Disclaimer: Do you see Willow kissing Tara in this fic? There you go..you know I'm not Joss.

**************************Part 14********************

Oz woke up to feel the petite redhead, under his arms, shaking from the cold. Daylight was just now starting to break, the early morning sun, sneaking through the tiny window shades and shining on Willow's bright red hair. He rubbed the covers against her back, and after a few minutes of being warmed, she stopped shaking, and barried her face deeper into his chest again. Oz smiled when she started mumbling in her sleep, a trait he thought utterly adorable. She made a loud growling noise, that proved to be something of playfulness and frustration, and bit down hard on Oz's skin. Oz let out a yelp, at the feel of teeth trying to break his skin. He nudged Willow.

"Willow...baby." Oz said nudging at her shoulder. "Ow!!" Oz said when she bit down again. "Willow...ooh...teeth..hurt...Willow." Oz said shaking her a little harder this time. Willow woke up with a start, her teeth clenched on someones flesh, her nails digging into that someone's back. "Willow. Teeth. Hurt. Going to be bruised." Oz said. Willow's eyes opened wide at the sound of Oz's voice, and unclenched her jaw, to Oz's relief.

"Oz?" Willow asked sleepily.

"Hey baby."

"I didn't hurt you did I. I didn't mean to. I sometimes get like that." Willow said loosening her nails on his back and somehow managed to bring her stiff arms around his waist and back to her own body within the tight conifines of a goose-feather blanket rapped around the two.

"I'll heal in a couple of days." Oz said.

"Oh I'm sorry." Willow said in a pitiful voice, that said mother and sarcasm all in one. She looked down to his chest, the bite mark already turning a faint purple. "Did you want me to make it better?" Willow asked, stretching the blanket out, and managing to sit up, towering over Oz. Oz found strength in his arms, to let go of her waist, pulled them above his head and stretch like a cat. Willow started placing soft feather kisses on his chest, paying more attention to the bruise forming on his chest than the skin around it. She left a trail of dry kisses up to his neck, causing Oz to wriggle around when ever she found one of his weak spots with her hand or mouth, and teased it for a good two minutes. She worked her way up to his chin, and then his mouth, teasing his lips with her soft ones. Oz's arms rapped around her waist again pulling her chest flat against his, and kissing the pulse points at the jugular of her throat, while Willow's eyes glazed over at the jolts of electricity running through her body.

Than the phone rang.

"Shit." Oz mumbled against her throat. Willow giggled, and reached accross the bed to find the phone.

"Hello." Willow said into the phone.

"Hey...is Oz there?" A male voice asked over the phone.

"May I ask whose calling?" Willow asked.

"Its his cousin Jordy." The man said through the phone.

"Oh hey Jordy. Hold on..I'll get him." Willow said handing the phone over to Oz.

"Hey." Oz said over the phone.

"Hey man. Was that Lisa?" Jordy asked.

"Nope." Oz said.

"I didn't think so. She sounds a lot different. She's nicer." Jordy reasoned. Oz laughed into the phone.

"No..its Willow. She came over last night." Oz said.

"So are you two just friends or am I missing something."

"Only 3 days worth." Oz said smiling in the phone. "Listen, is it okay if I call you back. I'm about to take a shower." Oz said.

"Let me guess. Is Willow going to be in there?" Jordy asked annoyedly. Oz looked over at Willow's beaming eyes.

"Yep." Oz said.

"Fine, what ever. My mom just told me to call, because your supposed to come sign those legal papers this Friday." Jordy said.

"Legal papers?" Oz asked.

"Yeah...you know...your mom's will." Jordy said into the phone.

"I thought I already did that." Oz said, a little hurt about remembering his mother's legal issues.

"Nope. He found some more. Wants you to come down, and take the safe deposit key." Jordy said.

"Do you think he could wait for a later time? Cause Willow is leaving that day and I was planning on coming with her to the airport." Oz said sulking.

"I don't think so. He won't be back from Bremuta for another 6 weeks." Jordy said. Oz sighed into the phone, sending Willow a disappointed look.

"Alright. I'll do it." Oz said. "What time?"

"Noon" Jordy said.

"Alright. I'll be there." Oz said slamming the phone back into the cradle, and sending Willow a long look. Her face was etched with worry, not knowing whether to ask what that was all about, or just wait for Oz to realize that she was waiting for an explanation.

