The moon was full, it was bright, it was gorgeous. I looked up at it, my eyes seemed to be fixed on the milky whiteness. I could sensse everything around me on the crisp night air. I puffed out my chest, took a deep breath and began, howling until my lungs
seemed to bleed and I thought my throat would close of its on will.

"Xander! You big freak! What are you doing?"

I stared at her with huge eyes. "What? Only Oz gets to howl at the full moon?"

"Oz has a medical reason, and a note. You don't. Stop howling at the moon before I call the looney bin on you! To think I ever married a complete and utter. . . " I pounced forward onto her, rolling us into the grass. She started slapping at my chest, not hard enough to hurt me and I could see she wanted to laugh through all of her fake anger.

"Your going to make the neighbors think we're in some kind of cult." I kissed her softly and then moved my mouth by her ear.

"Do you really care what the neighbors think?" I bit her ear lobe gently.

"Yes! Now get off of me." Her voice didn't tell me she was serious, I stayed put. She kicked at me, I didn't budge.

"Xander, have you been gaining weight? I Swear to god I'll divorce you the second you reach two fifty! I do not need a beer belly husband. . ."

"All the better to pin you with, my dear." I said against the skin of her neck and placed little kisses against it. She sighed dramatically. "Can't you pin me inside? Without witnesses! I swear I hear the Smith's coming outside right now!"

"Who cares?"

"Who cares! You were out here howling at the moon!"

"I had a urge." I sat up, knowing full well it was the last thing she wanted me to do. I got to my feet, grinning wolfishly. She glared up at me, laying on the grass in nothing but her silk black nightie and looking tasty. Her dark hair splayed around her head like a halo.

"Why arint your urges ever toward. . . the stock market?" I looked up at the moon again, she was getting to her feet and swaying toward me. "Come inside."

"Nope."

"Why not?" She ran her hands down my naked chest. I knew my kisses hadn't been lost on her.

"Not until you do it."

"No."

"Yep."

"I don't have your urge!"

"Its the full moon Cordy, I think we should worship it as any loving couple would. Howling."

"You did join some freaky cult while I was at work!"

I grabbed her hand. "Cordelia." She sighed. I could see her resolve crumbling.

"Fine. Only if you promise to *never* do this again." I bobbed my head at a angle, not exactly a yes or no. She gave me an annoyed look and leaned against me. "Your so weird."

She took a deep breath, as did I. And we howled, my wife and I.

Not only werewolves can have fun with the moon.

"Now come inside and I'll really make you howl, Mrs. Harris." I said and tugged at her hand. She followed, still mumbling about the neighbors.
~*~End~*~