"Hey," Oz said, which Xander thought was a good sign. He took the drink Xander offered and didn't storm out of the cafeteria. Also good.

"I wanted to say I'm -," Xander began. Oz stopped him with a wave of his hand.

"I, too, know the temptation of Willow-kissage." He opened the bottle with a pop and drank deep.

Xander took a hasty sip, his mouth dry from watching that slender throat undulate.

Cran-apple moistened his tongue, but Xander still thirsted for the taste of spiky rainbow hair and smiling eyes that he had tried to drink from Willow's lips.

~end~