"What was that all about?" Willow asked, laying her head back down on his chest. Oz rapped an arm around her shoulders holding her close and sighed.

"I have to go to LA Thursday night so I can sign some legal papers over my mom's will." Oz said, a mask of grief swimming over his face. "I don't know when I'm going to be able to see you again." Oz said, kissing her forehead.

"You can call my cell." Willow said, leaning across Oz, stretching her arms down to the floor, where her jeans lay in a pile of denim. She searched the pockets, until she felt something plastic and pulled it out. "See." Willow said smiling. "I got it for free because I work with Intel." Willow said, a proud smile forming at the corners of her lips.

"Its not the same, and you and I both know it." Oz said kissing her shoulder.

"Its better than what we were going through." Willow said, sadness sweeping over her features at the memory of what she had done. Oz's face was unmistakeably similar.

"Willow, when are you going to tell me why you and I really broke up?" Oz asked in a resigned sigh. He really didn't want to be the one asking this, but he had to know. Willow lifted her face to look into his eyes.

"When I'm ready to tell you everything else." Willow said, before lowering her lashes seductively, and then rubbing her nose against his before capturing his lips with another breath taking kiss. At length, they pulled away, Oz desperately trying to control his breathing.

"How bout that shower?" Oz asked. Willow smiled, and allowed Oz to pick her up and cradle her in his arms like a baby, and carry her to the bathroom where they took a shower.

******************1 Hour Later*****************

Willow was actually wearing something warm for once, that actually fit the weather, when Oz started cooking waffles. She wore a pair, of light blue denim jeans that she brought in her bag last night, which had an inch of extra space when worn, a white t-shirt with a rounded collar, and a dark grey long sleeved sweater that Oz also bought her at Caldrins. It looked a lot like those sweaters that Sandra Bullock wore in While you were Sleeping. She had to admit that it was expensive though. 300 hundred dollars for that one sweater, but it was promised to last for at least twenty years. At the smell of pancakes, Willow forgot to dry her hair, and padded down the carpeted stairs in her socks and up to the door of the kitchen where Oz was whisteling one of his classic tunes that he got from the cartoon network every once in a while when they decided to show re-runs. She smiled to her self, enjoying the up beat melody.

Sneaking into the kitchen when Oz wasn't looking, she quietly waited until he was done turning the waffles, to cover his eyes with the palm of her hands. Oz grinned.

"Guess who." Willow said into his ear. Oz gently grabbed at her wrist, and pulled them away from his eyes. He turned around slowly, to find Willow grinning from ear to ear. He leaned forward to kiss her, but she pulled away playfully, her eyes shining.

"You were supposed to guess." Willow said, before rapping her arms around his neck and leaning forward to kiss him. About 30 seconds later, Willow tried to pull back, but found herself restrained by the counter behind her and Oz's weight in front of her.

"Oz?" Willow said. She got no response other than a more forceful kiss. Than she smelled something burning. Her eyes went wide. "Waffles....Oz...*kiss*....Oz!!!...*kiss*...waffles...are...*kiss*...burning...*kiss*." Oz's eyes went wide, and he pulled away from Willow admediately to turn off the waffle grill. They bothed leaned over to look at the burned waffles, and the grill smoking from the abscense of intense burning heat. Willow waved her hand in the air, trying to rid the awful stench roaming through the air.

"I definately think we should eat out." Oz said, his eye brows furrowed as if he were concentrating on something. Willow at his side, could only nodd her head, afraid that if she spoke, she'd end up inhaling the smoke.

***********2 Hours Later. Back at Oz's house from breakfast.**********

"Are you serious? I always thought it was a doll, or something." Willow said.

"Yep. Mini-me is a real person." Oz said taking a sip from his coke, while sitting in his lazy boy chair, watching Austin Powers: Mini-me Returns.

"No way." Willow said in denial. "I can't believe it. There is no way a real person can be that small." Willow said in denial. A wide smile plastered over her face, when she took off her sneakers and crossed her legs back up on the couch.

"Yep. Lives in Arlington Texas. I met this girl who was into acting who just thought he was adorable."

"Oh really. Did you remember her name?"

"Yep. It was...Casey Dell. I think I talked to her about 6 months ago. Last I heard, she got out of acting, and is now teaching Humanities and Psychology. She'll be a great teacher."

