Willow's Visit
Title: Willow's Visit
Author: Perry
E-mail: icemulder@hotmail.com
Characters: Willow, Oz, Devon, ?
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer:
I don't own Buffy. Joss does.
Summary: Willow visits Oz, and gets a surprise
Willow was grinning as she skipped up the walkway to Oz's porch, happy to be seeing her boyfriend. She had been out of town for almost a month, and hadn't told Oz she'd be home, so this was an exciting surprise.
She giggled as she opened the front door to the house he shared with the Dingoes and let herself in.
As she started down the hallway that had the bedrooms
along it, Willow could hear the distinct sounds of a woman making noises that could only mean one thing was happening to her.
For a fleeting moment, Willow was overcome with anger towards Oz, until a girl dressed only in a shirt came out of a bedroom, Devon right behind her.
"Uh, hey Will," Devon glanced at the door leading to Oz's room, a little nervous. But whatever fears he had for Oz were gone in a second as the girl ran down the hallway to the kitchen,
saying something about whipped cream.
"She's kinky," Devon explained,
grinning, to Willow before following the girl.
Finally alone in the hallway, Willow tried to make herself spiffy for Oz.
That's when she heard a definite grunt come from behind Oz's door.
Then some other male noises.
She couldn't hear a girl making noises, so Willow almost settled that Oz was just relieving a little tension.
"Oh god, there!"
Appalled, Willow banged on the door, "Oz! Oz, this is Willow, come out here
NOW!"
She heard shuffling, and gasping, and then the door opened, and a shocked (and caught) Oz slipped out of the bedroom.
"Willow," he breathed, closing the door behind him, "How ya doing?"
He was dressed in a pair of crinkled blue jeans, no shirt, and his hair was more than a little messy. His hard breathing and bright pink complexion were just the icing on the
sex-scandal cake. Willow knew very well what Oz had been doing.
"You bastard! Who is she?" Willow was ready to slap him, but first she wanted to know who the slut was.
"Um," Oz glanced at the door, "Willow, this isn't the best time..."
"I don't believe you!" Willow pushed his aside and yanked open the door, "I want to see this slut you're sleeping with behind my back. I come to surprise you, and catch you in bed with another--" Willow stopped dead in her tracks.
From beside the bed, a figure was frozen, in the midst of pulling on their shirt.
They stared at each other, Oz behind Willow, trying to smooth his hair.
"...person," Willow feebly finished her sentence, not sure of what else to say.
"Hey Willow," they said, pulling their shirt on, and sitting on the bed,
unsure of what else to do.
Oz looked from Willow to the person on the bed, "So, this isn't the best time, and I hate to do this, but, could you excuse us for like, another 7 minutes?"
"Wh-what?" Willow's jaw dropped, "Oh god."
She ran like hell, screaming obscenities as she
went.
Oz watched her go, and shrugged, turning back to his guest.
"You good to go again?" he asked them, unzipping his pants.
"Of course," the shirt was pulled off.
"Listen, forget about Willow, I'll deal with her later," Oz grinned, cupping the person's face in his hands, and kissing them.
"Fine by me,"
Xander chuckled, pulling Oz back down onto the bed.
The End.