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AUTHOR'S NOTE: PLEASE read this. Its about my site, which is now all cool and new. Um. Yes. I wrote a fic so List mommy's wouldn't kill me, please read on.
Willow made a 'oohh' sound from where she was laying on the bed and Oz turned to her. They were
in his room in the dingo house, happily studying together. "What?"
"Ooh, ooh, ohh!" She said again, not answering him she clicked her mouse happily. He crawled onto
the bed from his position on the floor, leaving his book behind.
"What's with the oh's? Doesn't sound like studying. " When he got close enough to see the screen
she snapped it down quickly and grinned playfully at him. He blinked.
"Nothing."
"Nothing?"
"Nothing."
"Your sure? Cause you weren't making nothing sounds. . . "
"Nothing." Oz raised his eyebrow and grabbed his book from the floor and leaned back against the headboard so he could see the computer screen when she opened it. She shifted positions so her head was in the way and opened it and resumed her 'ohh' sounds.
Oz shifted on the bed and Willow instantly closed the screen, he knew she was up to something.
"Will."
"Mmhmm?"
"What. Are. You looking at?"
"Nothing. . . studying. You should be too!" Oz jumped on her and started tickling her ribs before she could react. Willow giggled and tried to squirm away from him, he attacked any open area on her body he could find tickling until she was out of breath and had tears rolling down her face.
"St-stop." She gasped.
"Not until you tell me what so. . . 'ooh.'" She giggled when he imitated her and then started laughing when he began the tickle attack again.
"Okay! Okay. I give up." She said finally and he let up. She took in a deep breath and tried to gain herself under control.
"Emilie re-did her site."
"Uh huh." Oz said in a non-committal voice.
"Yep. Her site, about us. It was Emilie Kitten's
Home of French Monkeyness and BtVS. . ." Oz raised a eyebrow at the long title. Willow kept talking. "Well now, she's gone into it with Harlequin, he's this great graphic designer person. . . anyway. And yep, now its
Emilie Kitten's Tender Hearts and Ravished Souls." Her voice got a dreamy like tone as she said the title, Oz kept his face blank, not really understanding.
"Wait, site about. . . us?"
"Yep. She loves us. As a couple. . . she also has this thing about you and Nancy. . . " she made a face and Oz looked totally confused. "But its great. She gave me a sneak preview to the site and. . wow."
Oz was still totally lost. "Okay. So you were oh'ing at the site?"
"Yes! You have to see it. Come here. I'm not supposed to show anyone but I think she'll understand." She bobbed her head. "But you'll have to sign the guestbook, that'll give her a major happy."
Oz shrugged.
"I can do that."
~*~End~*~
So in other words, my new improved site is now open. Emilie Kitten's tender hearts and Ravished souls. Please go check it out and sign the guestbook! If you were a fan of "French
Monkeyness and BtVs" you'll love this site. Its sooo cool. Plus I have Harle who is my own personal webslave ;o) I love it! Please please please go check it out!
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