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.
"Hello Rupert Giles." Willow said, taking his hand."Miss. Rosenburg." Giles said bowing slightly.
"What did you and Cordelia talk about?" Willow asked.
"Mrs. Harris and I, compared her relationship with Xander to your relationship with Oz." Giles said truthfully.
"Was it a good talk?" Willow asked hopefully.
"In a way. I told her that I think you and Oz are going to have a shaky future ahead of you."
"Why would you say that?" Willow asked.
"Well. He doesn't know that you have a child does he?" Giles asked. Willow went stiff in his arms. * How did he know that?*
"What?" Willow asked, frightened. "How did you..?"
"How did I know. Well, Cordelia mentioned how well you were with Katlin. Plus, I saw a few pictures that flew out of your purse. Is that not your son?" Giles asked.
"Please don't say anything to him, or anyone else. I want to tell him Giles." Willow said near tears.
"I was sort of hoping you would." Giles said.
******* "So...do think they will make it?" Buffy asked Xander conversationally.
"I don't know. I do know Willow is having serious doubts. She's afraid Oz will want nothing to do with her once all the truth comes out."
"Which completely differs from Oz's opinion. He's already talking about moving to NewYork, or asking her to move from NewYork." Buffy said.
"Should I have a talk with him?" Xander asked.
"No. This is between Willow and Oz. They have to do it on there own." Buffy said.
"I just hope those two work things out. I can't stand to see them like that anymore." Xander said.
"Me too."
*********** "So, do I even dare ask what you and Giles talked about?" Oz asked.
"He compared My relationship with Xander to your relationship with Willow."
"Good or bad?" Oz asked.
"Both." Willow said.
"Care to share?"
"Well...he says, that you two are going to have a very shaky future in his opinion." Cordelia said. "And I have to agree." She finished.
"Me too. I didn't want to say anything to Buffy because I want things to work between me and Willow, and I just don't want Willow to get the wrong impression. We just kissed. We didn't say I love you, we didn't work out any of our problems. All I know is that she wants me and I want her. You'd think it were enough you know." Oz sighed.
"Well Giles says that sometimes, love isn't enough. I have a feeling he knows something that I don't though. And by the looks from Willow over there, she's not to happy with what he knows." Cordelia said looking at the pair. Oz turned them in a 180 so he could get a glimpse of her face.
"What could he have said to her? She's so pail." Oz said worried.
"I think he knows something that she doesn't want him to know yet." Cordelia said sadly. Oz's eyes met up with Willow's and they smiled at eachother. The song ended, and all couples parted to go dance with another. Willow and Oz paired up.
"What did he say to you?" Oz asked Willow.
"Its nothing. I'll tell you some other time. Preferably, you'll be drunk when I tell you and you won't care." Willow said laughing slightly. Oz laughed as well as if she were joking. If only he knew how much she wasn't. He kissed her shoulder lightly, sending shivers up her spine, and a warm glow to creep up her neck. She leaned in to his kiss, as he placed several other kisses at the nape of her neck.
"Did you still want to go sailing?" Oz asked.
"Yep." Willow said a little to eagerly. Oz lifted his head from her shoulder to look into her eyes.
"You sound kind of eager." Oz said smiling.
"Well I am. I want to spend some time with you. Alone. And not in public." Willow said blushing slightly before planting a firm kiss on his lips. Oz returned it sweetly, and time seemed to fly by. Before they knew it, the song was long over, and people were hollering for the bride and the groom. The two broke apart, to bid the two fair well as they exited the front doors. Buffy ran up to them. All excited with a boquet of flowers in her hands.
"I got the boquet." Buffy said bouncing excitedly.
"Yeah...after you tackled that one other girl to get it." Oz said smiling.
"It's not who grabs it first that counts. Its the person who ends up keeping it." Buffy said.
"That did look kind of funny though. You looked like Cher from Clueless at the end of the movie. Only, I don't think she gave the other girl a broken nose." Willow said sarcastically and judging by the looks of the damages the other girl suffered from trying to keep it.
"You got to do what you got to do." Buffy said.
