This is the first O/B story that I wrote, and as far as I know, the first *ever* written.
Title: Last Kiss Goodbye (first of the Chronicles of the Large, Oak Table)(1/1)
Author: Queena
E-Mail: Thessulah@aol.com
Summary: Buffy turns to an unlikely source for comfort
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don’t own Buffy or any other characters. The belong to the eye in the sky, otherwise known as Joss Whedon. All hail Joss.

Authors Notes: I wrote this story very late at night. Being that I was deprived of sleep, please don’t judge my writing skills from this one fic. Plus, this was my first attempt at real (well not really real) smut. Also, I spent a long time trying to come up with the sickest couple I could think of. This one won, with Snyder and Larry as the runner up, JK. Please note that I am fully aware how hokey this story is. It was quite intentional. Picture: a Harlequin romance novel meets an after-school special. The fic starts off angsty but slowly becomes smutty so all underage readers BEWARE!

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Buffy was in the library doing her cardiovascular exercises, her music blaring loudly. Giles had just left for the night, said he couldn’t stand another second of those meaningless sounds she called music. Buffy had been spending a lot of time on her exercises. It was the only way she could get her mind off Angel.

Angel. He had left two months ago and still she couldn’t stop thinking about him. But she knew it was for the best that he was gone. He had said that if they couldn’t have some kind of relationship, then there was no point in him staying.

Buffy would probably be well on her way to recovery if she just had someone to talk to about it. After a while of begging and the silent treatment, Xander and Willow had given up on ever salvaging their relationships with Cordelia and Oz. They had found comfort in each others arms. A full blown couple now, Xander and Willow could never understand what Buffy was going through. They couldn’t understand how she longed to be touched. To be loved, if only for a moment.

< Don’t think about it. > Buffy told herself. < Only think about the beat. > Buffy poured her heart and soul into the exercises, if they were preoccupied then they could no longer plague her.

Suddenly the music stopped. Buffy turned quickly, in her fighting stance. She relaxed when she saw it was only Oz who had turned off her music. Her back had been to the door and the music was too loud for her to have heard him come in.

“Is something wrong, Oz?” Buffy said and dropped her arms to her sides. He didn’t answer her, just looked at her in a far off way. He wore an odd look on his face and Buffy’s eyes finally dropped to the bottle that was clutched in his hand. Jack Daniels.

“You’ve been drinking,” Buffy stated the obvious.

“Very good, Buffy. You get a gold star,” Oz replied in a snide voice. She didn’t like his tone of voice, but she didn’t say anything about it. He just looked too pathetic to ball out. It was way reminiscent of Spike after Drusilla had dumped him.

“What are you doing here, Oz?” Buffy asked in concern.

Oz shrugged his shoulders and looked down at his feet. He quickly brought his gaze back to hers. “You know, Buffy, that’s a good question. I should be with Willow right now, but Xander’s the one who has her,” he said in a thick voice. His speech was slightly slurred from the alcohol he had consumed. “I was hoping maybe you could tell me where I went wrong,” Oz slurred.

“Oz,” Buffy began in a calm voice, “I can’t believe you’ve been drinking. This isn’t you. I should take you home so you can sleep it off.”

“It is me!” Oz screamed and threw the bottle of Jack across the room, where it smashed against the grate of the cage. Buffy jumped at the outburst. If it had been anybody other than Oz, Buffy would have known how to react, but this was a side of Oz she had never seen before. She stared at the boy, completely dumbfounded and at a loss for what to do next.

“Or it was me,” Oz said in a much calmer voice. “Before the first time I had seen her, Jack Daniels was my poison. But since the day I saw that sweet face for the first time, I knew I was a changed man. That is, until the day I saw her kissing him.” Buffy was silent, unsure what to say, then it happened again. Oz tweeked out. “Fucking bitch!” he yelled and swept all of the books off of the counter.

