By Laura
This story is for everyone who encouraged me to get over a nasty case of writer's block... and especially Pixie 'cause I think she was ready to kick my ass if I whined about it anymore.. and she gave me a melted igloo *grins* Don't Ask ;) You'd be frightened.
"When I look... No that won't work... When I see.... no......."Willow resisted the urge to giggle as she watched her boyfriend try to write a song. Devon had been bitching about not having any new material and Oz got stuck with the lucky job of writing a new song... basically since Devon's usually consisted of "Oh Devon, he's so fine, he's so fine her blew our minds, Oh Devon."
Oz looked so cute when he was trying to concentrate. He was sitting on the floor, his guitar in his lap, paper strewn out in front of him, a guitar pick between his teeth and a pencil in his hand.
Abruptly he took the entire piece of paper, scrunched it into a ball and threw it into a trash can on the other side of his bedroom.
"Having fun?" Willow teased from where she was lying on his bed.
He simply looked up at her, an annoyed expression on his face.
Willow knew he wasn't annoyed with her, he was simply frustrated. She laughed and hugged his pillow.
"I just have NO inspiration." He complained quietly... which was normal for Oz.
"It happens to the best of us."
"No, it happens when Devon puts too much pressure on me."
"Maybe you should stop trying so hard." She suggested.
"What do you have in mind?"
"Just come here... the lyrics will come to you eventually."
He raised an eyebrow and silently joined her on his bed.
"Take off your shirt."
He did as he was told.
She smiled and pushed him onto his stomach, straddling his lower back. Humming quietly to herself she gently massaged him, working out the knots in his shoulders. "You're incredibly tense." She murmured flipping him over and pressing her lips to his.
Oz was slightly startled but returned her kisses with equal passion.
How much time had passed he wasn't sure, the next thing he knew he was curled up under the covers with her in his arms feeling more relaxed than he had in days.
Sensing that he was awake she kissed his jaw and worked her way up to his lips. "Relaxed now?"
He nodded, pulling her closer for another kiss then suddenly breaking away, jumping out of bed, pulling on his boxers and grabbing some paper.
Puzzled Willow sat up hugging his comforter to herself and watched him for a few moments, before, satisfied with himself he stopped writing.
"The song is done."
"I guess you found your inspiration." She smiled.
"I dunno... Devon would be extra happy if I had two songs for him... too much inspiration never killed anyone..."
The End.
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