Disclaimers in part 1.

Dedicated to Amz, Tabitha and nboon. I really am a feedback whore, why try denying it?

You Were Always

Second in the Foolish Games series.

Willow screamed under Oz's deft fingers.

"Do you give up?"

"No!" Another peal of screams and laughter erupted from the redhead on the bed.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes," she said, hissing with relish.

Oz continued his delightful assualt, deftly avoiding his girlfriend's flailing arms and legs. A yip of surprise escaped him.

Pure mischief greeted Oz as he met Willow's eyes. "Gotcha!"

"Oh yeah?"

Nodding, she murmured, "Oh yeah."

"Oh yeah?"

"Oh . . .aaah!" Peels of laughter rang throughout the apartment as Oz resumed his attack.

The two rolled around the bed, all flashing teeth, smiles, giggles and dancing hands. "Say uncle and I'll stop."

"Auntie!"

Smiling broadly Oz stared deeply into Willow's eyes, stopping all action for the moment. "Willow?"

"Yes, Oz?"

"You know I love you, right?"

"Yes."

"Just wanted to remind you."

Willow laughed until she cried, striking Oz in several places with her feet in the process. If it hurt or bothered him it didn't show.

Rolling, rolling, laughing, gasping, "Oz," "Give up?," smiles, flashing eyes . . .falling.

"Ow!"

Oz stopped immediately. "You ok, Wills."

Tentatively, she touched the back of her head. "Oow," she moaned, tears coming to her eyes. "That hurt."

"I'm sorry, Willow." Taking her offended fingertips in hand, he kissed them then smoothed her disheveled hair. He leaned against the end of the bed, pulling Willow to his chest. "Okay? Want me to get you something?"

"No, I'm 'kay." Reaching behind her, she, very gently, ran her fingers along the line of Oz's jaw. She giggled when they caught the edge of his lip. "You don't mind just sitting here?"

"With you? Nah. With Devon? Probably. The words sit and still have never been heard together with his name."

Willow giggled.

They watched the light play on the furniture in the room, something like the way Willow's fingers played, still, on Oz's cheekbones. His were content to stay laced at her waist. He always was.

Fin