~*Part 2*~
March 19, 2001
Oz opened the door to his apartment, went in, and locked the door. He threw the keys on the floor next to the lamp table. He
quickly shrugged out of his work uniform, until he was down to his boxers, and threw it to the floor along with his keys.
He went into his room, and grabbed a clean shirt from the bed, and went back to the living room. He glanced at the clock. 1 AM
Oz groaned. God, he was so tired. He went to the fridge and grabbed a beer, took a long sip, and set the empty bottle on the lamp
table. He laid down on the couch, and instantly fell asleep.
******
Willow grabbed Tara's hand and pulled her along smiling. She closed the door to Tara's room. They kissed sweetly, and Willow
smiled.
"Are you okay? With this?"
Tara nodded. "A...a bit nervous."
Willow pulled Tara to sit on the bed beside her. "It'll be okay. I love you." She started tracing circles on Tara's hand.
Tara whispered. "I love you, too." She took the initiative and moved forward and they kissed. Willow and Tara moved backwards
onto the bed.
~~~~~~
March 20, 2001
Oz slowly opened his eyes to the light pouring in through the window. He blinked, as he got up and swayed. He had a killer
headache. He stumbled along to the kitchen, and grabbed a glass of water, and an aspirin.
He glanced at the clock beside the couch, as he put the cup in the sink. Instead he spotted the framed picture he kept of Willow
and himself. *Exactly a year...* He went over and pushed the frame to the ground and out of sight. *Maybe I can get some more
sleep in.* He laid back down on the couch, and tried to will himself back to painless sleep.
March 19, 2001
Oz opened the door to his apartment, went in, and locked the door. He threw the keys on the floor next to the lamp table. He
quickly shrugged out of his work uniform, until he was down to his boxers, and threw it to the floor along with his keys.
He went into his room, and grabbed a clean shirt from the bed, and went back to the living room. He glanced at the clock. 1 AM
Oz groaned. God, he was so tired. He went to the fridge and grabbed a beer, took a long sip, and set the empty bottle on the lamp
table. He laid down on the couch, and instantly fell asleep.
******
Willow grabbed Tara's hand and pulled her along smiling. She closed the door to Tara's room. They kissed sweetly, and Willow
smiled.
"Are you okay? With this?"
Tara nodded. "A...a bit nervous."
Willow pulled Tara to sit on the bed beside her. "It'll be okay. I love you." She started tracing circles on Tara's hand.
Tara whispered. "I love you, too." She took the initiative and moved forward and they kissed. Willow and Tara moved backwards
onto the bed.
~~~~~~
March 20, 2001
Oz slowly opened his eyes to the light pouring in through the window. He blinked, as he got up and swayed. He had a killer
headache. He stumbled along to the kitchen, and grabbed a glass of water, and an aspirin.
He glanced at the clock beside the couch, as he put the cup in the sink. Instead he spotted the framed picture he kept of Willow
and himself. *Exactly a year...* He went over and pushed the frame to the ground and out of sight. *Maybe I can get some more
sleep in.* He laid back down on the couch, and tried to will himself back to painless sleep.
