Note to all: Just so you know, the lyrics used in this song are from Lone Star, and the original title of the song is amazed. Just so you know, I'm pretending Oz is the one who wrote them. They just fit, how I want him to feel about Willow. I also may have changed some of the words around, cause I don't have the sound track. I just wrote it the best I could from the radio.
******************* 1 Hour Before the Wedding 3:30 ****************** "What do you mean?!?!?!? The dog ate the Swans??? My Swans!!! Daddy, my wedding is supposed to be perfect, and your stupid dog ate my swans." Cordelia screamed angrily.
"Cordy, honey, sweety. They were just swans. I'll go buy you a new one."
"No!!! You can't buy me a new one. I actually want my parents to be at the wedding, and the nearest bird farm is 6 hours from here. I had Xander, order bird food for those swans, and now what are we going to do? Huh? I can't believe this daddy, I can't believe this. Why did you have to bring the dog? Stupid mut. I hate dogs. I hate all dogs." Cordelia cried sullenly. Her voice lowering to a whisper. Than she felt herself growing angry again.
"THAT STUPID DOG!!!!!" Cordelia screamed.
********outside the room******** "Damn, Cordy must have been really pissed about those swans." Oz said taking a drink of his peach corbel wine.
"No kidding." Jesse said, slightly spooked.
"Remind me never to bring Rusty up here. She'd break his neck in a heartbeat." Oz said quirking his eyebrows, when he heard glass breaking from the other room. *Great. She's throwing glass.* Oz thought sarcastically.
"Whose Rusty?" Willow asked comeing up behind Oz and giving him a hug when he turned around.
"He's my dog. I never told you that did I?" Oz asked. At Willow's shake of the head, he pulled out his wallet. Flipping through numerous pictures of people in LA, and people he used to know, until he found the one of Rusty. "Thats him." Oz said, passing a picture of a full bred Boxer with red hair, and a tongue sticking out of his mouth while chasing a bird off of Oz's private deck.
"Awwww..its a boxer. I love those dogs." Willow cooed. She held a motherly expression, one would show when their kid did something cute and it made the mother want to cry. Everyone knows that look. "Where was this taken?" Willow asked.
"That is the front yard to my house. I live out in the woods. The house is about 1 or 2 hundred feet from where he's at.
"You live there?" Willow asked in amazement. At the evident shock in her voice, he could only nod. "Oh wow." Willow said smiling in amazement. "Is that why Lisa is dating you?" Willow asked sarcastically, and nudging him in the ribs. He smiled.
"Oh yeah. Can't wait to get rid of her." Oz said shaking his head.
"Where is she?" Willow asked.
"Back at my old house. I think. Or maybe she's getting another manicure. God only knows what she does with her nails, but its getting kind of expensive." Oz said shaking his head. The two began to walk. He took her hand in silence, and marveled at how smooth her skin felt. She started talking about what Buffy said she did with Jesse the other night, and apparently it didn't take six months for those two to go at it, like she predicted.
"Anyways. She was totally hyped last night, which is why I wouldn't expect her to be very happy for a while. She didn't get any sleep until 4 in the morning. So she says anyhow." Willow finished.
"I can't believe it." Oz said half shocked.
"Why not? The two have practically been flirting ever since the two set eyes on eachother."
"Well. I know that. Its just. I never knew Jesse to go at it that fast..or Buffy for that matter." Oz said. "Its all kind of odd."
Willow smiled at his surprise and total lack of comprehension.
"They didn't have sex, if thats what your thinking. Just a really intense makeout session in the front living room." Willow said in confirmation. "God Oz. What is it with you and a dirty mind all of a sudden?"
"Hey.." Oz said in a hurt tone. "I'm 28 years old. Im still young. I can't help it." Oz said as if that explained it.
"Okay, now your starting to sound like Xander." Willow said.
"No...actually..Xander's 26." Oz said.
"Smart ass." Willow said, slightly punching Oz in the chest as they turned the corner.
"Red head." Oz said grinning. She looked over at him astonished. Him of all people, making jokes about red heads.
"Look whose talking." Willow said smiling and turning her head to look at the sky.
"You of all people should know that I don't have a problem with criticizing myself. Besides, most of those jokes apply to women anyway."
"Your really asking for it." Willow said smiling, her eyes quirked up in a 'you want something from me' look, and nodding her head.
"but I'm not going to get it." Oz said grinning. At that, Willow lunged at him, tickling at his rib cage, and making him cry out in laughter. He soon, managed to wrap his arms around her back and waiste and turn the tables. Now Willow was the one being attacked. His fingers ravished her satin covered stomach, making her cry out in laughter and pain. She desperately grabbed at his hands, trying to pry his fingers once again from her stomach so she could at least escape.
"Oz!! Stop it." Willow cried out, laughter filling his ears.
"Now why would I do that?" Oz asked smiling. His face red from laughter.
"Because I asked you to." Willow said between gasps.
"You have to say it first." Oz said.
"Please?" Willow begged.
