A Werewolf in Love Oz/Willow drabble on the first time they kissed. What was going through Oz's mind? Well you're about to find out. By WatsWitDaMonkey
I looked at Willow and smiled. She still loved me even though I was a werewolf. She turned to walk away and I continued to smile to myself. I turned but looked over my shoulder one last time at her and saw her turn around and come back to me. Our lips came into contact with each other and it was exactly how I imagined it.
Freeze-Frame: Willow kissage.
I didn't know what to do or where to put my hands, I raised them up for a moment but then put them down awkwardly. I felt her smile as she broke apart from me and walked away. It was amazing. A literally amazing kiss. Absolutely nothing could compare. Not the taste of fresh strawberries or the sensation of playing guitar on stage and having the whole crowd cheer for you. Not anything. It had only lasted a few seconds but they were the most perfect few seconds of my life. I wanted to take the time and bask in the taste of Willow's lipgloss, to soak up the lingering feel of her lips. I wanted to memorize every moment of what had just happened. I suddenly laughed to myself as a thought came across my mind, "A werewolf in love," I said to myself as I gazed after Willow. I turned away, still smiling like an idiot, and gathered my things to go home.