Bits and Pieces of Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Drabbles Of My Lost Weeks
Title: Such an Interesting Topic Pairing/Characters: Xander, Oz, Giles Drabble #: 221 Date: November 1, 2012 Word Count: AN: I am sorry for disappearing for so long! My computer died on me quite suddenly and I wasn’t able to get online. I now have working computers again and I’m able to get on and so I hope that you will enjoy my newest drabbles.
Please note that I have something like 2 weeks worth of drabbles that must be posted. So I’m kinda combining like drabbles together and posting them that way.
Thank you for your time, for your reviews and for your patience. Thank you.
DemonGoddess061: Yes, I probably have misspelled somewhere. Not very surprising with me. *blushes* That it does, alas. *sighs and shakes head* It happens alas. But here, I can give him some much needed love. *~*~*~*“You and Xander seem to be getting along quite well considering how the last few months have been going.” Oz looked up from his college text book as Xander slept near him on Giles research couch, exhausted after not only a double shift at work but also helping to cover for Buffy and Willow for patrol.
“Kind of have to. Otherwise patrol would be very dangerous for us,” Oz stated. The two men staring at each other, studying each other and trying to figure out where the other was coming from before Xander shifted onto his stomach with a low moan. “He could understand where I was coming from in my dislike of him but he couldn’t get why Willow had been forgiven so easily when she was an eager participant.”
“So you two talked,” Giles mused as he watched Xander’s shirt ride up his lower back, exposing a strip of light caramel skin. Oz hummed and reached out, brushing his fingers over the soft skin before pulling the shirt down.
“More like he chewed me out about not seeing the truth of the matter. Killed a few vampires as he told me just what had happened and that Cordelia was the only one even in her hate.”
“She was. Have you forgiven him in the least?” Giles asked, perching on the couch arm to run his fingers through chocolate hair.
“Yep. Pissed at Willow though for lying to me about what happened,” Oz stated, making the older man snort in amusement.