Oz kicked two or three of the books across the room before Buffy got to him. She grabbed a hold of his arm and pushed him up against the counter, a little harder than she had meant to, she realized when she heard his backbone bang against the counter. He groaned and doubled over in pain. “I’m sorry, Oz, but you know I can’t let you talk that way about Willow,” Buffy said coolly.

Oz looked up at her, his brow furrowed in anger. “Don’t patronize me, Buffy.” He straightened up so he could look her dead in the eye. “You, of all people, should realize how it feels to have the love of your life ripped away from you.”

Buffy wasn’t prepared for the verbal attack. She wasn’t prepared for how much it would hurt her. She quickly lowered her head so that Oz wouldn’t the tears that always sprung to her eyes so quickly whenever Angel was mentioned to her.

Oz regretted the words as soon as they came out of his mouth. He hadn’t meant to hurt her, though it was clear he had. and he, of all people should have realized it would. “I’m sorry,” he said quickly and brushed the hair away that was hanging around her face.

Buffy didn’t look up, but she pushed her face further into his palm, as his fingers entwined in her hair. She needed the comfort of human contact right now. Or maybe it was vampire contact that she really needed. She didn’t know or even care. All she knew was that the simple act of comfort was what she needed most right now.

“I didn’t come here to throw Angel in your face,” Oz said in a soft voice. “I guess I came here because I knew that you would be the only one who would understand what I’m going through, and vice versa.”

She looked up at him, a tortured look in her eyes. He was right. She didn’t realize it until then, but he was the only one who could understand her pain. “Let’s go sit down,” Oz said and wrapped an arm around her waist to lead her over to the oak table in the middle of the room. Though, Oz was the one who was drunk, she was obviously the one who needed the support. And support her he did, she leaned her weight up against him and let him guide her to a chair. After she was seated at the table, Oz pulled a chair close to hers and sat down.

“Why didn’t you go to Cordelia?” Buffy asked. “I’d think she would understand just as well as I do, seeing as how it was her boyfriend that Willow was messing around with.”

The mention of Willow’s name brought the hurt look back to Oz’s face. He tried, unsuccessfully, to hide it from her. “Because Cordelia is in denial right now. She’s pretending like it doesn’t matter to her. Besides, I like you more,” he finished with a soft chuckle.

There was a short silence, but it wasn’t an uncomfortable one like the ones they had shared in the past, when they hardly knew each other. It seemed to Buffy, that in the short time that had passed Oz and Buffy had learned a lot about each other.

Buffy was the first to break the silence. “So, you were different before you met Willow?” she asked.

“Yeah,” Oz said with a soft laugh. “Not too much different. I guess my personality was pretty much the same. Except...except I used to drink a lot.” He paused as though in deep thought. “You see, alcoholism runs in my family.”

“Oh,” Buffy said. What else could she say?

“I went to a rehab when I was thirteen. After I got out I didn’t drink at first, but then I started to get buzzed on the weekends. Then it started happening during the week. I never got as bad as I was before I went to rehab. I was actually starting to cut back right before I met Willow. I guess she was sort of my twelve step program.”

Buffy stared at him with wide eyes. She never would have thought that Oz was an alcoholic. She scooted her chair closer to his until they touched.

“Of course, dating Willow was just sort of like getting a new drug. Her innocence intoxicated me. It was like, all the bad things that I had gone through before couldn’t touch me when I was with her,” Oz paused for a second and swallowed hard. “I love her, you know. I have since the first time I saw her.”

Buffy reached out and took Oz’s hand into her own. They sat there like that for a long time. Buffy inspected his hand, which was clutching hers tightly. His fingers were callused, a guitar players hands. She marveled at the beautiful tunes that came from this hand.

After a while, Buffy couldn’t take the silence anymore. He had shared his feelings with her, it was time for her to share hers with him. “I miss Angel,” she said matter-of-factly. “I miss everything about him. His cryptic little messages, the way he was so protective. But most of all, I miss his touch. I miss being touched.”

