"Do you think she'll mind?" Oz asked, his face as expressionless as ever, fingers flitting across Tara's bare torso.
She shrugged delicately, the satin sheets slipping from her shoulders. "I don't see why she would. Does this bother you?"
Oz smiled. "No. But I'm not Willow."
Tara's lips quirked upward. "True."
They both settled into a quiet embrace.
"She loves you more," Oz broke the silence. Tara propped herself up on her elbow, trailing a hand through his short locks in a reassuring manner.
"Oz," She gave him an almost scolding look, but the gentleness never left her eyes. "She loves you too. Otherwise, you wouldn't be here. This is her heaven, after all."
"Is this our heaven too?"
"Does it matter?" She retorted quietly.
He paused. "No, I guess not. I'm happy here."
"And she will be too. When she makes it." Her voice was soft, soothing. Oz felt himself being lulled out of his philosophical state, and he allowed his lips to upturn slightly.
"What do you think'll get her here? Demon? Apocalypse?"
"Stray bullet? Car accident?" She was still smiling.
"Okay, so our death's weren't so glamorous." He paused, feeling his heart contract in his chest. "I miss her. I don't want to think about her being dead, you know? But I want her here all the same."
"I know." She murmured, blinking slowly. Oz suddenly felt overwhelmed with love for this woman, and knew why Willow had chosen her, and was glad. They would be happy together, all of them. This was their paradise. This was their heaven.
Tara gently touched his arm, drawing him out of his brief reverie. "In a place where time has no meaning? She'll be here soon." The amusement, the gentle teasing in her voice, it was too much, and Oz found himself kissing her with a fervor. He grinned when she purred and sunk against his chest. Yes, this was heaven. "Though," She said after a few moments of silence, "if she brings that Kennedy girl with her, this bed's going to get a whole lot more crowded."
He smiled. "Would you really mind?" He couldn't help but actually grin when she smiled back at him. Of course she wouldn't mind. This was Willow's heaven. Everyone she loved was welcome here. And Tara and Oz wouldn't be able to help loving them too. It was what happened with the two of them.
"You know, I could use a change of scenery." Oz murmured drolly.
Instantly, the bedroom changed into a moonlit field, the stars winking against the midnight sky. However, their four-poster remained.
Resting his head on Tara's shoulder, he sighed happily. "Show me your stars." His voice was almost childlike with wonder as Tara proceeded to do just that.
This was Willow's heaven, no doubt about it. But Oz and Tara didn't mind keeping it warm for her.
She shrugged delicately, the satin sheets slipping from her shoulders. "I don't see why she would. Does this bother you?"
Oz smiled. "No. But I'm not Willow."
Tara's lips quirked upward. "True."
They both settled into a quiet embrace.
"She loves you more," Oz broke the silence. Tara propped herself up on her elbow, trailing a hand through his short locks in a reassuring manner.
"Oz," She gave him an almost scolding look, but the gentleness never left her eyes. "She loves you too. Otherwise, you wouldn't be here. This is her heaven, after all."
"Is this our heaven too?"
"Does it matter?" She retorted quietly.
He paused. "No, I guess not. I'm happy here."
"And she will be too. When she makes it." Her voice was soft, soothing. Oz felt himself being lulled out of his philosophical state, and he allowed his lips to upturn slightly.
"What do you think'll get her here? Demon? Apocalypse?"
"Stray bullet? Car accident?" She was still smiling.
"Okay, so our death's weren't so glamorous." He paused, feeling his heart contract in his chest. "I miss her. I don't want to think about her being dead, you know? But I want her here all the same."
"I know." She murmured, blinking slowly. Oz suddenly felt overwhelmed with love for this woman, and knew why Willow had chosen her, and was glad. They would be happy together, all of them. This was their paradise. This was their heaven.
Tara gently touched his arm, drawing him out of his brief reverie. "In a place where time has no meaning? She'll be here soon." The amusement, the gentle teasing in her voice, it was too much, and Oz found himself kissing her with a fervor. He grinned when she purred and sunk against his chest. Yes, this was heaven. "Though," She said after a few moments of silence, "if she brings that Kennedy girl with her, this bed's going to get a whole lot more crowded."
He smiled. "Would you really mind?" He couldn't help but actually grin when she smiled back at him. Of course she wouldn't mind. This was Willow's heaven. Everyone she loved was welcome here. And Tara and Oz wouldn't be able to help loving them too. It was what happened with the two of them.
"You know, I could use a change of scenery." Oz murmured drolly.
Instantly, the bedroom changed into a moonlit field, the stars winking against the midnight sky. However, their four-poster remained.
Resting his head on Tara's shoulder, he sighed happily. "Show me your stars." His voice was almost childlike with wonder as Tara proceeded to do just that.
This was Willow's heaven, no doubt about it. But Oz and Tara didn't mind keeping it warm for her.