"Nope. Wrong answer." Oz said, speeding up his ravishing hands and making her laugh harder. She began kicking out until her feet hung in in mid-air, causing Oz to have to bend over and hold her around the waiste to keep her from falling. When her feet reached the ground he began tickling her again. Again she kicked out to escape the impending doom, only this time causing Oz to stumble back wards. He soon landed hard in a chair bringing Willow with him to sit down hard on his lap. Oz's hands ceased their mission, as the two began gasping for air. She soon relaxed against his chest, her head resting against the soft cushioning of the chair.
Oz pondered for a few moments at what this position used to mean for them. What it still meant for him. Did she still honestly feel the same way? Well even if she didn't he wasn't having any objections. Her soft breathing often got to him, especially when it was directed towards the back of his ear. Willow smiled softly, when she noticed the tiny hairs on the back of his neck stand up at what she was doing. She decided to keep doing it. She wondered if this position meant the same thing to him as it did to her. Did he still feel the same way? Well even if he didn't, she wasn't having any objections. His hands started stroking her back, like old times and she felt the all to familiar tingles running up and down her body. The two sat that way for probably 5 minutes, until Xander came out, asking if they had seen Giles.
"No. I haven't seen him. Oz? What about you?" Willow asked sweetly.
"Yaah. He was in the dining hall last time I saw him. About half an hour ago."
"Okay. Thanks..." Xander said. His face turned from relief, to one of confusion.
"Is something wrong?" Willow asked sitting up from her relaxed position.
"No nothing. I just forgot something I was going to say. Something about Cordelia...oh thats right...Willow, Cordelia demands your presence admediately." Xander said, a smile of triumph plastered on his face at the knowledge that all seemed to be going well. Well almost. Cordelia still didn't have her swans.
"Okay." Willow said getting up from her perch on Oz's lap. She exited the balcony doors on her quest to find Cordelia. Once she left, Xander turned his attention back to Oz. He looked down and then blushed.
"Uh Oz?"
"What?" Oz asked in a haze.
"Your um..thing." Xander said, gesturing towards the bulge in the young mans black pants. Oz looked down and blushed a deep shade of red. He didn't even realize that that had happened. He was to caught up in the moment. He nodded slowly.
"Uh..yaah." Oz said, crossing his legs, putting his right one over his left until Xander left. He let out a deep breath, thankful for some privacy. 20 minutes until the wedding. Thank god he had time to calm down. Eventually the blood ran back to his forehead, and he was able to walk out in public without feeling embarrased. He heard a whistle behind him.
"Oz!!!" Xander hollered. Oz turned around to see the man coming towards him.
"What?"
"You ready?"
"Yaah."
"Than lets get the show on the road." Xander said placing his hand on the other man's shoulder and slightly pushing him into the altar where he was soon to be wed. He started breathing hard, he was so nervous.
"Its okay Xander." Oz assured him before the traditional wedding music began to play.
"Of course it is." Xander whsipered. "I'm only *gulps*, marrying the woman I love. I'm only going to vow to spend my entire life with just one woman." Xander said gulping again.
"Its just cold feet. I'm sure you'll be very happy when this is all over." Oz said.
"You make it sound as if its just a flu shot." Xander whispered back.
"Well if thats what keeps you going than I'll say it again." Oz said. Xander was about to reply, but was dumbfounded when he noticed Cordelia walk gracefully down the isle with her father at her side. He mouthed the word 'Wow' at how amazed he was. He was practically drooling. There was no other way to describe Cordelia Chase other than simply irresistable. He soon found himself aligned with Cordelia, facing her as the preacher began to say his sermon.
"Do you, Cordelia Christine Chase, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband. To have an to hold in sickness and in health. For as long as you both shall live?" The preacher asked. Xander could feel her hands shaking in his as he held them, and by some instinct he began stroking her hand with his thumb and all seemed at ease.
"I do." Cordelia said smiling. Tears in her eyes.
"And do you, Alexander Lavelle Harris, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife. To have an to hold, in sickness and in health. For as long as you both shall live?" The preacher asked again. Xander was at a loss for words. All he had to do was say, I do, but the happiness of the occassion was just over whelming. He began forming tiny beeds of sweat at his eyebrows, but one look into his spouse's eyes told him that all would turn out well. He smiled.
"I do." Xander said confident. Pride overwhelming his heart.
"Than by the powers invested in me...I now pronounce you, husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride." The preacher said. He too, feeling an abundance of dignaty.
Xander was almost afraid to touch her. As if she were just a dream come true and any second he was going to wake up and find out that this woman never existed. He slowly raised the vail covering his wifes unmistakable features, and he kissed her. From that moment, all that existed were Cordelia Christine Chase Harris and himself. Distant cheers could be heard and Xander pulled away to look at the crowd. Tingly vibes ran up and down his spine, and with a burst of energy, he dropped down to his knees as if he were Elvis or some famous rock star and began punching his fist in the air. His own way of saying....VICTORY!!! Everyone started laughing, and Oz jumped up from his perch to help Xander stand up. Normally one would think that Cordelia would be embarrassed, but there she was, smiling for all to see. He stood up, wrapped his arms around her waiste and he kissed her again.