Note: This takes place during the crossover, when Oz went to L.A. to give the Gem of Amara to Angel.
Opening one eye Willow looked over at the clock for what must have been the tenth time in the past hour. Sleep just wouldn?t come, no matter what she tried.
Buffy had left for patrol and Willow was too antsy to stay in their room. So she had decided to go to the Dingoes? house hoping that being in Oz?s room would make her feel a little better. It did, but still no sleep. The bed was just too huge with him gone and it didn?t help that every time she closed her eyes horrible thoughts began running through her mind. She had spent too many years living on the Hellmouth for it to be any different.
Glancing at the phone she considered calling Angel?s place, knowing if she heard his voice she would feel better. Willow picked up the receiver and then hung it up just as quickly. Oz had said he would call again as soon as he could. She knew if nobody answered it would just make her worry more.
Restlessly tossing back the covers she got out of bed and went to open the blinds, allowing the streetlights to softly illuminate the room. Usually her and Oz found it annoying, but tonight it was comforting. Without him there the dark just seemed too dark. Picking up the lighter on the dresser she lit a couple of candles before turning on the stereo and putting in the tape of the latest Dingo practice session. Images of Oz playing filled her head and a smile came to her lips. He always got the most intense look when they were working on new songs.
Has he really only been gone a week? It seemed more like a month since he?d left. God, she missed him so much. Her eyes wandered to the closet and she was struck with an idea.
Reaching down she caught the hem of her T-shirt in her hands and pulled it over her head before going to get what she wanted. Grabbing one of Oz?s numerous button down shirts from a hanger she smiled as she felt the familiar feel of the well worn material under her fingertips. Slipping it over her shoulders she was instantly disappointed to realize it smelled like fabric softener instead of her lover. Fastening a couple of the buttons she walked back to the dresser and picked up his cologne. Taking off the cap she inhaled deeply. *I even miss his smell.* Placing two fingers over the opening she tipped the bottle and spread the small amount of liquid on her neck and between her breasts, welcoming the sensations she felt as the familiar scent filled her senses.
Heading back to the bed Willow slipped between the soft, cool sheets. After a few minutes she groaned in frustration. While putting on his shirt and cologne had made her feel close to him it reminded her body and mind of how very much she missed her boyfriend. Finally giving up the fight she closed her eyes and let her mind wander where it really wanted to go, the night Oz had left for LA.
* * *
Devon, in true Devon-form, had made a huge mix-up in their schedule and they had to leave a day sooner than they planned, on an hour?s notice.
Racing upstairs to pack his bag Oz was surprised to find Willow there, already doing it. "Hey. I was going to do that but thanks."
"It?s okay. I know you?re in a hurry. Where?re the guys?"
"They?re going to finish loading the equipment and then gas up the van and Mike?s car. I?ve got about 15 minutes."
Zipping up the duffel bag Willow handed it to him. "I think I grabbed everything."
"Anything you didn?t I can pick up." Frowning, Oz placed the bag on the floor and approached his girlfriend. She had avoided looking at him since he came in and he knew something was troubling her. Placing his fingers under her chin and he guided her eyes to meet his, the sadness and fear in them tugged at his heart. "Oh, baby. You don?t have to worry. Everything will be fine."
"It?s just this isn?t you going to a gig anymore. It?s you carrying something that any vamp would kill for, you have to protect it by yourself, get it to Angel, we don?t know where Spike is . . ." Willow forced herself to stop babbling. "I didn?t want to do this Oz. The last thing you need is to be worried about me worrying about you. I know it?ll be fine, I?d just feel better if I was going to be there."
"You know how much I wish you were coming, but you?re needed here, school and stuff. Besides, I?ll feel better if you?re hanging out with the Slayer, instead of a vampire and a werewolf." It worked, she smiled. Oz pulled her body against his and planted tender kisses on her cheek before whispering, "I love you."
Sliding a hand into his hair Willow guided his face toward hers so she could look deeply into his eyes. "I love you too." Willow leaned in to kiss him and Oz met her halfway. A kiss that was intended to be one of reassurance and comfort ignited as Oz tentatively guided Willow?s mouth open with his own. Immediately Willow accepted the invitation and her tongue sought out his.
Within seconds they were breathless, overcome with passion like two horny teenagers in the back of a car. Trying to show some semblance of composure, even though it was far from the way she felt, Willow pulled back from the kiss. "You have to meet the guys downstairs." The desire in his eyes matched hers. "Soon."
"Really soon." His brain knew she was right and they should stop, but his body had other thoughts that he was unable, or unwilling, to control. Sliding his hands down to cup her ass he pulled her more firmly against him. "I want you."
