You do Something to Me (Part 2 of ?) (Willow/Oz)
Title: You Do Something to Me (Part 2 of ?)
Rated: G
For:
thspace_between
who wanted
Pairing: Willow/Oz
Rating range: (flexibility would be a plus :D) Hmm...I want something sexy... maybe a mild NC17 (doesnt have to be graphic...just alluded to)
Timeline: Take as long as you need
Two or three things you would like to see in the fic: After Chosen, Oz getting all protective and uncharacteristically threatening Kennedy when she tries to hurt Willow, Willow and Oz doing something sexy for a change (can be sex but make it romantic if so)
Things you do NOT want in the fic: No-one else overshadowing Willow/Oz
Other Comments: Umm...have fun and thank you?
Oz heard the sound before Willow did. Of course with his overly acute hearing it was hard not to pick something like that up. Sometimes he cursed that ability. Especially the time Larry brought a dog whistle into class because he thought it was broken. Oz had a splitting headache for the rest of the week.
He caught her scent next. Kennedy was back. He moved softly, not wanting to wake Willow whose head had found the perfect spot on his shoulder. The spot of the shoulder that you realize was made for someone you love.
Moving away from Willow he noted, with surprise, that she didn't move. He shook his head and went to look for Kennedy. He found her outside, walking towards the front door.
"Hello." Oz was the master of conveying everything in a word. Xander had tried time and time again to figure out how Oz could say so much without saying anything at all. This hello was "what are you doing", "you're not welcome" and "you'd better be glad I don't make kibble out of you before you get a chance to respond" all in one.
Kennedy's stance was tight, her fingers curled around a short battle axe. "Don't try to stop me werewolf or I'll be forced to dispatch with your scrawny hide."
Oz was half-amused. Sure he was short, but he hadn't been the one pinned to the floor early that evening. The full moon glowed overhead and Oz' eyes flickered slightly. "I don't know what's going on between you and Willow."
Kennedy started to reply but Oz held a hand up. "And I don't WANT to know... but you hurt Willow again, I'll make sure the only part of you they find is your hands and feet."
Kennedy pursed her lips and hesitated. Even armed she wasn't sure she wanted to wrestle Oz at full strength. Finally she left, not another word or action and Oz smiled slightly.
Willow never knew about the interaction. Oz didn't think it was necessary to tell her she had been through a lot already. When he laid back with her on the couch his last thought before falling asleep was... "did I just threaten a slayer?"
Rated: G
For:
thspace_between
who wanted
Pairing: Willow/Oz
Rating range: (flexibility would be a plus :D) Hmm...I want something sexy... maybe a mild NC17 (doesnt have to be graphic...just alluded to)
Timeline: Take as long as you need
Two or three things you would like to see in the fic: After Chosen, Oz getting all protective and uncharacteristically threatening Kennedy when she tries to hurt Willow, Willow and Oz doing something sexy for a change (can be sex but make it romantic if so)
Things you do NOT want in the fic: No-one else overshadowing Willow/Oz
Other Comments: Umm...have fun and thank you?
Oz heard the sound before Willow did. Of course with his overly acute hearing it was hard not to pick something like that up. Sometimes he cursed that ability. Especially the time Larry brought a dog whistle into class because he thought it was broken. Oz had a splitting headache for the rest of the week.
He caught her scent next. Kennedy was back. He moved softly, not wanting to wake Willow whose head had found the perfect spot on his shoulder. The spot of the shoulder that you realize was made for someone you love.
Moving away from Willow he noted, with surprise, that she didn't move. He shook his head and went to look for Kennedy. He found her outside, walking towards the front door.
"Hello." Oz was the master of conveying everything in a word. Xander had tried time and time again to figure out how Oz could say so much without saying anything at all. This hello was "what are you doing", "you're not welcome" and "you'd better be glad I don't make kibble out of you before you get a chance to respond" all in one.
Kennedy's stance was tight, her fingers curled around a short battle axe. "Don't try to stop me werewolf or I'll be forced to dispatch with your scrawny hide."
Oz was half-amused. Sure he was short, but he hadn't been the one pinned to the floor early that evening. The full moon glowed overhead and Oz' eyes flickered slightly. "I don't know what's going on between you and Willow."
Kennedy started to reply but Oz held a hand up. "And I don't WANT to know... but you hurt Willow again, I'll make sure the only part of you they find is your hands and feet."
Kennedy pursed her lips and hesitated. Even armed she wasn't sure she wanted to wrestle Oz at full strength. Finally she left, not another word or action and Oz smiled slightly.
Willow never knew about the interaction. Oz didn't think it was necessary to tell her she had been through a lot already. When he laid back with her on the couch his last thought before falling asleep was... "did I just threaten a slayer?"