"Cool." Willow said, her eyes fixated on the screen when Mini-me started learning how to make, a model of Dr. Evil's space ship that looked like....'two peas and a pencil.' Willow and Oz started laughing really hard when Mini-me couldn't get the two peas and a pencil to fly.

"Oh my god. Look at him trying to glue those back together." Oz said pointing his finger towards the screen, his face turning red from all of his laughter.

"Poor Mini-me." Willow cooed.

"Poor mini-me? Please...he tried to kill my character more than once already. Once in the last episode, but that wasn't me in there...but...I mean come on. He's set me on fire, he tried to shoot me in the back of the knees, and did I mention that he likes to bite. Really hard." Oz said as if making a point.

"Yeah. But I mean...Mini-me is so helpless and sweet and cute, and your character...well...your not helpless." Willow said.

"I'm not helpless? I wasn't doing jack to that guy, but he's the one dealing out the pain." Oz cried objectively.

"What pain? You were acting." Willow said, as if she were scolding him.

"I know but...the only reason you feel sorry for mini-me is because he's cute and adorable in that fuzzy pink sweater he's wearing right now." Oz said.

"Thats not true."

"Than why do you feel sorry for him?"

"Because. He's little. And bald, and he's got that irresistable frame that makes you just want to go up behind him and squeeze him really tight. You know...like Snuggles from that fabric softner commercial. He's like a teddy bear."

"The only reason he is like a teddy bear, is because he dressed up as a teddy bear to steal little kids candy." Oz said baffled.

"Well anyways. Off that subject. I can't believe Felicity Shagwell turned out to be a guy who went through a sex change operation. No wonder her agent said it wasn't meant to be." Willow said smiling. Oz choked on his coke for a second at that comment, and his nose started burning when it managed to come out of his nose. Willow laughed even harder when he did that causing the both of them to go into hysterics.

"Stop it." Oz cried desperately, trying to get some sense of self control.

"No wonder she was so horny. I mean honestly. What kind of woman out there jumps the gun just like that. Please...Shagwell by name, Shag Very Well by reputation." Willow said doing an impersonation of Felicity's all to familiar turn about in American history impersonation of a classy girl.

"I don't know. I get quite a few lines like that now days." Oz said grinning. Willow's eyes widened and she looked at him, her eyes playfully feral.

"You didn't accept them did you?" Willow asked. Oz just raised his eyebrows and smirked.

"Wouldn't you like to know." Oz said, a cocky expression lighting his features. At that, without thinking, Willow jumped off of the couch, and pounced on him. The lazy boy chair rocked back and forth for a few seconds before the weight became too imbalanced, and it toppled over backwards. Oz grabbed ahold of her waiste as if she'd keep him from going with the chair, when all it really did was make her land harder than anticipated. Oz squinted his eyes, prepared to see a cloud of dust erupt from the chair, but had the shock of his life to find out that there was none. "Damn, I guess the house keeper really did her job." Oz said, his voice half impressed.

"No kidding." Willow said looking around for any sign of dust.

"I guess I should start paying her more." Oz said.

"How much do you pay her?" Willow asked.

"$500 a week." Oz said, counting up the sum in his head.

"Yep..your definately getting your money's worth." Willow said, her features half illuded and half impressed. Oz smiled and looked up at her. One leg stretched out over his chest, and the other folded under neathe her butt. They watched the TV from their positions for a few moments until Austin entered the woods with Christine Dyke. Than an idea came into Oz's head.

"We should go camping." Oz said. Willow looked at him, a hint of joy in her eyes.

"We haven't been camping since 2000." Willow said, a hopeful look in her eye. Oz smiled gingerly at her. He reached a hand up to carress her cheek. She leaned into his hand, than leaned down to capture his waiting lips in a kiss. Her hair falling down from its perch at her back, to the right side of her face like a red waterfall made out of silk. Willow pulled away, love outrageously shining in her eyes. Again, she looked like the vision from his dreams. Perfectly content with the world when ever he was near. Thats how she felt.

"What are you thinking?" Oz asked. He couldn't quite read her eyes this time.