A whimper of desire escaped her lips when she felt his erection press against the inside of her thigh, so close to where she wanted him. Breathlessly Willow asked, "How soon exactly?"
"Ten minutes, give or take."
Willow opened her mouth to say something, but decided to go with actions instead. Surprising herself even more than Oz she reached for his zipper, wanting him, needing him, one last time before he left.
Gently Oz took her hand in his, things were getting out of control quickly. "Baby, what are you doing?"
In her most innocent voice she replied, "I can?t let you leave like this. You have to drive, you need to be able to concentrate on the road." Guiding his hand under her skirt she placed it over her hot center.
Oz could feel the dampness through the fabric of her panties and even as he verbally argued he slid one finger under the silk and along her slick folds. "We don?t have time to make love."
"Then fuck me." Anybody else would have been shocked to hear the words come out of ?innocent? Willow?s mouth. But Oz had quickly come to know better. When it came to each other, and their sex life, neither one of them had any inhibitions. And though she may not have been able to even say the word ?sex? around most people, with him she never hesitated to state exactly what she wanted, thrilling him beyond words.
Thrusting two fingers deep inside of her Oz smiled as her eyes cross in intense pleasure. "Is this what you want?"
Shaking her head Willow reached down, frantically unzipping his pants. After freeing his aching shaft she took it in her hands, lovingly stroking the length. "No. This is."
"You know I can?t deny you anything." Capturing her mouth with his own in a searing kiss he guided her backwards to the desk. "Bend over."
Turning her back to him Willow did as instructed, reaching around to pull her skirt up leaving her ass exposed. Oz was so hard he couldn?t wait to pull her panties down. Instead he pulled them to the side and in one swift motion impaled her on his cock.
Willow let out a moan of pleasure as Oz felt himself enveloped in her heat and moisture. "God, Will, you feel incredible." Plunging in and out of her was exquisite torture.
With each thrust Willow could feel Oz hitting the edge of her womb and her only regret was that they weren?t naked and facing each other. The relentless pounding of Oz?s cock mixed with the intensity of their passion was driving her rapidly to the edge. "Oz . . . I?m so close. Please."
Knowing exactly what she wanted he reached around to her clit, stroking it in time with his thrusting. As he brought her to an explosive orgasm he could feel her inner muscles contracting around him and the slick wetness of her cum filling her channel. Using his thumb on her clit he expertly drew it out for her as long as he could. "Oz, come inside me." The sound of her voice filled with lust pushed him blissfully over the edge, with one final plunge he emptied himself deep inside of her.
Just as they caught their breath a horn honked downstairs and they heard Devon calling.
* * *
Remembering the feel of Oz?s hard cock pounding into her, responding to her own urgent pleas, Willow felt the familiar ache in the pit of her stomach and the growing moisture between her legs.
* * *
After locking the door Oz dropped his bag on the floor and took off his jacket. It had been a long night so he decided unloading the equipment could definitely wait until morning. The Dingoes last gig had been canceled and though the rest of the band had decided to stay in LA and party Oz had jumped at the chance to come home solo and surprise Willow. It would have worked out perfect if it hadn?t been for that damn flat tire delaying him.
He had driven straight to her dorm room, but it was late and he knew she was probably asleep. Besides since he didn?t know if Buffy was in or out he thought sneaking into the Slayer?s room in the middle of the night to crawl in bed with his hacker girlfriend wasn?t the wisest move he could make. Though disappointment he decided to wait until morning.
When he reached the top of the stairs Oz heard the soft music coming from his bedroom. *What the hell? I know I didn?t leave the stereo on.* Hesitantly he continued walking toward the door, stopping as a faint odor filled his senses. *Willow?*. Inhaling again, this time concentrating, he recognized the familiar scent of her arousal mixed with the faintest aroma of his cologne. All kinds of thoughts filled his head, but none of them seemed very plausible, more like a complex blend of every fantasy he?d ever had about his beautiful redhead.
As quietly as possible he opened the door and when his eyes settled on the sight before him his jaw fell open and there was an unmistakable stirring beneath his belt. For a split second Oz was afraid he had fallen asleep on the road. Nope, he was awake and had just walked in one of his more frequent fantasies.
Willow was laying in his bed, wearing nothing more than his shirt and a pair of white silk panties. Her eyes were closed and the look on her face was one of deep concentration. After his eyes adjusted to the candlelight they slowly traveled down her body taking in every curve, feeling as if it had been months since he?d seen her.
The shirt was laying open, revealing her small, pert breasts. With one hand Willow was caressing a taut nipple while the other one, currently neglected, seemed to be begging him to come and suckle it. Her voice was barely a whisper, but he could clearly hear her moaning his name in unmistakable lust.
