Title: No Regrets
Author: Beth Squires
E-mail: BethNirvanaChiWilliams@E-squires.freeserve.co.uk
Category: B/O
Rating: NC-17?
Summary: Oz and Buffy smut
Disclaimer: This story hopefully doesn't infringe on the rights of the owners of Buffy or its writers. Well, it's not meant to anyway. Please don't sue I have v. little money.
Distribution: Post it anywhere you like, just tell me first please! Archived at Buffy and Oz writers Guild Site ( http://www.oocities.org/oz_buff/b1.html ) -Thanx 4 the support I love ya, Sharon!
Feedback: This is my first EVER fic, so any encouragement or feedback is appreciated immensely!!!!
Spoilers: Season 2 - Phases

"So, Oz are you up for it?" Buffy asked as she straddled Oz trailing her finger over his chest.

"I...I...have, uh, practise....*Oh god, how do I say no to HER?*..at the house of Devon.." Oz was looking more and more unlikely to move from the bed; his excuses gradually getting weaker..

"Practise? You don't need to practise: you've got that 'E flat diminished 9th' down, baby." Oz looked smug... "That I do, yeah, OK...practice is off - anyway I need some alone time with you...you know...to tell you how much I appreciate you.."

Buffy had conquered and slain once more: "Oh yeah? and how were you going to show me that, wolf-boy? Are you going to be animalistic with me? "

Oz answered by pulling her down so she was laying on top of him and than kissed her passionately, entangling his fingers in her hair. Buffy's hands started to roam, exploring new areas, going boldly where she had never been before with Oz. He froze..

"Oz, what? What is it?" Oz sighed. "Are you sure you want to do this, here, with me?" "Oz?.. God..!!!"

She helped him out of his purple T-shirt and unbuttoned her shirt, showing him her bra-less breasts... "Oh god..." Oz moaned as she pushed down on his pelvis with her own, helping Buffy out of her paisley skirt as she unbuttoned his jeans, "No turning back now..."

Buffy reassured him with a long passionate kiss, as she freed his now hard manhood from his boxers. Oz gasped, his hands probing every inch of her body, realising that if she held out much longer it would be too late, "Buffy...I.."

"shhhh, I understand, baby..." With that, Buffy slid out of her pants and took Oz inside her, they both simultaneously groaned, both bodies moving in harmony, exploring, slow and deep at first... building up to a fast finish. Oz massaged Buffy's breasts, pulling her down to him so he could taste them, lick them, at each nipple he stopped and nibbled lightly and Buffy threw her head back groaning wildly... "Oh god...Oz!"

They came together, in one ecstatic moment and Buffy flopped down on his heavy breathing chest.

"Whoa... I've never done that with *you* before..'' Buffy smiled up at him... "Do you regret it?" " No way, baby, no regrets..."