The Fear That Comes in Coincidence
Willow shifted slightly under the heavy quilt, laid her head on Remus's chest. Suddenly, she was reminded of her senior year, her and Oz in her bed in the exact same position she and Remus were in now. She laughed slightly at the parallelism. Ending up with another werewolf certainly hadn't been her plan. She wished she could find Oz, help provide him witht eh potion that she and Remus carefully brewed every month.
She felt Remus stir, wake, wrap his arms tighter around her. He looked down at her, eyelids weighted with sleep, "Good morning," he said softly, his hands in her hair.
She smiled widely up at him.
"Is this a quiet moment?" he asked. The phrase struck her quickly. Willow wondered is she was simply thinking too hard about that first time with Oz. Something in her, though, was worried. Worried that this meant that her relationship with Remus was going to follow the same path as with Oz. 'Crazier things have happened.' she thought.
Remus kissed the top of her head and slid off of the bed, his lean frame flexing and stretching as he pulled on a sweater. She told herself not to be stupid, that she was different now, the circumstances were different. Remus sat ont he edge of the bed and started rubbing her back.
"Breakfast?" he asked, his liquid brown eyes like polished wood, gleaming. "Or are we still being quiet?"
She sat up, stared around at their sparsely furnished, tidy bedroom. She looked at him, flipping her hair out of her eyes.
"Do you like Barry White?" she asked abruptly.
"Who?" he replied, perplexed but still smiling at her affectionately.
"Nothing," she said, a cheerful smile on her face. The room did not smell of fear, of frantic longing. It was fresh and calm and clean. He wasn't Oz; she wasn't a child. The circumstances were different. And that was a very good thing.
