ficlet Oz/Xander for brandil
Brandi asked me for something with Oz and snow. I didn't really get mountains included here, sorry babe. But this is what came out. It's from my Dark Side of the Moon world. I hope you like.
Untitled Interlude
Pairing: Xander/Oz
Rating: PG-13 (I guess, maybe PG)
Mood: sappy *g*
Unbeta'd. All errors are mine.
He stood close to the window, feeling the cold air from outside, studying the snow which glistened in the moonlight. Two days to the full moon. He felt Xander press tight to his back, his arms wrapping around his waist. They fit so perfectly, so easily.
“Are you sure?” Xander asked. “You think I’m ready?”
Oz tipped his head to look up at Xander without moving from his embrace. “Yeah.” His eyes shone with happiness. He’d been waiting for this for ages. He turned back to the window, eyes focused again on the snow. Soon they’d be running free.
The moon was full, illuminating the field and the woods beyond as the two wolves frolicked in the snow. They were playing--fighting for fun, rolling around, pinning each other in the thick powder beneath them. Xander held Oz to the ground, teeth at his throat. There was a glint in Oz’s eyes that made Xander let go and run off into the woods. Oz followed him and found him lying beneath their tree. He curled up with his mate and they napped under the pine canopy.
Xander awoke mid-morning, Oz curled around him in their bed. He smiled at the memory of their night in the woods. They’d loped home in the early morning, just before dawn. Xander had been so happy out there, but Oz was right, he didn’t really want to sleep in the snow in human form. Naked. On a cold winter morning. The bed was much better suited. They’d come back to his room, made love, and drifted back to sleep. Now Xander lay there watching Oz. His face was relaxed, happy, a slight smile tugging at his lips as he dreamed. This was what Xander had been waiting for for ages.
Untitled Interlude
Pairing: Xander/Oz
Rating: PG-13 (I guess, maybe PG)
Mood: sappy *g*
Unbeta'd. All errors are mine.
He stood close to the window, feeling the cold air from outside, studying the snow which glistened in the moonlight. Two days to the full moon. He felt Xander press tight to his back, his arms wrapping around his waist. They fit so perfectly, so easily.
“Are you sure?” Xander asked. “You think I’m ready?”
Oz tipped his head to look up at Xander without moving from his embrace. “Yeah.” His eyes shone with happiness. He’d been waiting for this for ages. He turned back to the window, eyes focused again on the snow. Soon they’d be running free.
The moon was full, illuminating the field and the woods beyond as the two wolves frolicked in the snow. They were playing--fighting for fun, rolling around, pinning each other in the thick powder beneath them. Xander held Oz to the ground, teeth at his throat. There was a glint in Oz’s eyes that made Xander let go and run off into the woods. Oz followed him and found him lying beneath their tree. He curled up with his mate and they napped under the pine canopy.
Xander awoke mid-morning, Oz curled around him in their bed. He smiled at the memory of their night in the woods. They’d loped home in the early morning, just before dawn. Xander had been so happy out there, but Oz was right, he didn’t really want to sleep in the snow in human form. Naked. On a cold winter morning. The bed was much better suited. They’d come back to his room, made love, and drifted back to sleep. Now Xander lay there watching Oz. His face was relaxed, happy, a slight smile tugging at his lips as he dreamed. This was what Xander had been waiting for for ages.