Oz turned to her and looked into her eyes, which were shiny from the new tears that were springing up. On an impulse, Oz reached out and caressed her cheek. She closed her eyes and one of the tears escaped. Oz couldn’t resist bending forward to kiss away the tear that was coursing down her cheek.

The kiss made Buffy shiver slightly. She tightened her grip on Oz’s hand and pulled him closer to her. With her eyes shut tight, Buffy could feel Oz’s free arm encircle her in a hug. She quickly released his hand so his other arm could join the other. Buffy had almost forgotten what it felt like to be held by a man. True he wasn’t Angel, but that was fine because she really wasn’t trying to use Oz as a replacement. It almost felt better to be held by Oz because he was so warm. She could feel his heartbeat pounding against her chest and she knew that he needed this as much as she did.

Oz’s hands started to slowly trace up and down her back and she breathed out into his ear. She could feel him quiver against her. Buffy had to suppress a moan as she felt Oz’s lips on her cheek again. She kept her eyes shut tight as he kissed a line up behind her ear. < Oh, I really shouldn’t let him go there. That’s my spot. > Buffy thought, but did nothing to stop him. Oz placed a kiss on her earlobe, before slowly kissing his way back to her cheek and then, her lips.

Buffy gripped Oz’s shoulders as he placed small kisses on her mouth, before settling in on one long kiss. Buffy felt his tongue run over her lips and she opened her mouth to allow him access. His tongue ran over hers and she pushed herself closer to him, smashing her breasts against his chest. Their kiss was soft and tentative at first but it was growing more passionate.

Buffy groaned when she felt Oz suddenly pull away from her. Her eyes snapped open and she saw that he was rising out of his chair. Buffy was sure that Oz would flea from the library now, but he didn’t. He bent forward and took hold of her hands, pulling her up out of her seat. Once she was standing, Oz placed his hands on her waist and guided her so that her back was facing the table. He bent forward and continued their kiss. She excepted his mouth on hers, hungrily kissing him back. While they kissed, Oz pushed her backwards and up on the table, quickly moving in between her legs.

Oz’s hands went to her thighs and started to work their way up to her waist, and then fully cupped her breasts. While Oz pinched her erect nipple through her shirt, Buffy’s hands moved behind Oz and over his buttocks. She pulled him forward so she could feel his erection prodding against the aching need between her legs.

Oz broke off their kiss so he could pull Buffy’s shirt over her head. His eyes widened when he saw her breasts practically flowing out of her white lace bra. He figured she must by her bras a size too small to get that effect. His mouth went down to the swell of her breasts and he started to push her back against the table. She shivered as her back pressed against the cool wood of the table.

Oz’s hands went under her arms so he could push her further up the table and crawl up between her legs. When he was positioned over her, his eyes settled on her breasts again. He looked up into her face to see if she was going to stop him yet. He had been waiting to get drop-kicked at the first touch, but she seemed to be wanting this as much as he did.

Propped up on one arm, Oz started to trace a line with his index finger from Buffy’s belly button to the front clasp of her bra. With the one finger, he quickly unhooked the clasp making her breasts spill forward. Oz looked up at her face before going on. Her eyes opened this time. She licked her lips in anticipation of his next move. He gave her a small smile before bringing his lips down to the hollow of her neck.

< What am I doing? And with Willow’s ex. > Buffy thought as he ran his tongue over the swell of her breast and down to her nipple, which he began to suckle on. < God, that feels soooo good. > Buffy thought, ignoring any reason.

Oz pushed himself up onto his knees and pulled off both of his shirts. < He’s so cute. > Buffy thought with a smile as she looked up at his narrow, bare chest. He took a hold of her left leg and brought it up and over his head so that he was now kneeling at her side.

“Do want me to stop?” he asked and looked deep into her eyes, searching for any sign of resistance. < Yes! > Her thoughts screamed at her, but the throbbing heat between her legs had no mind for rational thinking. Buffy licked both of her lips and met his gaze before shaking her head ‘no’.