"Can we go camping tomarrow?" Willow asked sweetly. Her voice almost imitating a childs. Oz idly played with her red hair, and leaned up for another kiss. She returned it with no resistance, and then pulled away a few seconds later, anticipating his answer. He nodded his head, and the excitement in her eyes once, just a dull spark, flew to life. She squealed, leaned down and hugged him, peppering his face and chin with a new set of kisses.

"I take it your rather enthused?" Oz asked. The only answer he got was a duh!!!! stare, and a couple hundred quick kisses on his forehead and cheeks. She started bouncing uncontrollably.

"Lets go pack." Willow said, bouncing down before standing up. When she bounced, her leg pressed into his chest, and he was forced to let out a harsh breath of air when she did. She looked down at him. "Well are you going to get up?" Willow asked.

"Just a minute. Let me catch....breath." Oz said rubbing at his chest and panting for air.

"Oh stop being such a baby." Willow said, leaning down and taking his hand, forcefully making him stand up. "Now march!!!" Willow said playfully, a look in her eyes telling him that he better do what she said or he was going to get attacked again.

"I just told you that I'd take you camping, and your giving me orders?" Oz asked, a look of amazement crossing his features.

"No. You just saved yourself the trouble of going through me." Willow said, pulling at his collar and kissing him sweetly. "Besides....if we get this done first...we can do..other stuff." Willow said, biting her lip and lowering her eye lashes to look him over, and then raising them back to meet his eyes seductively. She saw the look in his eyes, so she tilted her head just so, and raised her eyebrows as in a...your choice...kind of look.

"Well what if I don't do this?" Oz asked playfully, rapping his arms around her waist, and leaning in to kiss her. Right before he could kiss her though, she pulled away, untangling her waist from his arms. "Wha???" Oz asked blankly.

"Than we don't get to do...other...stuff." Willow said, a sad puppy dog like face in her eyes. Oz went stiff at the thought of....*no..don't want to think about that*..and gulped.

"Lets go pack." Oz said, racing up the stairs. Willow giggled when she noticed Oz working on overload, trying to get his cloths packed as quickly as possible. 30 minutes later, he had every single possible assortment of clothing stuffed into a fat suit case. Sweat persperated at the top of his forehead. Who could have thought that packing would be this hard? He looked up to Willow to see an amused smile playing at her lips. He stood up straight, walking over to her rather slowly. Like a predator stalking his prey, he smiled mischeviously, walking languidly towards the amused redhead 10 feet away. She shook her head at him.

"We're not done packing yet." Willow said, walking out the door when Oz got in range of 1 foot of her. He let out a frustrated breath.

"Can't we take a break?" Oz asked helplessly

"Not if we are going to leave for camping tomarrow. Speaking of which. Where are we going to camp?"

"I'll tell you after we do other...stuff." Oz said smiling. He knew for a fact that Willow would do anything to find out early about a surprise. And he knew that he would be her interrogation.

"Oh come on. Please...." Willow begged from the front door.

"I'm willing to negotiate." Oz hollered, still standing in his room at the doorway and smiling dreamily. Still trying to catch his breath.

"I'm not negotiating." Willow hollered.

"Neither am I." Oz hollered from outside his room while walking down the stairs. Willow was waiting for him at the door.

"Took you long enough." Willow said when Oz reached for his jacket. Oz just smiled at her.

"I guess I should learn not to get my hopes up." Oz said with a frustrated glare directed towards her. She smiled knowingly, her cheeks suffusing to a rosy pink at the thought of doing other stuff.

"Don't worry. We'll get to do other stuff all night long once we finish." Willow said sweetly before grabbing his collar again and planting a chaste kiss, than pulling away a second later to walk out into the cool morning air breathing against her cheeks. Oz went out to unlock the door to the car. He helped Willow in, started the engine, and turned on the heater. "Thankyou." Willow said shivering from the cold.

"Yeah....uh...where to?" Oz asked.

"Buffy's." Willow said shakily.

Not 10 minutes later, Willow and Oz were at Buffy's door. Willow opened the door with her key, and let in a warm breath when she went from cold to warm in a matter of seconds.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Oz asked. "I mean. If you thought that was cold out there, your going to be freezing the entire time out in the woods." Oz said. Willow looked at him with hopeful eyes, and pouted when it sounded like Oz was having second thoughts.

"Do you want to go camping?" Willow asked. Oz pondered this for a moment.

