Somebody Who
Part twenty of the Foolish Games series. Dedicated to the OzMIAn Halloween Chat crew, for freaking me out, making me blush and inspiring me to write this and "Clumsily Strummed." And to my uterine walls. Ow.
"Are you okay, baby?"
"Mmm hmm," said Willow nodding against the couch cushions.
"Can you sit up?"
"Mmm mmm." Willow shook her head.
"Do you want me to get you something?"
She shook her head.
"Do you want me to go?"
A small, plaintive whimper sounded from her throat. "Please don't leave."
Oz sat by Willow's head. "Do you want me to get Buffy? . . . .or Anya?"
She shook her head. "I just want you."
"But they know more about this kind of-- thing."
"Anya?" Willow asked incredulously.
"She did cater to women as a vengeance demon. And, you know, all human for a couple of years now."
"But still . . . I just want you to stay with me. Please."
Oz gently smoothed her hair back from her face.
"That feels--" Her body clenched as a wave of pain raced through her.
"Willow, baby?" Oz leaned in close. "I'm gonna get you some a Pamprin. I'll be right--"
"No! Please don't leave me." She looked up at him with tears wide and wet with tears. "Please. Make Buffy get it."
Oz hovered on the edge of the couch, unsure of what to do. They were at the Summer's house, and the gang was just on the back porch. He came to a decision. "Okay," he said softly. Oz plucked up his cell phone from the coffee table. "Will, sweetie, can you scoot forward on the couch for me?"
She nodded, moving to the very edge.
Oz slipped off his shoes and socks. Very carefully he slid himself between his lover and back of the couch. Gently he pulled Willow against himself. Resting on one elbow, Oz dialed Buffy's cell phone.
"Oz?"
"Buffy. Could you bring me a glass of water and two Pamprin?"
"I thought you were in the living-room with Willow."
"I am. It's a long story."
"O-kay. Water and meds coming up."
"Buffy's coming," Oz told Willow as he settled himself.
She mumbled something in a vaguely affirmative mien.
Oz twined his fingers around hers, rubbing small circles on her stomach. He stroked her forehead with his free hand, although that was a bit more difficult than it had been.
And so Buffy found them, both apparently asleep in her living-room, their joined hands resting on Willow's lower abdomen and Willow's other hand reaching back for Oz. "I'll just lava these here," she whispered.
"Thank you."
Buffy jumped back a foot. Oz's green eyes looked at her from over Willow's red hair. "I appreciate it."
"Uh, no problem. You cozy enough?"
"We're good."
"So, uh, you're just gonna stay back there? Won't that be kinda boring?"
"I'll probably sleep until Willow wakes up."
"Ah. Well then. I, uh, I guess I'll leave you to it." Buffy turned on her heal, wondering why she couldn't find anyone that devoted.
When she was gone, Oz buried his face in the juncture of Willow's neck and slept.
Fin[land]
