Forcing his eyes open Oz was greeted by the sunlight streaming in through the windows. Glancing at the clock he was amazed to discover how long they had slept, the morning was basically gone. Shifting his eyes, he gazed lovingly at the woman sleeping next to him, her legs entwined with his.

*I should probably wake her* he told himself, knowing how carefully she had mapped out the days activities. Yet Oz remained motionless. He just couldn?t bring himself to disturb her. It was too tempting to take advantage of the rare opportunity to simply watch her sleep. Without world threatening prophecies demanding research, or demons to fight, her overactive mind was finally able to rest. It could guiltlessly relinquish control to her subconscious, leaving her to whatever images it wanted to show her. And if the sexy smirk appearing on her face was any indication Oz assumed they were currently of the warm and fuzzy variety. Preferably with him co-staring.

As if reading her boyfriend?s thoughts Willow moaned quietly before whispering his name, instantly reassuring him exactly who it was she fantasized about. Beaming with pride, Oz only wished he knew exactly what he was doing in the dream to warrant the ever broadening smirk. After making a quick mental note to ask her later he decided it was time to wake her. He?d just do it slowly.

While easing the comforter down to her waist his eyes lovingly caressed every inch of pale flesh as it was revealed. Cupping one perfect breast in his hand he watched, mesmerized, as her nipple immediately hardened beneath the loving attention. Lowering his head and snaking his tongue out he licked slow circles around the tip before finally allowing himself to take it between his lips.

The intense suction of his mouth drew happy little sighs from his girlfriend and in response he slid his thigh higher between her legs, placing it directly against her sex. As he felt her secretions dampening his skin he was astonished at how hot and wet the dream was making her.

Hardly a moment passed before he felt Willow?s hand winding it?s way into his hair, guiding him to her other breast as she pressed herself down against his leg in search of friction. Grinning, Oz gave in to her silent request before kissing his way up to the sensitive spot behind her ear, the one he knew drove her crazy. "You awake?"

Willow giggled at the question. "How could I sleep through this?" Reaching down she gripped the erection pulsing against her thigh and began stroking it earnestly. "I?d hate to miss anything."

As incredible as her hand felt Oz had other ideas. Struggling for composure he asked, "Baby, do you know what time it is?"

"Don?t care." Willow replied, placing kisses along his jaw.

"It?s 11:00. You have plans remember?"

She traced his lips with her tongue before telling him, "Mmm, I?m starting to like your plans better."

With more self-control than he knew he possessed Oz moved out of her reach and sat up. Willow groaned in disappointment at the loss of his body next to hers. "You?re the one with the schedule of non sex related events, not me. I think they start with a shower."

Willow?s mind quickly caught up with his. "Well, since we?re running so late maybe we should take one together. Trying to look innocent and failing horribly she added, "In the interest of saving time."

Oz nodded. "Not to mention water conservation." Tossing back the covers he hurried out of bed and reached back for her hand.

Willow played along while letting herself be led into the bathroom. "Yep, we?ll be efficient and ecologically conscious all at the same time. And people accuse teens of being nothing more than hormones on legs."

Oz turned on the water and waited for it to reach the right temperature. "They don?t see how thoughtful and selfless we can be." Willow giggled and Oz turned around just in time to see her bending over reaching into the closet for towels. The perfect view of her ass high in the air induced a deep moan of need.

Standing up and facing him Willow eyed his hard-on before teasing, "Oh yeah, no hormones raging in here."

No use denying it since his desire was so obvious. "I can?t help it, you know what you do to me."

Placing the towels on the counter Willow joined him next to the tub, "And what you do to me." Wrapping her arms around his neck she pulled him into a passionate kiss. As their tongues met Oz slid a hand between their bodies, lightly stroking the slick folds of her sex. The teasing motions of her lover caused electric currents to shoot through Willow.

Since it was obvious Oz was going to do little more than tease Willow ended the kiss and turned on the shower. Stepping inside she waited for him to join her before standing sideways under the hot spray.

Picking up the bar of soap Oz lathered it up in his hands before starting with her shoulders and slowly working his way down her backside.

Closing her eyes, Willow let herself get lost in the eroticism of the hot water beating down on her skin combined with the feel of Oz?s soapy hands running up and down her.

Feeling the hard on brushing against her hip Willow opened her eyes to find Oz staring intently at her, his eyes filled with the perfect mix of longing and love. Taking the soap from him she lathered up her own hands and began washing his chest starting with his erect nipples.

