11 Years Ago

By Cricket
Author's Notes:Thanks to all For not rushing me. I would have had this up sooner along with part 15, but I got sick this last weekend, and it isn't that fun when you are sick. Plus...School bites the big one. Get this....we are no longer aloud to wear shoe laces that are any color other than black, white, or brown. This is highschool, I'm talking about as well, where kids used to be able to do whatever they wanted just as long as they didn't try to hurt anybody. Oh, and get this...anymore than 5 minutes late, you are considered absent. It used to be 15 minutes late. If any of you reading this go to Arlington High...just know that I sympathize with you. And I'll shut up after getting this one question out... Who stuck a bug up the administratives butt??? I just had to ask that, because when I asked that at school, I got in trouble because I disrespected the schools pride. So **** you school administrative of Arlington. I hope none of them are reading this. Didn't I say that I was going to shut up now??? Okay...I'll shut up now and leave you all to your reading. Oh...and who ever is harrassing Pixie....why I ought to...leave that sentence unfinished because there are little people reading this.
Half an hour later, there was a knock at his door. Oz went to open it, and saw Willow shivering from the cold, pizza balanced between two hands, so she could keep them equally warm, and her teeth chattering. Oz just smiled, stepped out the door and enveloped her into a warm hug. She practically melted in his embrace, and nearly dropped the pizza because she forgot she had some in her hand.

"I'd say it would be a good idea if you came in." Oz said smiling.

"That would be...of the good." Willow said in a shaky voice.

"Would you like to come in?" Oz asked. At Willow's nodd he helped her up the step that led to the door. He closed the door behind her while she hung her coat, and sat down. The pizza rested on the table, and a bag of 3 movies lay on the table. Oz moved for the blanket behind the couche and wrapped it around Willow. She let out a little yelp of shock and Oz chuckled rubbing her arms as to warm her. She relaxed back into the couch.

"Pizza's still warm." Willow said smiling in content, when Oz started rubbing her shoulders from behind her.

"Thank god. Because I haven't eaten anything since IHOP." Oz said, releasing her shoulders and walking over to where the videos lay. Inside the bag were 'Frighteners' with Michael. J. Fox. 'The Craft' with that...girl that played in Scream, and ah..yes!!!! 'Austin Powers, Mini-me Returns.' and duh..do I have to say it...Mike Myers.

"Which one did you want to watch first?" Oz asked. She looked at him like he were crazy.

"Are you crazy. Austin Powers of course. Its your first movie." Willow said smiling.

"Willow, I'm just the stunt devil." Oz said grinning, taking the tape out of the jacket and putting it in the VCR.

"Still...its a movie. And you, Mr. Oz Kevin Larkin, are in it." Willow said kissing his nose sweetly once he sat down.

"So I assume your a groupie?" Oz asked.

"What do you think?" Willow asked, lowering her eye lashes and turning her body away from the TV to look at him. She sat up on her knees, and studied him. He was huddled in the corner of the couch, his face impassive, but she could see the glint in his eyes. She leaned in to kiss him. She seemed to be moving in slow motion to Oz, and he just couldn't wait any longer. He lunged at her waist, rapping his arms around her and pulling her towards his chest. Willow breathed hard in shock and barely had enough time to smile, before Oz plundered her mouth with his. Instantly her arms rapped around his neck, and Oz broke away to nibble at her throat. Willow let out a low gutteral moan, when air escaped Oz's nose and blew agaisnt the back of her ear. Oz's hold on her tightened as he managed to fumble to his knees. The force of his weight against her's caused Willow to tumble backwards and on to her back, while Oz, refusing to let go of her, tumbled forward, putting them in an all too familiar position. Willow smiled up at him. Oz smiled back, lowered himself from his perch over her and kissed her again. Willow's hands went for Oz's flannel, nearly tearing each button off from its hole. Oz's hand started playing with her hair, while the other....well you know.

"So much for the movie." Willow mumbled before Oz turned out the lamp and all went dark. Except the screen of course.



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