Disclaimers in the 1st part

Looking in On You

Part Four of the Foolish Games series.

The plot bunny is still named Amz.

Sitting with Buffy in the hazy afternoon sun, Willow knew Oz was watching her from his window. It was nice having a boyfriend who liked to watch you when you weren't looking.

"Hey, planet Earth calling Willow."

"Huh? Oh, I'm sorry Buffy. What were you saying."

The blond rolled her eyes but she was smiling. "Compared to the goo goo eyes you and Oz are making at each other, nothing."

"Don't look!"

Buffy quickly averted her gaze. "Wait! He's you're boyfriend! It's not like he's just some guy you have a crush on."

Willow flushed. "I know but, you know, it's different with Oz."

Laughing Buffy proclaimed them the cutest thing this side of the Hellmouth.

Willow laughed too. Glancing up from her friend she caught Oz's eye. Smiling brightly she waved at him. From the corner of her eye she saw Buffy wave too. "You're just patronizing us," she said when everyone had their fill of waving.

The smile on Buffy's face was genuine. "I am not. I think it's sweet. Really sweet." She frowned. "And really depressing. I need a boyfriend," Buffy said glumly, slumping in on herself.

Willow turned to her. "No you do not! You're perfectly fine all by yourself. Um, that didn't quite come out right. What I meant is you're too strong to need a guy hanging all over you. That wasn't much better, was it," Willow admitted scrunching up her face.

The Slayer shook her head. Nope, not much better at all. "But I know what you meant, Wills, and it's sweet. But cuddling with Mr. Pointy is just getting a little to involved with my work."

"And just a bit kinky."

"Willow!"

She flushed. "Well, it is," she countered meekly.

Buffy laughed. "Only joking. It is kinda kinky. Then again so's the concept of being in love with a vampire. Does this mean I'm doomed to somewhat kinky, vaguely S&M relationships for the rest of my short life?"

"Dramatic much?"

"Hey, I'm not the one who's dating a werewolf."

"Well at least I'm not the one who dated a vampire."

"Been there, covered that, got the bite marks."

"Uh, at least I'm not the one who was dating a genetically enhanced soldier boy. You know, I never pegged you for the army type."

Shading her eyes from the setting sun Buffy agreed. "Me neither. Remind we had this conversation if I ever do that again."

Willow put up a very firm thumbs up. "Gotcha."

"Oo, it's getting dark." The girls stood up and starting gathering the pieces of the picnic together. "Isn't funny how dark things get right after the sun sets. It's like the dark is waiting around the corner for the sun to go down then, wham!, it's there."

Turning to Buffy, Willow said, "You've put a lot of thought into this, haven't you."

"Apparently too much. Ready to go in."

"Yup. You?"

"Ditto. Let's head for home, Hoss."

Willow put a hand to Buffy's head. "You sure you didn't get sunstroke? I'm pretty sure the mayo in the potato salad was fresh. It's not hot is it?"

"Oh, knock it off," she linked arms with Willow. "I promise to keep the bad one liners for Sunnydale's night life."

"Thank you."

Oz was standing in the kitchen when they came in. Buffy loosed her arm from Willow's and set the basket on the kitchen island. "Hey, Oz," she greeted him with a smile. "How's the music writing going?" He walked past her without a word. "Ok, when'd I become Marcy?"

Turning she watched Willow return his intense scrutiny with confusion. She felt as if someone had switched the video from normal speed to slow-mo as Oz's lips came down to meet Willow's. "Well color me speechless," Buffy said wide-eyed. "Wish I could come home to a surprise like that." But neither of them could hear her anymore.

As she watched, Willow wrapped her arms tightly around Oz pulling him into her as his embrace tightened around her back. If they got any closer Oz was going to swallow her whole. Or was it the other way around? It'd be like that episode of the X-Files where the two lovers got stuck together by that alien be-- "Yipe. Um, how 'bout I just leave the food here and get out of your way." Was it just her or were her eyes starting to smoke? "I'll, uh, show myself out."

Somehow, Buffy was sure neither of cared about the back door slamming.

Finis