That Happy Time
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tamcranverSo...okay. This is one of those indulgent things that probably shouldn't be inflicted on the world, and yet I will anyway. It's happy threesome (which is to say, Willow/Tara/Oz) fic...about menstruation. Um. Yeah. Hey, it keeps me off the streets, right?
One of the inevitable consequences of living with two women-—downsides, one might say, though Oz preferred to look at it as one of the experiences that made his situation unique-—was that for about a week and a half each month, the apartment he shared with Willow and Tara was full of menstruation and the complaints that accompanied it.
Oz had heard that when women lived in the same place for a while, they started having their periods at the same time. While there was usually a day or two of overlap, Willow and Tara still had pretty distinct times, so either the rumor was false or they just hadn’t been living together long enough.. And while Tara’s were pretty mild, Willow’s were…a tad unpleasant, even for Oz, who experienced them only vicariously.
“Urgh.” Oz raised his head from the newspaper to see Willow making her way out of the bedroom, a hand pressed to her forehead.
“Morning,” he said neutrally.
“Mrrgh,” she groaned. “Need caffeine. And Midol. And morphine.” She plopped herself down in the chair across from Oz and glared at him. “Damn you for having a Y chromosome.”
Oz could have mentioned his own monthly problem, which also involved a great deal of physical discomfort. But it really wasn’t worth it—when Oz’s own time of the month came around, he wasn’t really interested in much but his own pain, either.
Tara emerged from the kitchen, holding a steaming cup of tea in her hands. She took one look at Willow’s face, exchanged glances with Oz, and put the cup down in front of Willow.
Willow blinked at it for a moment, her scowl changing to an expression of bewilderment and then of remorse. “Oh, no, Tara, I didn’t mean--”
“Shh,” Tara said, kissing the top of her head. “I’ve still got the pot on the stove. There’ll be more in about five minutes.” Turning to Oz, she said, “I haven’t had a chance to go to the grocery store yet. Do we still have any Advil?”
Oz took a sip of his coffee and said, “I went yesterday. Midol’s in the top cabinet.”
Willow sighed happily, inhaling deeply of the fragrant steam from the tea. “You guys are the best.”
Oz smiled at her and took another sip of coffee. Between the Midol and Tara’s tea, which he suspected she’d put a little magic into, he had a feeling Willow’s day would be getting better very soon.
One of the inevitable consequences of living with two women-—downsides, one might say, though Oz preferred to look at it as one of the experiences that made his situation unique-—was that for about a week and a half each month, the apartment he shared with Willow and Tara was full of menstruation and the complaints that accompanied it.
Oz had heard that when women lived in the same place for a while, they started having their periods at the same time. While there was usually a day or two of overlap, Willow and Tara still had pretty distinct times, so either the rumor was false or they just hadn’t been living together long enough.. And while Tara’s were pretty mild, Willow’s were…a tad unpleasant, even for Oz, who experienced them only vicariously.
“Urgh.” Oz raised his head from the newspaper to see Willow making her way out of the bedroom, a hand pressed to her forehead.
“Morning,” he said neutrally.
“Mrrgh,” she groaned. “Need caffeine. And Midol. And morphine.” She plopped herself down in the chair across from Oz and glared at him. “Damn you for having a Y chromosome.”
Oz could have mentioned his own monthly problem, which also involved a great deal of physical discomfort. But it really wasn’t worth it—when Oz’s own time of the month came around, he wasn’t really interested in much but his own pain, either.
Tara emerged from the kitchen, holding a steaming cup of tea in her hands. She took one look at Willow’s face, exchanged glances with Oz, and put the cup down in front of Willow.
Willow blinked at it for a moment, her scowl changing to an expression of bewilderment and then of remorse. “Oh, no, Tara, I didn’t mean--”
“Shh,” Tara said, kissing the top of her head. “I’ve still got the pot on the stove. There’ll be more in about five minutes.” Turning to Oz, she said, “I haven’t had a chance to go to the grocery store yet. Do we still have any Advil?”
Oz took a sip of his coffee and said, “I went yesterday. Midol’s in the top cabinet.”
Willow sighed happily, inhaling deeply of the fragrant steam from the tea. “You guys are the best.”
Oz smiled at her and took another sip of coffee. Between the Midol and Tara’s tea, which he suspected she’d put a little magic into, he had a feeling Willow’s day would be getting better very soon.
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Date: 2006-04-23 06:54 am (UTC)