Oz knocked on the Rosenberg?s front door before letting himself in. Willow?s message asking him to meet her there had left him slightly anxious. She had sounded odd on the answering machine, not really like something was wrong, more like she was up to something. Knowing Willow that was usually a good thing, but there was always that slim chance that it was something bad.
As he kicked off his shoes, leaving them in the foyer, he called out to her, "Willow. It?s me."
Turning the corner into the living room he was stuck with a heavy dose of dejavu. The room was lit by the numerous candles scattered about and the all too familiar Barry White CD was playing softly in the background. It was exactly like the scene he had walked in on last Christmas, minus Willow on the couch nervously waiting for him. *Guess this rules out the something bad theory.*
Just as a huge grin emerged on his face so did his girlfriend. "Hi."
"Hey." Oz took a moment to appreciate her appearance before saying anything else. She was wearing a short skirt that accentuated her long legs and a tight, low cut blouse that gave him a great view of her cleavage. Her hair was pinned up with a few loose strands framing her face and the candlelight seemed to bounce off her emerald eyes. He couldn?t remember her ever looking more radiant. "Baby, you look amazing."
Blushing slightly under the intense scrutiny Willow approached him, letting herself be pulled into his arms. After a quick kiss Oz?s curiosity got the best of him. "Don?t get me wrong, I?m definitely not complaining, but I am a little confused."
"Everything has been really hectic lately. I realized that it?s been a long time since we?ve been able to be alone together without all the other stuff creeping in." Willow?s fingers began toying with the hairs on the back of his neck sending chills through his body. "So I thought it would be nice to lock ourselves away for a day or two and hide from the world. You know, concentrate on us."
Just the thought of it made Oz light headed, giddy even. "And your parents are where?"
Giving him a devious smile she leaned in closer, placing her lips against his ear and whispered, "They?re out of town for the weekend so I offered to house sit."
"Very thoughtful of you." he teased.
Willow nodded as she began sucking on his earlobe. *Willow. Me. Alone. House to ourselves. All weekend.* As the big picture came into focus all sorts of creative possibilities flashed through his head.
Then, without any warning, remembered obligations began spinning through his head, effectively bringing the short-lived fantasy to a crashing halt. Putting his hands on her hips he took a step back just as she began running her tongue along the side of his ear. "Baby, I?ve got stuff . . ."
Willow shook her head and cut him off. Leaning in she silenced all other protests by a lingering kiss. "It?s taken care of. I cut a couple classes this afternoon and typed your psyche paper on my laptop at the Laundromat. You have maybe two more hours on it, three tops. So that frees up Saturday. Laundry is taken care of so that frees up Sunday morning. And band practice is canceled freeing up tonight." With an apologetic smile she added. "I could only convince Devon to postpone until tomorrow night, but other than a couple of hours for that, you are all mine until Sunday afternoon."
Oz looked at his girlfriend in wonder as he felt waves of love washing over him from what she had done. 'Will, I don?t know what to say."
Nervously, Willow chewed on her bottom lip. "You can tell me you?re okay with the fact that I kind of jumped in and rearranged your life." That was the only thing she had been worried about.
"How could I not be? I?m just amazed. You skipped classes. For me. Not to mention the courage it took to ask the self-appointed God of Rock to change his plans."
Willow snickered, remembering the scene with Devon. It hadn?t been pretty. But seeing the admiration in Oz?s eyes made it all worthwhile. "You?ve had a lot on your mind lately and you?ve been all stressed out about so many things. I thought it would be nice to take some of them out of the equation." Taking his hand in hers she led him into the dining room where the table was elaborately set for a romantic dinner for two.
Looking at the table appreciatively, he realized just how busy she had been. And she had done it all for him. 'Any other surprises I should be aware of?" Oz asked as he sat down.
The redhead eyed him seductively before going to pull dinner out of the oven. "Yes, but those are for after dinner."
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They enjoyed a leisurely meal, complete with long gazes over candlelight and soft talk of everything they had been missing. Safe from all the craziness in their lives, even if it was only temporary.
After dinner they cleaned up the kitchen together. Laughing. Relishing a night of being just like any other normal couple in love instead of what they really were - a witch and a werewolf enjoying some borrowed time away from the perils of the Hellmouth and college life.
After the last dish was safely placed back in the china cabinet Oz turned to his girlfriend and wrapped his arms around her. "Thank you."
"You don?t have to thank me. I love you." The honesty of her answer touched him as deeply as everything she had done.
"I love you too." Cupping the sides of her face with his hands he kissed her tenderly. Parting her lips slightly Willow ran her tongue along his. Oz immediately accepted the invitation, his tongue seeking hers. As they kissed Willow ran her hands down his back.
Pulling back with a frown she slipped out of his embrace and walked behind him. Oz was puzzled but decided to wait and see what she would do. He smiled as he felt her hands massaging his shoulders.
"Your shoulders are in knots." Willow scolded. Rather than argue Oz decided to shut up and enjoy it. Stopping for a second Willow began to lift up his t-shirt. "This is too thick. You need to take it off."
"This wouldn?t be an excuse to start taking my clothes off would it?" he asked jokingly as he pulled the shirt off and tossed it onto one of the dining room chairs.
"If that was what I wanted would I need an excuse?" Willow joked back as she resumed rubbing his tense muscles.
Oz started to answer and then immediately forgot what he was going to say. Closing his eyes he concentrated on the magic her hands were performing on his muscles, soothing away all of the pressure that had built up over the past couple of weeks. Under her attentive touch he could feel all of the leftover anxiety melting away. "That feels so good."
