Talking Over Coffee
Part fifteen of the Foolish Games series.
"I thought you were decaf girl, Will."
"Well, I am, but every now and then..." Willow stopped in front of the coffee pot, opening and closing her mouth, flustered. "I just want some caffeine. I feel like being caffeine girl today," she said, putting her foot down with a soft thump.
"Feel the need for speed?" Oz asked with a small smile.
Willow smiled. "Something like that." Her smile grew broader as she drew her hands through her hair, remembering. "Yeah, something like that." Willow draped her arms around his shoulders and kissed his cheek. "You know what?"
"What?"
His one spoken word rumbled through her with the smooth, slow, drawl of sleep. Or maybe she imagined it. Willow rubbed against him, marking him, loving him. Their hair meshed and tangled, made worse by sleep -- ginger fire.
Willow pressed her nose against Oz's stubbled cheek. "I think I love you."
He smelled warm and comforting. Masculine but home. He smelled better than coffee. Willow told him so.
"Better than coffee?" She nodded, scratching herself on his skin. "It's either love or delirium."
"Oz!" Willow laughed and pushed herself off him, pouring herself a second cup.
End
