Oz
Willow wiped her sweat damp hands on her pants as she stepped up to Anya's front door. She could do this, she could totally do this. She raised a hand and knocked, and smiled nervously when the door opened, revealing...
"Oz."
"Will," he said softly.
She paused, not knowing if that was a "Yay, it's Willow" or a "Oh, it's Willow".
"Can I... can I come in?"
"Oh sorry, yeah," Oz replied, stepping back and allowing her entrance. "So..."
"How've you been?" Willow asked, nervously fidgeting as she followed him to the kitchen.
"Good, good. You?"
"Not bad..."
"Do you want a drink or anything?" he asked.
"Yeah, that'd be nice."
Oz poured Willow a drink and they sat in silence for a few moments, then Willow sighed.
"I had this whole thing worked out. And I had it written down, uh, but then it didn't make any sense when I was reading it back. So, I scrapped it, and decided to just say what I felt, but now that I'm trying to do that, I'm starting to think that the written version sounded pretty good, but you know what I mean."
"I do."
"Well, I..." Willow trailed off with a few more stutters and Oz smiled.
"Will - "
"And I just got to thinking, you know, that I really miss you, and well, you were my first, love, and then when I heard you were in New York, I - "
"Willow - "
"So I thought I might look you up, but I - "
Willow was cut short by Oz leaning over and kissing her deeply.
"Huh?" she said.
"I missed you too."
She smiled shyly and leaned over and kissed him again.
"So you'd still?" Willow asked.
"I'd still. I'd *very* still."
Oz smiled, and pulled Willow into his lap, kissing her again.