Failed to See

Dedication: Ocean Spray©

Author's Note: it's been a while since i've written one of these and I still have a long way to go. Part 11

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Green. That's all Willow saw when she awoke.

"Oz?"

"Mmhmm," sounded next to her ear.

She brought her hands to her eyes. "There seems to be a green scarf over my eyes."

"I noticed that."

"You wouldn't happen to have anything to do with that would you?"

"I don't know, Will. What gives you that idea? I'm more of a purple man myself."

Willow giggled. "Well, if you didn't do it then I guess you won't mind taking it off."

"You know me, don't like to get involved with someone else's handiwork." His breath tickled her ear. "Something I should know, Willow?"

"Oz!" She swatted his arm. She hoped it was arm.

"It's a shame too."

"Oh?" His voice retreated from her and the bed shifted. Willow blindly followed the sound of her boyfriend's feet on the hardwood. "Why's that?"

"I did something wild and crazy," Oz said nonchalantly.

Willow's smile stretched from ear to ear. "Ooh, whatdya do?"

His feet were returning. The bed shifted down on her right. "I made breakfast."

Squealing in delight, Willow bounced on the bed then stopped. "Oz, you've never made breakfast before. I didn't know you could cook."

"Yeah, well," for the moment he was glad his girlfriend was blindfolded as he frowned at the platter in his hand, "sometimes risks aren't so bad."

"Do I get to take the blindfold off now?"

"And spoil the surprise . . .? Open up."

Dutifully, Willow opened her mouth. "Mmm, strawberry?"

"Made it myself."

She dribbled strawberry juice, laughing. "I didn't know you knew how to make strawberries."

Nodding to himself, he agreed that: "I have many secret talents."

"What else do you know how to make?"

"Watermelon squares, honey-dew melon, white grapes, out-of-season rasp- and blueberries, pineapple, guava and craisins."

Willow frowned. "Craisins? I'm pretty sure that's a brand new fruit."

"Sweetened, dried cranberries equals craisins."

"Oh, I see. Well, not really but you know--" She was cut off by small roundish things suddenly appearing in her mouth. "Mmm," her eyebrows rose above the blindfold, "craisins?"

Oz nodded, then remembered she couldn't see him. "Craisins, definitely, craisins."

Childishly, Willow opened her mouth for more. She felt the wet smooth edge of honey-dew on her lips. Curling her tongue around it, she drew it in and opened her mouth for another.

Gasped when she felt Oz's tongue quickly lick away the clear, sweet juice.

End