Title : The Value of Smint
Author: Cinder
E-mail: 13floor@angelfire.com
Authors Notes: So, remember that offhand comment from "Graduation Day 2"
that Oz made?  Willow walks out from having checked on
Angel and says that Angel woke up and thought she was Buffy. 
Oz says, "You too, huh?"  What happened between Oz and Angel? 
Here's what I think.

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Bleary eyes peered up at him, clammy hands clamping onto his shoulders. "I’m never going to leave you. I swear it."

Oz didn’t even blink. "That’s really nice of you to say, big guy."

"I want to be with you forever. I want to walk with you on the beach in the moonlight. I want…I want…I want to grow old with you."

"That’s a little hard."

Angel grabbed his hand and dragged it to his lips, kissing the palm and the wrist, sucking softly on the heel. "There are cures. I’ve heard of cures. The blood of a werewolf…"

"Now, hold on a minute there," Oz yanked his hand away, inadvertently throwing himself forward, "werewolves are definitely off limits. Well, not off limits, but draining them is a bad thing. Bad, bad, bad, bad, bad."

Hands on his shoulders dragged him the rest of the way forward and fastened their lips together, passionately plunging his tongue into the young man’s mouth, chewing softly on his lips. Oz shrugged and leaned into it, sucking softly on Angel’s tongue. Dimly, he hoped Willow didn’t pick this exact moment to walk in.

Angel finally collapsed back against the bed in a sweaty heap. "I love you."

"Eww, morning breath. Haven’t you ever heard of smint, man?" Oz scrubbed at his mouth, but Angel was blissfully unaware, having sunk back into fevered dreams. "You’re a great kisser though. I can see why Buffy goes for you. And you’re fun to talk to while you’re asleep. You know, I’ve been trying to get Willow to have a threesome with Devon and me for a while, but no go. Maybe if it was you – "

"Oz?" Willow called from the doorway. He looked up. "You think talking to him will help him wake up?"

"Couldn’t hurt. You got any smint?"

"Smint?"

"You know, certs? Something. I cannot kiss you with this breath…and I very much want to kiss you."

Willow grinned and pulled a box of tic-tacs out of her pocket. "These do?"

"Cool." Oz shook out almost twenty into his hand and shoved them into his mouth. "Really bad morning breath," he mumbled around them.

"But it’s not morning," Willow argued. "We’ve kissed already today and your breath is fine. How’d you get morning breath now?"

"So, I’ve been thinking," Oz leaned back and started, completely ignoring her question, "what about a threesome with Angel? I mean, is it just Devon who squicks you out or what?"

"I hate to mention this, but Angel is dying. That’s kinda not so sexy."

"We’ll find a way to save him in the next hour. We always do. Amazing how that is, isn’t it?"

"I thought you wanted to kiss me."

Oz shrugged and dragged her into his arms, devouring her lips with tic-tac fresh breath.

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