Monosyllabic Eccentricity

Title: Breathe
Author: Liberty
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Pre Wild At Heart
Summary: Oz wakes up next to Willow
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon etc. owns Willow and Oz. Faith Hill or whoever wrote the song owns "Breathe".
Author's Note: I guess this is a song fic. I put the lyrics at the bottom after the story. I just think"Breathe" by Faith Hill is a good W/O song. :o) Dedicated to everyone at OzMIA and everyone who still believes in Willow and Oz, and always will!

    Oz's blue eyes fluttered open. The first thing he saw was an ocean of red. He smiled. He was looking at the back of her head. Oz gently twisted a strand of that sexy red hair around his finger. Willow stirred a little, but remained sleeping. He loved playing with her hair. It was so soft and very, very red. And it smelled like apples. Green apples. Oz felt that giddy spell come over him. The one he always got when he was with Willow. Like he could just smile forever and walk around on air all day.

    Oz let go of her hair and she rolled over on her back. She was still sleeping. <God, she's so beautiful> Oz thought as he watched how the morning brightness of the rising sun seeping in through the opened blinds, illuminated her face and seemed to add golden highlights to her hair. Oz was completely taken with her. He'd had plenty of girlfriends before, but they all paled in the beautiful blinding light that was Willow. He put his arm over her tiny waist and just held her, forgetting the rest of the world. It was so quiet. So perfect.

    He listened to her breathe, in and out, slow and steady. And content. Oz wondered what she was dreaming about. What was going on in that cute little head of hers? He just watched her sleep. He wanted to see her eyes, though. Those green eyes with the little gold specks in them. He ran his hand gently down her face. He brushed some hair off of her forehead. Her eyes
slowly opened. She gave a tiny yawn and grinned at Oz. "Good morning." She said in her cute morning voice.
    "Good morning." He replied, looking in her eyes. Feeling like he was flying. She cuddled up to him. She rested her head on his arm. "Sleep good?" he asked. Willow grinned.
    "Uh-huh." She said softly.
    "Sweet dreams?" Oz asked.
    "Definitely" Willow answered, turning over on her stomach to look at Oz. She entwined her hand through his. They just sat in
silence, enjoying the company the other provided. They could tell each other a million things just by a look or a touch. Love was funny that way.

    Oz looked at his Wiccan girlfriend, right in her green eyes, cupping her chin in his hand. Softly he said, "I love you." And he kissed her, gently, yet full of passion. Willow smiled, really smiled. Blinding Oz with the brilliance of it. "I love you too." She whispered. She rolled over on her side and Oz pulled her closer. She laid her head on his chest. He ran his hands through her soft, fiery hair. They laid there for the rest of the morning, just being caught up in each other. Being in Love.

'Breath' by Faith Hill

I can feel the magic floating in the air.
Being with you gets me that way.
I watch the sun light dance across your face, Love.
Never been this swept away.
All my thoughts just seem to settle on the breeze.
When I'm lying wrapped up in your arms.
The whole world just fades away,
The only thing, I hear, is the beating of your heart.

Coz I can feel you breathe,
It's washing over me, and suddenly
I'm melting into you
There's nothing left to prove
Baby all we need is just to be
Caught up in the touch,
The slow and steady rush
Baby isn't that the way that Love's supposed to be?
I can feel you breathe.
Just breathe.

In away I know my heart is waking up.
As all the walls come tumbling down.
Closer then I've ever felt before, and I know
And you know
There's no need for words right now.


Caught up in the touch, the slow and steady rush
Baby isn't that way that Loves supposed to be?
I can feel you breathe.
Just breathe.

I can feel the magic floating in the air.
Being with you gets me that way.