an original work of fiction by Mazzy and Alantie 4/02
Time period, end of season 3 “The Prom”
spell check by Mazzy on 5/7/02
 
Mazzy's part I
 
Willow looked in the mirror.   She thought to herself as she looked at her reflection "Dress falling on body correctly-check!  Hair in place--check!  Make-up non-smeary--check” She knew her doorbell would ring any second and her guy--her man--would be all tuxed out.  She was excited and anxious.  How would he look out of his typical-slacker wear?  She grinned knowingly.  This would be the clothes-fluke encounter of the right kind.  She threw some last minute items in her handbag as she heard the ringing of the door...
 
Alantie's part I

He stood quietly on her porch, but not even his trademark stoicism could hide his excitement. She flung open the door and grinned at him, tilting her head cutely, the way he liked it. He grinned back, his eyebrows going up a little as he spoke "wow." he said, his voice faltering a little. He adjusted his tux a little, and his look asked her "do you like it?" She nodded at him, watching him, savoring his face. He reached a manly hand out and put it around the back of her waist and pulled her towards him. She gazed into his eyes as he did so, and closed them as he lightly kissed her on the lips. They were the same height and kissing him was the most comfortable thing in the world. She pulled away after they were finished and breathed deeply. He smelled like a new tux and his wonderful cologne that turned her on in a quiet and passionate way. He ran his gentle and soft fingers down her arm, and intertwined her fingers with his, leading her down the steps to his car. She stopped in surprise "Oz, where’s your van!?" A very nice and shiny coupe sat in front of her house. He looked back at her "I borrowed a friends car." he said simply. She smiled..."o-o-oh..so we can travel in style right? because you and I both look good, so we should be in a good looking car..n-n-not that your van is NOT good looking, b-b-but it is. I mean, sometimes...and I am talking too much, aren't I?" she stopped, her huge eyes glancing at him, her cheeks flushed. He opened the passenger side door for her. "Will, you can talk all you want. You know I love to hear your voice." He put his hand on her rosy cheek, his thumb caressing her eyebrow. She closed her eyes, falling under his spell of sensuality. He put his fingers under her chin and kissed her again, this time just as gentle, but with a little tongue to convey how much he loved her. Their hot tongues intermingled slowly, his watery kiss filling her mouth, without being too imposing. She pulled away, and grinned happily, sliding into the seat. He opened his door and got in quickly, starting the car, and pulling away. As he pulled away he reached over and grabbed her hand again, raising it to his lips, kissing it softly, and then holding it on his leg as he drove...

Mazzy's part II

Just 2 blocks away from the high school, Oz flicked on the blinker and made a left turn.  Willow's beaming smile suddenly turned into a look of question.  "Um, but uh, you're supposed to be going not this way," she said as he spinned the wheel.  He turned to her and smiled a bit devilishly.  "We'll get there, don't worry." He squeezed her hand.  "But first, I have a surprise for you."  They drove a few more blocks when Oz finally pulled over the car and turned off the engine.  "Should I be waiting for everyone I ever knew to be popping from behind the trees and yelling surprise or something 'cause that would be kinda inconvenient considering there'll all at school, well except for Buffy who's out patrolling for hellhounds.  Oh wow, maybe we should go find her?  I'm feeling kinda guilty..." then off his amused look she continued, "...and there I go again, babbling away, like the Tower of Babylon."  Oz laughed, that quiet soft, sexy laugh she knew so well.  "It's OK Will," he reassured, "It's just you and me, and I'm sure Buffy's fine."  Then he grabbed both her hands and pulled her to face him completely.  "I brought you *here* for a reason.  This may seem like an ordinary street, but for me it's more than that. " He looked down for a minute.  She knew he was not one with the words and realized how much this must mean for him--to speak openly and let out his feelings.  "There were so many nights, I would be driving home from a gig or something and just thinking that 1 day, I wouldn't be driving around alone at night.  And actually kinda hoping I wouldn't be alone at all.  I was driving down this exact street one night--Halloween, I think, and I was thinking that exact thought.  But then something caught my eye."  Willow was grinning, ear-to-ear.  She loved him so much.  She loved his eyes, she loved his tender touch.  She had no idea what he was gonna say or do, but her heart brimmed with emotion for him.  "I looked out the window and I saw this beautiful creature--you.  At that very moment, the world like--came to a halt.  Everything I knew was turned upside down, but I knew that my life would never be the same again."  He watched her intently.  "Oh Oz!" she gasped and smiled at the same time before pulling him toward her.  They kissed, a loving kiss, yet full of animal passion.  His tongue tickled hers and they fell into a familiar rhythm with their mouths and bodies.  She loved this--all of it!  She wanted him so much then, but he gently pulled away.  "Wait!  I have something for you" He reached behind the car seat and pulled out two objects.  In a clear plastic box was the most beautiful flower corsage she had ever seen.  The exact color of her dress.  He knew.  He'd paid attention.  The other item he was holding was in a small box...