Willow smiled. She could hear the effect her massage was having by the tone of his voice. She decided to turn it up a couple of notches.
Oz turned to jelly as Willow began leaving a trail of slow, lazy kisses along his shoulders and then down the middle of his back. The kisses were followed by her hands rubbing and squeezing his heated flesh. The sensations her hands and lips were creating throughout his entire body were overwhelming. Willow took her time, not satisfied until she has kissed or licked every square inch of his back.
Kissing her way back up to his neck her hands reached around and began to massage his chest. As she pinched his nipples he could feel all of the blood in his body racing to his cock, engorging it even further.
When Willow pulled her hands away Oz almost groaned out loud in disappointment. More than anything he wanted to turn around, but he was too curious, wondering what she was going to do next. After a minute her hands returned and Oz realized she had taken off her top as he felt her lace covered breasts brushing lightly against his back. Rushes of hot and cold raced through him.
Reaching behind himself he grabbed the firm globes of her ass, pulling her tightly against him. Nuzzling his neck she ran her fingertips lightly down his stomach, teasing the flesh just under his waistband. Oz closed his eyes and forced himself to concentrate on inching up her skirt. Once that feat was accomplished his heart stopped as his hands came in contact with bare flesh. Oz felt Willow?s mouth turn up in a smile against his neck. She hadn?t been wearing underwear all night. Reaching down for that center of calm he fought down the need to take her right then and there. It was all too obvious Willow wanted to play so he relinquished all control to her. After all this was her night.
With bittersweet slowness Willow finally went for what she wanted. She unfastened the button on his pants and unzipped them avoiding direct contact with his throbbing member. Lowering herself to her knees as she pulled his pants and boxers down Willow guided him around to face her and back against the table.
Willow ran her fingernails up and down the insides of his thighs. Before Oz had a chance to react she locked eyes with him and stuck her tongue out, licking his shaft from the base to the tip and down again, giving it the same loving attention she had shown his back. As his knees buckled Oz leaned heavily against the table for support.
Finally, taking pity on him, she engulfed his thick shaft deep within her hot, wet mouth. Moving her other hand to the base she pumped his shaft in time with her mouth rapidly sliding up and down his aching cock. Sliding a hand into her hair Oz stroked the back of her neck. Her rhythm was perfect and she definitely didn?t need any guidance from him. From experience she knew exactly how he liked it.
His mouth was so dry from lust it was next to impossible to form words. "Will, if you don?t stop I?m not gonna last." She heard him but only increased her pace. Her hand stopped stroking his thighs, moving up to caress balls. Looking up at him she met his gaze and that did it - he shot his hot seed down her throat. Willow continued gently sucking his shaft, hungrily coaxing out every drop she could get.
"You taste so good." Oz helped her to her feet and pulled her roughly to him, his tongue savagely mating with hers. While Willow caught her breath Oz kissed his way down her neck and along her cleavage before moving lower. He ran his tongue over a hard nipple before taking it into his mouth and sucking it through the lace of the bra. The need to touch her and taste her was too consuming to waste time getting the damn thing off. Sliding a hand under her skirt he stroked the slick folds of her sex and found she was already dripping wet with her arousal.
In response to Oz gently biting down on a stiff nipple Willow reached down to stroke his shaft which was already hardening for her again. Needing her.
Willow could feel the tension building in the pit of her stomach as he slipped one finger inside of her. Reflexively she arched her back as her hips bucked against the invasion. Against her protests Oz pulled the finger out and brought it to his mouth, wanting to taste her, but Willow had other ideas. Taking his hand in hers she brought it to her lips. Taking his finger in her mouth she sucked her own essence off of it, nearly causing Oz to lose it right then. With a low, guttural moan he plundered her mouth, relishing the taste of her juices mixed with his.
Willow was the first to break the kiss, her words coming out harsh and raspy. "Oz. Bedroom."
Oz shook his head. "Too far." Lifting her up he set her down on the dining room table.
Oz started to bend over to taste her, but Willow took his head in her hands to stop him. "I can?t wait. I want you inside me. Now." Her legs were shaking with lust. Guiding his cock to her entrance Oz pulled her to the edge of table and pushed her onto her back. Lifting her legs straight up Oz placed them against his shoulders and thrust his hips forward, impaling her with his burning shaft. Oz reveled in the feeling of being inside her. Always amazed at the feel of being enveloped by her.
Oz took advantage of the perfect angle and pumped into her with savage intensity. "Oh God. Oz." Willow?s legs shook in unspent lust as her hips bucked against him, urgently trying to take him in deeper, wanting to be completely filled by him. This was when she felt whole, complete. When the man she loved was buried inside of her.
As Oz drove her relentlessly to the edge Willow began crying out one word statements between gasps of air, mostly his name. More than anything else he loved that he could make her like this. That he had the power to drive all other thoughts out of her busy mind, reducing her entire universe until it was only them and the pleasure he could make her feel. Grateful that it was something they did to each other.
Reaching down he drew his thumb in circles around her clit. Feeling her muscles clamp down around his cock he gripped her hand in his and with a final thrust they climaxed together, lights flashing behind closed eyelids. And for a moment there was no one else on the face of the planet except the two lovers who felt as if they had invented it all. The first couple in the history of the world to know such passion and contentment.
Willow whimpered as his softening cock slid out of her, hating the way she felt empty after he withdrew, after the joy of being filled with him.
Helping her up, Oz cradled her in his arms, knowing how much she disliked that part. "Baby, I don?t know what else you have planned for the weekend but I think it?s gonna be pretty hard to top tonight."
Wrapping her legs around his waist she smiled. "Don?t worry, I still have a day and a half. Tonight is only the beginning."