Summary: Oz watches Willow. Fluffy fic.
Spoilers: Through Phases.
Disclaimer: They belong to Joss. I wish they belonged to me, because I'd
play with them and make them kiss a bunch and stuff.
Rating: G
A little five minute fic for Karen and Pixie, because they deserve it.

I know that you know that I'm watching you right now. I love these minutes
that we share sometimes. Where it seems like we're everything and nothing,
flying through space, destined to fall into each other.

I fall into you pretty often. Into your eyes and smile, the adorable shy
look that you cast me under your lashes when I've just complimented you. I
drown in that look and I love not having the air to breathe. You're my air.
You're my water and food and everything that gives me strength and hope.
You're what sustains me.

I sometimes think that I fell in love with you before I met you, before I saw
you that night you were dressed like an Eskimo. I always hoped that someone
like you was out there in the world but never really believed it until I
heard your voice. You're the faith that I hold on to when there's nothing
else. I fell in love with the idea of you, maybe... Who knew that the idea
would be the perfect reality of the perfect woman who could give me the most
perfect sort of love?

I've told you that when I wolf out, I go to a place dark and deep inside of
myself, a place that scares me. Well, when I look at you, I get scared too.
I get scared because there's so much light that fills my eyes, so many good
feelings running through me that I can't name or count them all, and I wonder
for a moment if you're even real. Nothing as good as you is supposed to
exist.

But you do.

And so I watch you when you're not looking, wishing that I could interrupt
you with a kiss or just to see you smile or whatever. Just to see you look
at me back, to see you level those glimmering green eyes on mine. I'm
watching you right now, as your hair hangs like a red silk curtain, shielding
most of your face from me as you bend over your school work. But I can see
the tip of your tongue lick your lips slowly, and I know that you know.

You slowly turn to look at me too and there it is: That blinding light is
hitting me in the stomach, and will in a moment go blasting through my heart,
almost making me fall to my knees. But it's okay. Pain usually accompanies
this much pleasure.

You watch me intently, and I see a sweet curiosity in your gaze as you wonder
what I'm thinking. I shake my head, almost unable to form words as I'm
confronted with all of you and then I say, "God, you're beautiful."

Your eyes twinkle now, warmly and shyly and I think back to three days ago
when you paused mid-step in the quad to turn around and come back to kiss me.
I think of what courage that must have taken, what a big heart you have.

You touch my wrist, a pretty blush staining your cheeks and give me a small
smile. Your voice is the sweetest music to me. Someday I'll have to write a
song about it. "Thank you," you murmur and I feel myself shuddering at the
simple honesty in your voice.

I see that you are trying to believe the compliment but don't worry: I'll
say it as many times as you need to hear it so that you realize it's true.
Because it is. You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.

You watch me watching you for a moment longer and then turn back to your
schoolwork. Part of me knows I should glance down at my own paper but I
don't. I have no desire to look at anything but you. You fascinate me.

I'm going to tell you that I love you soon.

Maybe it'll be way too soon and I'll scare you away, but I don't think I'll
be able to help it. I think the words will just slip out when I feel them
and I hope that I don't freak you out or anything.

But for now I'll just keep watching you doing your work, studying your
gestures and breathing patterns and keep my feelings silent. Maybe you can
see them in my eyes, anyway.

I can't wait for you to look up again.


The End


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