Nibbling on her neck Oz took the soap back, rubbing the bar over her breasts briefly before moving it down her flat stomach to the patch of red curls. Oz handed the soap back to her and under the not so stealthy guise of rinsing slipped a finger deep inside of her. Willow felt her knees go weak at the unexpected, though completely welcome, intrusion. In an instant it was gone.

"Oz!" she pleaded, but he remained silent.

Turning to face him Willow was pulled into a fierce kiss that took her breath away. When Oz finally released her mouth she gathered more soap in her hand before replacing the bar on the shelf and reaching for the object of her desire. As her foamy hand pumped up and down the length of him Oz?s hips bucked towards her of their own volition.

Rinsing the soap off of him Willow bent over, swirling her tongue around the head and down the sensitive underside before taking it deep in her mouth.

Oz gasped for air. "Will, you need to stop. Too much foreplay." he warned. He could already feel his balls tightening and knew he was going to lose it any minute.

Unwilling to wait another minute to feel him inside of her, Willow turned and bent over, silently offering herself to him.

In one fluid motion Oz gripped her hips to steady them both and buried his cock inside of her. The boundaries of the bathtub made it impossible for Willow to spread her legs very far making her feel tighter than he thought possible. He tried vainly running music chords through his mind, but she felt too good, it was a lost cause and he knew it.

Biting her lip Willow swallowed the cry of frustration when she felt his semen filling her. She had been on the brink of orgasm herself.

Without taking a second to recover Oz turned her around and dropped to his knees in front of her. Gripping her ankle he placed it on the side of the tub and moved in, inhaling the scent of their combined fluids. As he held her ass with one hand to support her, he thrust two fingers in and out of her building a quick, steady rhythm.

Clutching his head to her Willow panted, "Oz. Please. So close." Taking her clit between his lips he sucked the tiny bundle of nerves sending her over the edge while shouting his name.

Standing up Oz held her as the tremors slowly subsided. "Thank you."

His eyebrows shot up in surprise. "You didn?t think I?d leave you like that did you?"

Willow smiled, "No." Oz was a considerate lover to say the least. "The thank you wasn?t just for that. Although that was totally deserving of gratitude. It was more for everything. For being you. For being mine." She told him sincerely before kissing him lightly on the lips.

Oz opened his mouth to say something deep and meaningful that would complete the tender moment, but his attention was quickly drawn to another matter. "Uh Will? How big is your water tank?" The water was getting noticeably colder, quickly.

Not wasting any time to answer she reached for the shampoo and told him he better hurry.

* * *

Shivering, the two lovers emerged from the tub rushing to the towels. "That was different. I?ve taken cold showers before, but it was always by choice. Out of necessity."

Wrapping her hair in a towel Willow asked, "When?"

"The first year and a half we were dating. How did you think I managed to stay so gentlemanly?"

Willow smiled at the sweet confession. "And how often did you have to do that?"

"Daily." Oz told her honestly, wincing at the memories.

"I?ll agree to take blame for the first ten months or so, but the last five are on your head. That was your choice mister, not mine." The reference to the failed Christmas seduction wasn?t lost on him.

Oz remembered the perfection of their first time. At any point in their relationship he knew the lovemaking would have been incredible, but when it finally did happen it was perfect because the time was right. They had both needed it for the same reason. Pulling her into an embrace he assured her, "That night was well worth five months of cold showers."

Feeling herself suddenly growing warmer Willow reluctantly spoke up. "There will be plenty of time for reminiscing later. We have a picnic to get to."

Giving in he let her go. Turning to look in the mirror Oz scowled at his reflection. To hell with pride there was no way he was going out in public like this. "Uh, Will? At the risk of sounding totally girlie I have to ask ..." he motioned to his hair.

Willow smiled, catching on immediately to what he was too embarassed to say. Opening the cabinet under the sink she handed him a bottle of hair gel and a blow dryer. "Don?t worry, your manliness is still in tact."

Gratefully holding the sacred objects in his hands he hesitated. "You aren?t going to watch are you?"

Oz, her lover, the man who could cum in her mouth or suck on her clit was too embarassed to style his hair in front of her. It was kind of sweet, in a disturbed way. Luckily she knew him well enough to not take it personally. "Wouldn?t dream of it. I?ll go get dressed in my room and leave you to your primping."

He waited until he was certain she was gone before opening the bottle and distributing the sticky substance evenly between both hands and beginning the daily ritual of stuggling for a good hair day.