"I want to spend time with you, where no one can interupt us unless its an emergency." Oz said stroking her cheek. She smiled tremulously.

"Than I want to go camping." Willow said, her eyes glittering. Oz smiled at her again. Tilting her chin up just so he kissed her sweetly, their lips lingering together for at least 30 seconds. His arms rounded her waist, and kissed the temple of her eye before pulling away.

"Lets go pack." Oz said, entwining his fingers with hers while she led him up to the room she was staying at. Pictures littered the walls when they stepped in. Oz's mouth opened in awe. Some of them were of him, some of Xander and Cordelia, a few of Buffy and Giles, and a big wammy of pictures of Willow and a little boy with red hair.

"You like?" Willow asked. At the nodd of his head, she smiled and opened the closet with all her cloths in it.

"Whose the boy?" Oz asked.

"Uh...thats Kevin." Willow said distractedly.

"Should I be jealous?" Oz asked.

"Maybe. He is a big part of my life. Don't be upset if you two end up having to share me." Willow said, tugging a huge sport bag out of the closet.

"You know. He sort of looks like that Annican kid from Star Wars. Only with red hair, and spiked." Oz said a little uneasily. He looked so much like Willow. Red hair, green eyes, no freckles. He looked at a picture on her dresser, a picture of Buffy, and some brunette girl holding a baby. There were a few pictures of Willow kneeling behind Kevin, and hugging him around the shoulders at a beach when he was three.

Willow looked up from her packing to see him staring at one of the pictures on her dresser.

"Thats Kevin when he was born." Willow said as if that explained everything. Oz nodded his head, and proceeded to look around some more.

"This room is practically a shrine." Oz said smiling in wonder on how a person could be so creative. Willow nodded her head.

"Thats what Buffy said." Willow said packing the last set of cloths into a tote bag. Oz broke his gaze away from the walls to see Willow had finished packing.

"That was fast." Oz said a little more than amazed.

"Yep. Now all we need to do is get tooth paste, some matches, and pack some food and we are ready." Willow said walking out of the room to head for the bathroom. Taking a plastic bag, she put in her tooth brush, toothpaste, and a rag to keep the goup from going all over the place.

"I'll go make the sandwhiches."

"Okay...but Oz?"

"What?" Oz hollered from down stairs.

"Don't use the stove." Willow said a smile playing at her lips.

"Alright." Oz hollered smiling as well. "Say. Where is Buffy?" Oz hollered.

"She's at Jesse's I think. Well thats what the note says anyhow." Willow said coming down the stairs.

"So we have the house to ourselves?" Oz asked.

"Uh huh." Willow said smiling deviously, once she entered the kitchen. Oz turned around from carving pieces of a turkey, at the sound of her voice, and grinned from ear to ear at the look of mischief radiating off of her eyes.

"I like that look." Oz said, before eveloping her in a hug. He buried his face into her neck, placing light chaste kisses on the shadowed flesh. They started moving around the room, knocking over glasses here and there, until Oz had her pinned against the counter, his arms on either side of her waist, immobilizing her from any further movement. Willow pushed herself away from the counter, and tilted her head just so to capture his lips in one of the sweetest kisses she had ever dreamed of. He kissed her so tenderly, she nearly forgot to breath. Previously, their kisses had been rough, fierce, and rushed, but now, Oz acted as if he had all the time in the world. He broke away from her to catch his breath, then buried his face into her neck again. At the feel of his breath against her neck, her knees started to give out. Oz, noticing her distress, lifted her up onto the counter. Realizing that he too, would probably collapse, He reached for a stool to sit on. Willow leaned down slightly, to kiss him. Oz's arms rapped around her waist, and lifted her from the counter to sit on his lap. They kissed with renewed passion. Two nights did not make up for 5 years, and the actions they were displaying now certainly proved the theory. Willow could hear a faint rumbling in the distance, and then heard light tapping at the windows. She smiled and broke away to look at the kitchen window.

Oz's lips never left her skin though when he started placing small kisses on her neck and behind her ear.

"Oz." Willow said smiling.

"What?" Oz asked.

"Its raining." Willow said, petting his neck when he adverted his attention to the window, and sure enough, it was raining. It soon turned into flying buckets of water, with the occasional lightning and intimidating roars of thunder.

