Author: Emilie
Rating: F for FLUFF. *Some Language.*
Disclaimer: Don't own them. Don't sue me or you'll make me cry.
Distribution: http://www.emiliekitten.com
For Pixie. She wanted fluff. This is freakin' fluffy.
Willow rolled over and stared at Oz. It was almost 5am and they would have to go to psych class in less then three hours. As if on queue Oz opened his eyes and Willow grinned, he seemed to sense when she was thinking thoughts that depressed her. "Morning." She whispered in a soft tone Oz responded by reaching out pulling her face to his in a soft tender kiss that sent Willow's heart beating, fluttering like a hummingbird in her chest.
"Its early." Oz said in a soft whisper, still managing to keep his voice Ozlike as they broke apart.
"Yeah." She let her eyes half close lazily, they were still locked on his.
"How long until class?" She smiled impishly.
"Three hours. I'm sorry I woke you." He shook his head slightly, raising himself up onto his elbow he caressed her hair.
"You didn't. I always wake up early to watch you sleep." Willow felt all blushy and a smile grew on her lips.
"I guess I beat you to it this morning." He smiled, ever so slightly. The kind of smile that he never graced anyone else with, the smile that was just hers.
"I guess so."
"Oz, do you ever. . . " She stopped. He looked inquisitive.
"What?"
"Do you ever. . . does your heart ever feel like it will burst?" His face switched slightly, still questioning her with his eyes. "Sometimes. . . when we lay here. Just talking. . . and when we're with Giles and Buffy and Xander. . . sometimes its almost like. . I'm going to pop. I'm going to burst from all the love."
Oz's grin faded slightly, as if he was contemplating. "When I'm on stage." He started slowly. "Playing a song. . and the music seems to float around, almost tangible and I look out into the dancing people and see you there, sitting at a table. . or dancing. . or just watching me. My heart feels like it will burst. And when I touch you. . smell you. . . hear you. My heart bursts into a thousand tiny fragments in my chest and only kissing you can put it back together."
A tear was forming in the corner of Willow's eye at the beautiful words that had just erupted from her usually stoic boyfriend. She leaned forward and kissed him, loving the sensations of their lips touching. She had never felt more love for him then she did this second, it was like it had finally reached one of the peaks in a huge range of mountains she had yet to climb.
Suddenly the door to the room slammed open and a very annoyed looking Devon stood there his boxers half falling off his hips. "What the fuck is all the noise in here? Its 5am! Stop kissing! Haven't you two heard of morning breath? Its a killer." Willow and Oz stared at him, Willow's eyes wide, Oz just looking Oz.
"Devon."
"Yeah I know. You two want to bang. Just keep it down. . I only got to bed a hour ago and I'm pretty sure. . Can. . Candice. . Candy. . Cindy. . Whoever, she thinks I'm hot. . who doesn't. . . anyway she *is* trying to sleep too. The wall is like paper in this place! Michael got us a deal but its fucking us over in the long run. You two are so god damn loud, talking! Stop talking, its not necessary. Damnit I'm never going to get back to sleep again! Keep it down." Devon growled and grabbed the door again and it slammed closed, the other band members in the house screamed some obscenities and Devon told them all to shut their traps before he came in there and shut them himself.
Willow frowned prettily. "The moment's gone."
Oz pulled her to him and grinned, "doesn't really matter. We can make a new one." She smiled at him, seeming to light up the room and they kissed.
~*~End~*~