Alantie's part II

Willow looked at the box, and then back at Oz, and then back at the box again. Her voice died in her throat and her breath became heavy. Oz got out of the car, and came around to her side. She sat there and twiddled with her corsage as she watched him come around the car. He opened her door and rested his knees on the side of her seat, stooping down so he could look her in the eyes. "Will...I love you so much. I can't imagine my life without you. I got to drive down this street, and not be alone. And I don't want to be alone again. Willow-marry me? Be my wife? Be my lover, my best friend, and my partner for eternity?" His eyes stared deep into hers, pleading with her, loving her. Willow's eyes were shiny and huge, tears rolled softly down her cheeks, but her lips were curved into a smile. Oz put one hand up and touched the tears with his thumb to make them disappear, but they still left shimmering lines on her smooth skin. He opened the box and presented it to her. It was a gorgeous ring, made out of silver, with three diamonds in laid in the center, on the band a vine with leaves and roses was engraved...the diamonds were the roses. He pulled it out of its velvet bed, and slipped it on Willows finger. She began to cry more evidently now. "Oh my god" she whispered, laughing through her tears. She put her hands on his slender face and brought him up to her, kissing his mouth, his cheeks, his neck quickly and passionately. He did the same to her, breathing in the smell of her hair and body. "Lets go to the dance," he whispered pulling away, but his forehead still resting against hers, and his hands on her neck,” and then I want to take you somewhere quiet and beautiful" he said suggestively, but not like a horny guy, more like a man who wanted to finally demonstrate his passionate love for her. Her heart flipped in her chest. 'Finally', she thought. Then he got back in the car, and drove to the prom. They entered like two beautiful people should. Matching, shining, smiling, and breathtaking....

Mazzy's part III

Willow was in another world.  It was just her and Oz in a place beyond Sunnydale, beyond the earth, beyond everything, and she knew she just wanted to *live* there.  But there was a part of her being that nagged at her.  She worried about Buffy; she worried about the threat to that night and the even bigger one beyond--the ascension.  "No," she thought "I'm not gonna put those negative thoughts out in the universe." and she grabbed Oz tighter as they danced to a slow song, her head resting on his shoulders.  As if he knew she had those worries, he stroked the side of her face and the touch of his hand warmed her heart and soul.  She wanted to believe in a world where she and Oz could go on, could actually follow through on this dream to be together, to be *married*--husband and wife.  And because he wanted it so much, it made her want it even more.
 
Oz had suggested that they keep their engagement a secret for now.  He wanted it between just the two of them for that night.  He had also given her a chain and had lovingly placed the ring through it and around her neck.  It wasn't noticeable to anyone and for then that was OK, because they didn't need to answer any questions.  He knew what his family would say--he was too young, he wouldn't make any kind of money as a guitarist?  He would never be able to support her?  But he also knew these were the voices of people who had not seen the real Sunnydale.  They had not had to face death over and over and come to realize how precious the here-and-now was.  They would never understand how important Willow's love was in the face of all of that and how lucky they were to have found each other.  He held her tightly and tenderly as the danced together.  They broke only when they saw Buffy finally enter the room.  It relieved him to see the wave of relief that washed over Willow's face.
 
It was almost the end of the night, but he knew it was just the beginning of things to come...

Alantie's part III

Willow sighed, knowing that her best friend was near and safe. She snuggled into Oz's embracing body, now completely content.  The rest of the Prom went by like a dream-more slow dancing, Buffy getting recognition for her sweat, tears, blood, and pain, and Angel showing up for her. Willow was the most happy when her best friend was happy..and when she was wrapped in the arms of her fiancé. The end of the evening was quiet. Willow hung onto Oz's arm as they walked slowly out to the car. She looked down the street at the retreating forms of Angel holding Buffy's hand, walking her home. She sat down on the passenger side seat gracefully, smoothing out her skirt, and waiting for Oz.