"I like it when it rains." Oz said, his eyes lighting up as if he were seeing it snow for the first time. Willow looked at him with so much love, a person could say that it was tangible. Taking advantage of the moment, while he wasn't looking she leaned in to nibble on his earlobe.

"Me too." Willow said sweetly. Oz let out a sharp gasp of shock, at the feel of warm lips nibbling on his cold ears, and his hold around her waist tightened, when the air coming out of her nostrils went behind his ear and down his neck. Holding on to her with one arm, he raised the other to tilt her head up. She lifted her eyes to meet his, and practically melted into his embrace when he brushed his lips against hers. The two continued to neck for what seemed like hours, but in reality was probably 30 minutes, until Oz's back was growing stiff.

"What time did Buffy say she'd be back?" Oz asked.

"Around 11." Willow whispered into his ear.

"am or pm." Oz asked. Just then, the sound of a door shut in the distance.

"I'm assuming a.m." Willow said, sighing in disappointment, and breaking away to catch her breath. Oz grinned from ear to ear at the look of her. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips were slightly chapped from before, and she was breathing faster than usual.

"Willow???" Buffy hollered from the front door.

"Hey Buffy." Willow said, sliding off of Oz's lap and striding into the front room. Oz remained still in the kitchen. Still trying to recover from just a few moments ago. Buffy's once goofy smile from before grew even wider at the sight of Willow. Her cheeks were flushed a bright red, her hair was all tosseled, and the little known fact that she had a fresh hickey forming on her shoulder which seemed to be missing a strap gave it all away.

"Is Oz here?" Buffy asked.

"Hey Buffy." Oz said, taking a bite out of one of the sandwhiches that he had made.

"How did you..." Willow started...

"How did I know Oz was here?" Buffy asked. At the nodd of her head, Oz went into the kitchen to give the two their private girl talk.

"Your hair is tosseled." Buffy said smiling. "Your cheeks are completely flushed." Her smile growing even wider. "And unless you recently fell on a door knob, your going to have a lasting hickey for the next week or so." Buffy said a little louder so Oz could hear from the kitchen. Willow turned around to see that Oz was gone, but could hear him trying to sustain a laugh in the kitchen. Willow blushed an even deeper color and her eyes widened at the look on her friends face.

"Could you get any louder?" Willow asked.

"And unless you recently.!!!!..." Buffy's repetitive statement was cut short by a hand covering her mouth. Willow removed her hand. "Sorry. Did you two want me to leave so you guys can have some privacy?" Buffy asked sweetly. Willow's eyes said yes, but her mouth wouldn't follow.

"No. You can stay here. It is after all your house." Willow said, mentally slapping herself for saying that. Buffy grinned. She'd stay. She was tired, and the thought of even watching the two squirm by trying to keep from jumping one another would be a Siskel and Eberts 2 thumbs up!!!

"Okay...I will." Buffy said, throwing her tote bag over the side of the couch, putting one knee on the couch and then sitting on it. Letting the other leg hang loose. Smiling widely, she grabbed the remote controls, and turned it to the Peoples Court. She knew Willow was going to hate this. Just when Willow was about to try and make her escape to the kitchen...."Say Willow. Could you tell me what you think of this court case? I've watched a few times, and I keep thinking...hey the guy is guilty. But when I was watching it with Jesse, he thinks he is innocent.

"Buffy. Its a court case from what...'96, '97? You know I think O.J Simpson is guilty. Now is this just a feeble attempt at keeping me from going to the kitchen to get something to eat, or have you gone completely insane?" Willow asked, menace creaping in her voice.

"Probably both. But you see...I imagine that when you walk into that kitchen, food will not be your first priority." Buffy said. Willow blushed crimson. "Besides. I want to do something with you. I mean, by the looks of it, you and Oz already have plans for all week long so could you just watch this for me. Please??? Watch it with me. Your best bud, whose roof your living under, and has kept some big bad secrets for you for the past 5 years." Buffy said, her voice growing more -me cat, you mouse- menacing.

"Fine." Willow said. Taking her seat on the couch, mimicking Buffy's position, she called out to Oz. "Oz you can come in now." Willow said. Making room for him, so that he could sit at the corner of the couch, making a sufficient head rest for the next hour. Well, she thought it was going to be for an hour.

