Cure

She stood before it, listening carefully and showing no sign of intimidation. The slightest sign of fear, the book had said, would break the spell immediately. “The beast must have someplace to go,” it told her, blinking its huge, myopic dark eyes, as if it was not sure of her. Its voice echoed through the cavern loudly, wreaking havoc in her head. In any other situation she would have at least flinched, but she stood her ground, nodding slightly.
“I understand.” She told it softly. It smiled, its white, sharp teeth glinting in the light of the torches almost menacingly.
“Very well.” A bright flash obscured her vision for a moment, and when it returned, she was back in the dorm room she shared with Buffy, seated in front of the candle and burning incense, the knowledge she had asked for filling her head. A brief sad smile flitted across her face as she began to set up the next part of the spell.

Oz walked into his bedroom, about to prepare for his three-nights-a-month imprisonment. He recoiled in shock as Willow uncrossed her legs, a seductive smile on her face that did not quite reach her eyes. She was wearing what looked like a Japanese ceremonial robe, and briefly he wondered where she had gotten it before she stood up and it fell away, exposing her lithe, beautiful body. He was lost in an instant.
Willow noted the success of the third part of the spell she’d cast, and she stepped towards him, wrapping her slender arms around his neck. She stepped backwards, pulling him towards the bed, and forced herself to act happy as they tumbled into the sheets. His hands, those beautiful hands that knew her body so well, skillfully did the things he knew she liked best, and she did the same for him, making every effort to give him the best goodbye she could. It was almost as if he’d never left, and she had almost forgotten the reason she was there when it ended in an exquisite burst of pleasure.
Then Oz smiled lazily at her, murmured, “I love you,” and drifted to sleep in her arms, forgetting completely that the sun would be setting very soon. A sad smile crossed her face as she kissed his forehead tenderly.
“And I love you.” She whispered before reluctantly leaving her peace behind to search for her clothing. Returning to the bedside after tying the robe back on, she watched him sleep for a moment. A small, serene smile was on his face, and he showed no sign of waking for some time. Willow sighed, then tucked him in carefully.
“Goodbye, Oz.” She murmured softly, running her pale hand down his face lovingly for what she knew would be the last time. “Happy birthday.” That said, she left without looking back, for that would be much too painful.
A few minutes later, on a hill outside town, a lone red wolf howled at the beautiful full moon before turning away, walking slowly into the darkness.

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