i was a teenage werewolf

a challenge-fic

The Challenger: RogueSlayer
The Challenge:  Oz and Willow snuggled up watching a Lon Chaney movie and discussing the stereotyping that werewolves suffer.

by SoulVamp

"Oh, now, see, that would never happen."

"Huh?" Willow looked up from tracing little heart patterns on Oz's chest and focused her attention to the television.

Oz gestured to the black and white movie flickering on the screen. "You don't revert back to a human after you die. They're getting this completely wrong," he said. His tone was mildly irritated, but his expression - as usual - was relatively nonplussed.

Willow blinked at the movie, trying to remember just what it was they were watching. Right. Werewolves. Yes. Something with Bela Lugosi or Lon Chaney or, quite possibly, Michael J. Fox. Willow hadn't exactly been paying attention (because, hello, naked in bed with cute boy!), but she must be supportive girlfriend, of course. She sat up a little and shook her fist in the air.

"The nerve of them!" she said. "That's just... wrong! And stuff..."

Oz tilted his head to look at her, and the left corner of his mouth drew up into a gentle half smile. "You're really cute when you pretend to care about the trivial stuff," he mused.

Willow settled back down to snuggle against him. "Well, I know you'd pretend to care about inaccurate portrayals of witchcraft."

Oz dropped a kiss on the top of her head. "It's the least I can do."