Brilliant in the Morning
Part fourteen of the Foolish Games series.
Willow rubbed the morning grit from her eyes, feeling properly disgusting.
"Hey, baby," Oz said, sitting at her computer.
"Where's Buffy?" She didn't seem to find his being there very strange. "How'd you get in?" Or maybe she did.
"Buffy let me in."
"Oh."
Oz stood. "I brought you breakfast."
"No! Don't!" She covered her mouth, the better to shield him. "Morning breath, bad hair, nasty, gritty stuff in my eyes. Did I mention morning breath?"
Oz lay the yogurt, breakfast bar and orange juice he had brought for Willow on her nightstand. Very gently, he pried Willow's hands from her mouth. He placed sweet kisses on her forehead, her nose and her chin. "Willow?"
"Yes?" She stared, enraptured, into his eyes.
His mouth descended on hers. The passion and love that was so rarely expressed in public was funneled, concentrated, into his kiss.
Oz broke away when he thought it might be time for her to learn to breathe again. "You are always brilliant in the mornings."
End