They were in the car for a while...driving somewhere into the hills. Oz had picked out the place he wanted to go. He had reservations at a beautiful bed and breakfast overlooking the valley and forests around Sunnydale. Their room was huge, with a giant balcony, but cozy and warm. Moonlight streamed in the french doors of the balcony, and candles were already lit around the room. He closed the door behind them. "Good thing my parents are away. They won't ask." She said, turning back towards him. He walked towards her, his hands outstretched. His heart skipped a beat when he felt her slide her hands into his. He always got excited when she touched him. He never got tired of her skin, warmth, and nervous stutter. She grinned shyly at him as he pulled her close to him, kissing her. Their tongues danced with more passion than they ever had. His hands let go of hers and removed her shawl from her arms. She did the same to his suit coat, then his vest, and then her fingers slowly unbuttoned his shirt. She pressed her palms against his chest. He felt his chest rush with dizzying heat and his smothered animal desire. He quickly undid her dress and they fell onto the bed. 'She doesn't compare to anyone else I have been with,' he thought, ‘she is amazing. I have wanted to make love to her for so long.' He sighed under her kisses and laid next to her, his hands running up and down her body, removing her underwear. He felt her working at removing his pants and helped her. Her eyes were glowing in the dim light and her skin looked smoother than ever. She smelled like her bodywash and arousal, and that just aroused him more...

Mazzy's part IV

He growled with desire.  She actually heard him growl, and it frightened her a bit because she could sense the wolf--the animal inside of him.  Her body tensed under the touch of his hands and he looked her sternly in the eyes.  "Willow," he said.  "Oh Oz," she gasped with breath, "I'm sorry!"  She got off the bed and pulled the sheets around her body.  She moved over to a window that was near the balcony and the light from the night sky streamed across her face.  He never thought she looked more beautiful then she did at that moment.  So natural, so desirable, yet he was aware that there was a beast inside him and that for at least a moment it had frightened her.   He moved toward her carefully, not wishing to upset her further.  He could hear her breathing, every one of his senses were heightened.
 
She looked at him as he moved nearer, her eyes shiny--washed by the tears that had fallen from them.  "Are you afraid of me?" he asked and she could tell that he felt anxious.  "No," she said and put her hand out toward him, "it's not you that I'm afraid of.  It's..." he finished for her "...the beast".  He grabbed her outstretched hand and began to stroke it gently.  She was crouched on the floor, but she began to relax as he touched her.  "Willow, do you trust me?”  She nodded to him, "With everything that I am."  He kissed her hand gently then raised his hand to stroke her face, wiping her tears away.
"Then I need you to believe that I won't hurt you."  He touched her face more then he gently grabbed her face in his hands.  She tilted her head and squeezed, her eyes closed as she felt his skin upon her again, and she was comforted.   He pulled her face toward him again and his lips met her in a kiss that was at first warm and tender.  She felt his softness and began to trust in him again.  Her lips parted and she allowed him to kiss her deeper.  Soon she was responding with her own tongue and they were entangled in a furious dance.  Their limbs began to intertwine again and she could feel her body moving with his.  It felt natural and she knew what would follow, but still she hesitated...
 
Alantie's part IV

They moved together onto the bed, the sheets beginning to stick with their sweat. Oz began to make his manly moves, kissing her deeply as he did so to relax her. As he lay on top of her, she began to quiver. "Will..." he stopped, holding himself up with his arms over her, his legs intertwined with hers, "Are you sure you are okay...you feel...cold and shaky." She stretched out her arms to either side of her, and opened her eyes. "Just a little nervous...y-you're still rumbling, and, w-well, this is my first time. You know? You do know." Her eyes were shining again. "Willow.... I love you, I'll take it slow, and I won't hurt you." His voice was strangely quiet and deep. She looked at him carefully. His eyes were glimmering too. He slowly lowered his hips on to hers.  She clutched the sheets as he dropped his face to her neck, kissing her as he satisfied her in a way she had never been loved before. She soon began to kiss him back, and raising her hips to meet his. They rolled and made love for the next few hours. Finally, after the moon had set and the candles burned too low to cast light, she fell on to his chest. His heart was beating rapidly, and his chest rose and fell as he regained breath. She pressed her sweaty hands against his glistening chest, her fingers moving subconsciously, caressing his ribs Her legs were wrapped up in his, his toes curled around hers. His fingers ran up and down her arms and he pressed his face against her hair. "Oz...that was..." He grinned gently.. "beautiful." he finished her sentence. "Yeah..." she sighed...then she noticed that his skin had gotten strangely warm...and kinda hairy. She pulled back and stared into his face. His eyes were black, and his teeth were large and pointy. "No...no. It’s not the full moon! Damn, OZ! Don't change! You can't change!"...He sat up.."Oh, god." He gasped looking down at his hands.."Will, go. Now. Leave." She grabbed the sheet around her and ran for the door, but stopped just as she was about to grab the doorknob. "No." She whispered, turning back. "We can defeat this animal, Oz...." She said, walking courageously towards him..He looked up at her, clutching his stomach, a painful expression on his face...