"Sure." Oz said rolling his eyes. "Listen Buffy. Willow and I are going to bail. So don't be worried about us if we don't come back to the party. Got it?"
"Got it." Buffy said, smiling devilishly. "Have fun." Buffy said waving. She than walked over to Giles.
********outside. 15 minutes later.****** "I'm glad I changed before we left."
"No kidding." Oz said chuckling, his arm around her waist. Willow wore a pair of tight blue jeans, a white shirt with long sleeves that clung tightly to her upper body, and a bright blue flannel tied around her waist. She rested her head on Oz's shoulder, as he held her around the waist, and walked behind her slightly. She loved the way he smelled at the moment. She loved the smell of leather and cookies. Well thats how Oz smelled to her. They walked to where he kept his sail boat. Just when they were about 100 yards away from their destination, it started to rain.
"Uh oh." Willow said in a kid like voice, as the rain started coming down in waterfalls. "Oz?"
"We can't go sailing." Oz yelled over the loud clap of thunder. Willow pouted slightly. "Come on. We can wait in the boat until the rain lets up. I have some extra cloths there that you can wear. Well I hope you can wear anyhow." Oz said smiling sheepishly, as the two started running through the rain. When they reached the boat, There were three main rooms situated on the boat.
"Is that your boat?" Willow asked pointing.
"Yep. All three of them. This one is lightning resistant though, so if it gets hit, we won't be affected." Oz yelled under the loud storm so that she coul hear him. The boat started rocking, making it hard for the two to get on.
"Uh..how do we get on?" Willow asked.
"Hold on. I'm going to lift you up onto it. I'll get on once your on." Oz said. He lifted Willow up, with little effort, and lowered her until her feet met up with the rocking wood.
"Will this turn over?" Willow asked now that she was on, and Oz was about to step on.
"Not when its tied down. Its going to be kind of rocky though until the wind lets up." Oz said before making an attempt to step on. The wood was slippery and he was running a good chance of slipping an falling if he wasn't careful.
"Did you need some help?" Willow asked, noticing his distress.
"No. If I fall, I don't want to take you with me." Oz said. He made a tentative step towards the boat. His foot settled firmly on the wood. He made a move to step on the boat all the way but the boat rocked back, causing him to fall and hit his head, on the wood.
"Oz!!!" Willow screamed, as his fall resulted to unconsciousness. He made no move to her begging for him to get up. Panicked, she jumped off the boat, slipping when she hit the dock and landing on her butt. "Ow." Willow said. She knelt next to Oz, to see if he was okay. "Oz please wake up. Oz??? Oz...wake up. Please." Willow pleaded. His hand stirred slightly, and her steady cries coaxed him back to consciousness.
"Willow?" Oz asked.
"Oz. Your okay." Willow said in relief.
"Well I should hope so." Oz said smiling slightly.
"Come on Oz. I'm going to get you on the boat, so I can treat your head." Willow said lifting him up from under his shoulders. He swayed dizzily for a moment, before moving successfully onto the boat.
"Second try is always better." Oz said. He reached for Willow's hand so he could pull her on. She grabbed it, and pulled herself up onto the boat only to run flat into Oz's chest, and knock them both over.
"I have to agree. Can you get up?" Willow asked.
"I don't think so." Oz said.
"Why not?" Willow asked.
"I can't move my legs." Oz said.
"How...but..you hit your head. Why can't you move your legs?" Willow asked concerned and frightened.
"Because your sitting on them." Oz said smiling. She hit him playfully in the chest.
"I ought to kill you." Willow said playfully.
"But I know you won't." Oz said grabbing her hand, and pulling her down to capture her lips. Just then a loud clap of thunder sounded from the sky.
"We need to get in." Willow said.
"Agreed." Oz said. Willow stood up, and because she stood up Oz was able to move his legs and stand up, and Oz took her hand to lead her towards the master bedroom. It was a huge boat. A boat a person could throw a party on, and fit over 100 people on it. The master bedroom had 3 doors.1 door led to outside, which was the one Oz was heading for so he could get inside, another door led to the kitchen, and the other door led to the guest bedroom. He opened the door and pulled Willow in. Aside from the heavy rain beating at the windows, and the occasional roar of thunder, the room was utterly silent. Oz reached over for the light switch. The room lit up. Oz let go of Willow's hand so he could go find the emergency candles just incase the lights went out. He lit one in the bathroom, and steadied it in a candle holder.
