him warm and sweet against the kitchen counter and Xander discovered a whole new side of himself.
Willow bites her lip. Is she gonna cry? Yell? Induct them into some secret club of gayness? Will he have to wear things with rainbows on them?
"You know," she says finally. Wry smile, lifted chin. "If you guys had figured this out in twelfth grade it would've made my life a whole lot easier."
It's been three months since Oz found him in a bar in Johannesburg, two since Xander brought him back to Giles', one since Oz kissed him warm and sweet against the kitchen counter and Xander discovered a whole new side of himself.
Willow bites her lip. Is she gonna cry? Yell? Induct them into some secret club of gayness? Will he have to wear things with rainbows on them?
"You know," she says finally. Wry smile, lifted chin. "If you guys had figured this out in twelfth grade it would've made my life a whole lot easier."