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I'm putting these both in one entry to save time and FL space. Here we go!
First up, Oz thinks about a certain decision he's made. Does he regret it? Think it was a mistake?
Oz lies awake in his van, idly fiddling with the soft, short hairs on his chest. Staring at the metal ceiling and wishing it were stars.
So. They survived. Not just the Ascension. High school.
Important day.
And he'd… well… with Willow. More than once.
He shifted uncomfortably. Remembering. Xander's nostrils flaring when they'd passed him by. Didn't take a werewolf's nose to smell sex. Remembering. The look in Xander's eyes.
He should have had Willow in the van with him that night.
Instead, he had himself, his hand, and the memory of hurt brown eyes.
So pretty and hurt.
and...
Riley realizes he's made a terrible mistake. If he could just admit it to himself...
It'd been a mistake.
Don't think about Forrest.
She was so pretty. She made him want to protect her.
But the last thing she needs is protection.
Don't think about Graham.
He can't measure up to the man in her past.
Don't think about Angel.
He can't compare to the vampire. Short, sharp, blond. Quicksilver-nimble. Everything he's not.
Don't think about Spike.
He's less than a monster, but more than a man.
Don't think about Oz.
She doesn’t need him. Doesn't want him.
Don’t think about Xander.
No more than he needs or wants her.
Don't think don't think don't think…
First up, Oz thinks about a certain decision he's made. Does he regret it? Think it was a mistake?
Oz lies awake in his van, idly fiddling with the soft, short hairs on his chest. Staring at the metal ceiling and wishing it were stars.
So. They survived. Not just the Ascension. High school.
Important day.
And he'd… well… with Willow. More than once.
He shifted uncomfortably. Remembering. Xander's nostrils flaring when they'd passed him by. Didn't take a werewolf's nose to smell sex. Remembering. The look in Xander's eyes.
He should have had Willow in the van with him that night.
Instead, he had himself, his hand, and the memory of hurt brown eyes.
So pretty and hurt.
and...
Riley realizes he's made a terrible mistake. If he could just admit it to himself...
It'd been a mistake.
Don't think about Forrest.
She was so pretty. She made him want to protect her.
But the last thing she needs is protection.
Don't think about Graham.
He can't measure up to the man in her past.
Don't think about Angel.
He can't compare to the vampire. Short, sharp, blond. Quicksilver-nimble. Everything he's not.
Don't think about Spike.
He's less than a monster, but more than a man.
Don't think about Oz.
She doesn’t need him. Doesn't want him.
Don’t think about Xander.
No more than he needs or wants her.
Don't think don't think don't think…
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And Riley. The tart. *g*
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Beautimous.