"Oz?" Willow asked, after devouring the room with her eyes.
"what?" Oz asked, popping his head out of the door slightly to look at her.
"Where is your first aid kit?" Willow asked. Concern flew into his eyes and he rushed over to see what was wrong.
"Why? Are you okay. You didn't get hurt did you?" Oz asked panicked.
"I'm fine. You on the other hand, were knocked unconcious." Willow said. Oz breathed a sigh of relief.
"Okay. Uh. I think its in the other room. I'll get it." Oz said, moving towards the door to the next room. Willow followed him in, and stopped dead in her tracks when she noticed the gun, laying down on the dresser.
"Oz? Whats that for?" Willow asked pointing to the gun. Oz turned around after grabbing the first aid kit, and his eyes widened.
"Thats for protection. Living your life as a celebrity does have its bad side." Oz said walking over to where the gun lay, handing Willow the first aid kit, and picking up the gun, causing Willow to flinch and step back. He quickly unloaded it from the bullets inside and put it inside the drawer where it would be out of site. "Sorry about that." Oz said noticing Willow's worried face.
"Its okay." Willow said calming down.
"No its not. That shouln't have been lying out." Oz said solemnly, heading back into the main bedroom and closing the door behind him. Willow followed him around, unsure as of what to do. Oz came out of the bathroom carrying a set of cloths for Willow to wear and gestured for her to go get changed.
"What about you?" Willow asked.
"I'll dry off. Besides I don't want you getting sick." Oz said touching her arm and kissing her cheek.
"Are you kidding. Your soaked." Willow said worried.
"So are you." Oz said reasoning with her. She gave him one last long look before turning and heading to the bathroom. She quickly changed, into the t-shirt he gave her, and considered whether or not to wear the boxers. She didn't need them and she wasn't used to wearing them. She shrugged, and headed out of the bathroom Oz was drying off with a towel when she came in, and his hands froze when he took in her appearance. Her hair was wet, and curly, she wasn't wearing the shorts he gave her, and she was acting like nothing was wrong. Willow took in his shocked face.
"I...Im not used to wearing boxers so I thought I'd leave them for you." Willow said, standing still. After a few moments of stunned silence he spoke.
"Thanks." Oz said giving her a weird look. He dropped the towel he was drying off with on the bed, and made his way over to the bathroom. She reached out for his arm. He looked angry, or upset. He stopped walking and turned to face her.
"Are you angry?" Willow asked. Her question stunned him. He shook his head 'no'. And turned his head about to go through the bathroom door. She held on to his arm though. Confused. "Whats wrong?" Willow asked, when he turned to look at her again.
"I..just didn't expect to see you like this." Oz said. He leaned in to kiss her, so he could assure her that there wasn't anything wrong. He caught her lips, and resisted the urge to just stay that way, and keep kissing her. But something made him pull away after a breif 3 seconds. She let go of his arm. Right before he went through the door though, she grabbed his arm again, forcefully turned him around and kissed him. He was shocked to say the least, and didn't know what to do at first. When it appeared to him that she wasn't going to let him walk through that door though, he gave in to his desires and kissed her back. She loosened the grip on his arm, and her fingers tentatively moved to the buttons on his white flannel shirt. His arms rounded her waist, and the two found themselves walking towards the bed. It wasn't until the back of her legs met up with the bed, when her knees decided to give out. She sat down hard, her eyes gazing up into the green eyes in front of her. She scooted up the bed, reaching out a hand to grasp his shirt and tug him towards her.
He went obligingly, kissing her neck, and rubbing her back. She made a move to pull his shirt off, and threw it across the room and into a corner. He smiled down at her, panting for breath.
"You know this is kind of nice." Oz said, just before the electricity went out and all was silent. Well almost. You could still hear, the occasional giggles, and moans through out the night.