Oz nodded slightly, then moved his hand down her leg so he could pull off one of her tennis shoes, then the other. Once he had both of her shoes discarded, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of her workout pants and pulled them down her legs. His eyes moved over her body, only dressed in her panties and unhooked bra. He was making Buffy very anxious, wondering what he would do next. She was still very inexperienced, Angel having been the only man she had slept with.

Oz placed his hands at her ankles and started to move up her legs. They stopped at the waistband of her panties, which were discarded shortly there after. Her bra quickly followed. Oz looked down at her body again and she felt very uncomfortable, especially since he was still half-dressed. It was as though he could read her mind because he kicked off his converse and began to unbuckle his belt, then pulled off his pants along with his boxers. Buffy’s eyes widened when she saw his erection. Needless to say, she was surprised by the size of it. < It’s so big for such a small guy. > She thought.

Oz sprawled out next to her and nuzzled into her hair. “You have such a nice body, Buffy,” he whispered into her ear. She couldn’t help but blush at the compliment.

“Yours ain’t so bad, either,” she said shyly.

He smiled a crooked smile before placing a feather soft kiss on her lips. “If you’re having any second thoughts, it’s not too late,” he said into her mouth.

She shook her head, “I’m not.” She was not Buffy, the vampire slayer right now. She was Buffy, the attention-starved, teen-age girl.

Oz moved his hand down her body and slid it between her thighs. He bent his head to capture her nipple in his mouth as his finger touched her pulsing clit. She yelped in pleasure and bucked against his hand. Two of his fingers slipped into her as he continued to manipulate her clit with the ball of his thumb. Her hips began to rise and fall in a rhythm matching his ministrations. Oz sucked her earlobe into his mouth as his fingers pistoned deeper into her, working her into an orgasm that sent a shout from her lips.

Buffy’s eyes fluttered closed as she quivered from the after effects of an orgasm long past overdue. She felt him leave her side for a moment, but it wasn’t long before she felt him move between her legs. When she opened her eyes again, she saw Oz kneeling before her, rolling a condom down the length of his erect penis. The sight sent a longing through her and all she could think about was having him inside her.

Oz lowered himself over her and placed kisses on each of her eyelids. She took his face into her hands so she could guide his mouth to hers. His tongue slipped into her mouth at the same time the head of his cock slipped into her wet channel. The sensation caused Buffy to buck her hips forward, making him slip further inside. He searched her face for any signs of pain and found none. Oz thrust the rest of the way in as he watched her face for a reaction. She bit her lower lip in pleasure and wrapped her legs around his hips.

Oz’s pace was slow at first, but he gradually began to pick up momentum. Buffy kept the rhythm with him, meeting him at each thrust. Oz grabbed her right leg and slung it over his shoulder so he could go deeper. Knowing he was close to climax, Oz slipped his hand between them and began to finger her clit. He wanted them to come together. Buffy let out a low moan when orgasm hit her. Then, with one more thrust Oz came, collapsing on top of her. He quickly pulled out and tied off the condom, discarding it on the floor so he could catch his breath.

Buffy crawled into Oz’s arms and rested her head on his chest. They laid there, like that for a long time. After what seemed like hours Buffy finally spoke. “I don’t think it would be a good idea if we told anyone about this.”

“Uh duh,” Oz said and kissed her on the forehead. “Don’t worry. I don’t kiss and tell.”

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Oz’s van came to a slow halt in front of Buffy’s house an hour later. Buffy noticed the light on in the living room, before turning back to look at Oz longingly. She knew that tonight would be the only time this would happen.

“You won’t get in trouble with your mom, will you?” Oz asked when he noticed the light.

“Nah. I’ll just tell her the vamps kept me busy all night,” Buffy answered. They sat in silence for a moment longer. Then she leaned over and kissed him Goodbye. The last kiss they would ever share.

The End