**********8 hours later...around 7pm.**********

"Buffy..." Willow said yawning. "I'm getting really tired. Can we watch something else? You didn't tell me that it was a marathon."

"But Willow. You promised." Buffy whined.

"Buffy. Why don't you record the rest of it, and then when I die of boredom, you can put it in the incinerator to burn with me." Willow said.

"But than you wouldn't have a happy after life." Buffy said.

"Buffy.." Willow wined. "Oz is already asleep, and he and I have a really long week ahead of us."

"Oooh...do tell."

"Nope."

"I'll let you leave." Buffy said. At that Willow's eyes brightened, and Oz's cheek ticked.

"Okay. Oz and I, are going camping. He won't tell me where. All I know, is that we will be gone tommarow, Tuesday, and Wednsday. Than we come back, and Oz leaves for LA Thursday night." Willow said.

"Are you going to tell him?" Buffy asked. Willow ducked her head, praying that Oz had not heard that, or what she was about to say.

"I don't know. I think I want to wait until after we see each other again after vacation, before I tell him anything else about Kevin." Willow said whispering solemnly. Anguish, despair, and stress written all over her face.

"But I thought...."

"He's not ready, Buffy." Willow said shaking her head. Buffy nodded her head solemnly.

"Alright. Have fun camping....is he staying the night?" Buffy asked.

"Can he?" Willow asked with pleading eyes. At the nodd of her best friends head, Willow's eyes beamed. "Thankyou." Willow mouthed, standing up and stretching her legs. At the abscense of her body, Oz woke up.

"Willow?" Oz asked groggily. Willow bent down to tug at his hands and help him stand up.

"Hey Oz. Buffy said we can go now." Willow said, tugging at his hand and leading him up the stairs to her room.

"Where are we going?" Oz asked, more awake, knowing that he didn't have to watch another minute of Court TV.

"To my room. Buffy said you could stay the night." Willow said in a hushed tone, and opening the door to her room. Oz leaned his head on Willow's shoulder tiredly. Willow guided him to the bed. Only two words stood out in Oz's mind. 'Bed, and Willow.' His arms rounded her waist, and he started kissing the nape of her neck.

Willow mentally kicked herself for what she was about to do. Turning around in Oz's hold, she placed a gentle kiss on Oz's lips and then pulled away. Untangling her waist from his grasping arms, she said three words.

"You need sleep." Willow said with her resolve face.

"and I'm tired, and that is your resolve face, so I'm not going to argue." Oz grumbled, rubbing at his temples. Willow kneeled on the mattress, and untucked the comforters from the corners and pulled them back. She stood back up and gestured for Oz to get in. He put one knee on the mattress and fell forward sleepily, his body taking up both sides of the mattress. Willow rolled her eyes at her boyfriend. *Figures*. She thought. Kneeling at the edge of the bed, she lifted his lower body, and then walked on her knees with his legs in her arms and dropped them. Than she realized that he was on top of the covers, and it was cold in the house. *Time to get help from Buffy.* Willow thought. She walked out of the door quietly, and when she made it to the bottom of the stairs she noticed that Buffy was no longer watching the OJ Simpson case. She was watching the cartoon Network.

"Buffy?" Willow asked. Buffy jumped at Willow's voice. She turned her head meakly.

"Yaah?" Buffy asked.

"I need your help. Oz passed out when he got on the bed, and I need you to lift him so I can get the covers from underneath him." Willow said. Buffy sighed.

"I always do everything around here." Buffy said playfully. Willow smiled greatfully. "I can't believe he passed out." Buffy said.

"Believe me. I had to move him." Willow said tiredly. They reached her room to see that Oz had moved himself, and was now asleep, underneath the covers, a peaceful look surpassing his features. Willow smiled in relief. "Nevermind." Willow said quietly.

"You dragged me all the way up here for nothing?" Buffy asked playfully.

"If you'll drop it, I won't question you as to why you stopped watching the court channel." Willow said tiredly, and yawning into her hand.

"Deal." Buffy said, racing out the door. Willow nodded her head greatful to finally get some rest. She let the moonlight guide her to the bed, and slipped into the covers next to Oz. Her back to his face. A few moments later, just when she was about to doze off, an arm went around her waist and pulled her up against his body. Willow melted into her sleeping boyfriends somewhat protective and possessive arms, and sleep over came her a moment later.