Mazzy part V

Oz was doubled over in pain, clutching himself as his hair grew out, his ears became pointy and his hands stretched out.  Willow stood in place, scared but determined.  She thought to herself, "A spell, a spell?  What can I do? Phases of the moon spell? No that wouldn't work, this transformation wasn't the cause of a full moon."  It was cause of her! She brought out the wolf in him!  She felt frightened at that, but she couldn't dwell on it.  Time was running out and he was transforming.  "Transforming...a transformation spell?  I'll change him back!"  Willow stretched out her hand and tried to remember the words she had read in one of Giles dusty old books.  She never thought she would try this, that she would need it, but right now she was glad she had checked it out.  "Just in case" she had thought at the time.  Giles hadn't even known she got hold of that book.  If he knew...but she couldn't worry about that right now.  She needed to concentrate on the spell.  She closed her eyes and the words flowed out of her mouth "Revelus facetious veritus" (reveal the true face).  She swept her hand in a motion toward him, assuming this would turn him back to the man she had just spent hours making love to, but it didn't!  It just increased the rapidness of his transformation and for one moment, Willow was truly horrified with the knowledge that the true Oz was this "the wolf", not the man she knew.  Wolf Oz let out a tremendous howl. It was like a searing pain.  Willow, frightened determined to run, but then, she could see him changing back--the monster becoming the man again...
 
Alantie part V

He fell off of the bed, exhausted from fighting the animal inside of him. Willow raced towards his crumpled body, laying so still at the foot of the bed, his one leg still up on it, and his arm draped over his head. He looked up towards her shape coming towards him...everything was fuzzy, and ethereal. The white sheet around her body glowed, and rippled out behind her in slow motion as she surged towards him. Here sweaty red hair swept back off of her neck, and her eyes were full of concern. He blinked as she collapsed onto her knees next to him, pulling his naked body so it would stretch out and be comfortable and putting his head on her lap. She stroked the top of his head, running her fingers through his hair deeply, as her other hand held his smooth and sweating face.
      "I can't control it. It won't stop surfacing. Something’s wrong. You should go. I don't want you to be hurt." He panted, blinking his eyes furiously, trying to focus on her. She leaned down, her nose an inch from his. She kissed him gently, then kissed his nose, and then his eyelids, trying to calm their pace. She put her hand over his heart and raised his head a little.
       "Oz...I love you. More than words can say. I'm not going anywhere. We can beat your wolf. True love can do that." He sat up, trying to regain his human strength
        "No, Willow! True love is what is keeps bringing it out! How badly I want you all the time, how much I love you, and how good it felt to show you! I am a wolf. An animal." He struggled, and lifted himself to his feet. Willow stood up, letting her sheet fall to the floor. He stared at her, his eyes lovingly savoring her there, in front of him. Her cheeks didn't flush, she didn't stammer, or look around shyly. She looked right at him and walked towards him.
      "You are not a wolf. You are a man." Then her eyes turned black for one instant and she muttered something quietly, her fingers stretched towards him. He fell towards her, his body taking the shape of the beast. He screamed out to her, but she held her ground. Then she raised her hands towards the ceiling, a hundred little sparkles flying around her, she urgently and authoritatively muttered another enchantment and lowered her hands quickly to Oz's hairy body growling in front of her. All of a sudden he yelped and fell to the ground again, whimpering and writhing all over the floor. She used her magick to move the weak werewolf body to the bed. He shuddered and then lay still. She whispered another spell, and the body began to transform to Oz's again. He laid quietly, his eyes closed, but a peaceful expression on his face. Willow opened one of the french doors and slid out onto the balcony, into the coolness of the night. The valley was dark, and everything was silent, except she was keenly aware of her lovers light breathing. Her eyes closed with relief, and she leaned into the stone railing, resting her forehead on her arms in front of her. A hand ran up her spine, and she turned to see Oz standing there, holding a sheet, which he wrapped around her when she turned to him. He pulled her towards his body.
      "What did you do?" he whispered urgently, his voice almost overcome by his intense emotion. He shuddered as tears came to his eyes and rolled down his cheeks.
      "I sent the werewolf to hell,” she said, her eyes welling up with his. She sighed heavily and leaned into him, kissing the tears off of his face.
      "For good?" he asked stronger.
      "Hopefully. If it worked. You will have to drink a potion within the next 24 hours with a drop of your blood in it, but I think it will work for now, a-a-at least." Willow smiled weakly, and looked down at his arms around her, and her hands on his chest. He watched her downturned face, feeling an incredible soaring of happiness, relief, and freedom. He waited patiently for her to look up at him again. The minute her eyes fell on his glowing eyes he leaned towards her and kissed her passionately. That animal hunger was there, but it wasn't the fearful wolf. It was Oz's love, passion, and emotions of thanks and safety pouring into her mouth. She began to laugh happily, wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling him to her firmly. He pulled away only long enough to pick her up and take her to the bed. And they disappeared: his strong muscular body carrying hers, the white sheet dragging behind them, blowing in the light breeze, making them both look ethereal, and glowing in the dark night.