When he was finally able to tear his eyes from the sight of her fondling her breast they wandered lower and Oz had to struggle to catch his breath. Her other hand was inside her panties. Under the thin strip of material Oz could clearly see the outline of her hand as she slid a finger in and out of herself. Remembering how amazing it felt to be buried to the hilt inside of her his cock roared to life.
Willow groaned in frustration. No matter how hard she tried she just couldn?t mimic Oz?s technique. Instead of giving herself a little relief all she had only made herself more miserable. As she pulled her hand out of her panties Oz could see the juices glistening on her fingers from across the room. It took all the strength he had not to cross the few steps to the bed and take her. As it was he couldn?t suppress a moan of desire from escaping his lips.
Willow?s eyes flew open in panic at the sudden sound and when they settled on Oz she didn?t know whether to laugh or cry. Willow?s first reaction was to wither in embarrassment, but when she saw the prominent erection she realized just how much he had enjoyed watching. Desire quickly overcame self-consciousness. Forcing her eyes upward to meet his gaze Willow licked her lips hungrily. "Oz, come here."
Shaking his head Oz tried to find his voice. When it finally came it was husky with desire. "First I want to watch you finish what you started." Oz quickly removed his clothes but never budged from his spot by the door. He was serious. Willow started to argue but Oz only shook his head. "Let me watch you. Please."
Since it was obvious how much the idea excited Oz Willow decided to stop arguing and indulge him. Playing with herself might not be doing much for her but it sure was for him. Knowing the more excited she got him the better it would be for both of them she decided to give in.
As Willow began to slide her hand back into her panties Oz?s voice stopped her. "Take them off." Though his words were demanding his voice was pleading and Willow immediately complied. After sliding them off her hips she spread her legs wide giving him the perfect view of her hot, aching pussy. Slipping two fingers inside herself she was rewarded by Oz?s moan. For a few minutes she pumped them inside of herself slowly, successfully teasing both of them.
"Baby, look at me." Her eyes locked with his and she whimpered in need, still he shook his head. "Touch your clit." With her thumb she began stroking the bundle of nerve endings as he instructed and was amazed to realize that the loud groan had come from her own lips. She never would have thought that touching herself under his intense gaze would turn her on so much.
As her rhythm increased Oz knew she was close. "Let go baby, come for me." Willow cried out his name as she reached orgasm and Oz was beside her immediately.
Reaching down he pulled her hand out of herself and brought it to his mouth, savoring her essence. "You taste incredible." He wanted nothing more to get a taste direct from the source, but knew that she would be too sensitive right now.
Reaching out she brushed her fingers over his hard cock and watched as it jerked in response. Willow smiled up at him before sticking her tongue out to gather the delicious drop of fluid that had emerged from the tip. "You taste better." Reaching around Willow grabbed his ass pulling him closer, taking the entire length of him deep in her throat sliding it back out as slowly as possible. Pulling her head back she ran her tongue over his balls before placing soft kisses on his inner thighs.
"You?re killing me Will." Deciding to play nice Willow wrapped her lips firmly around his cock and took him into her mouth. Clamping her lips around his shaft she began to suck stroking the sensitive underside with her tongue. After a few minutes Oz hesitantly brushed a thumb over her clit. "Still sensitive?"
"No."
"Good." Pulling himself out of her mouth he climbed over Willow and laid down on the bed. "Willow, sit on my face.
Anxious for the feel of his tongue inside of her Willow swung her body around getting into the desired position. Oz grabbed her ass lowering her and lapped at her clit. Lust flowed through Willow and in response she ran her tongue up and down the length of him before enveloping his shaft in her hot mouth. Her mouth sliding up and down his cock sucking eagerly.
Oz slid two fingers into her tight channel while he swirled his tongue around her stiff clit. In response to the passion she was feeling Willow increased her pace, fighting her gag reflex taking even more of him in her mouth. Sucking him to the brink of ecstasy. Just as Oz was about to reach his orgasm he took one finger out of her channel and slid it to her puckered anus. Willow moaned in response and Oz gently, but firmly, thrust it inside.
The sensations of fingers thrusting in her ass and pussy, while Oz tongued her clit were too much. Knowing they were both so close they doubled their efforts on the other, trying desperately to get the timing just right. Bucking against his face Willow came while deep throating Oz as he climaxed. Willow hungrily swallowed his cum before letting him slide out of her lips.
After a moment their bodies stopped trembling and Willow laid down next to Oz who gathered her into his arms and kissed her passionately. Both of them feeling satisfied and whole. "I guess I don?t have to ask if you missed me."
Playfully biting his earlobe Willow said. "I haven?t even begun to show you how much."