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Sha's Part-
"Oz, I don't feel right keeping your being back a secret. I know that Willow has moved on, but still, she's my best friend and I feel that I owe... well not owe but- "

The two were sitting in Oz's hotel room. Her on a chair, him the bed.

"Look, I wasn't even going to tell you. If you hadn't seen me none of this would matter. I've wrote to Willow, I know she's moved on but I think it's better that I stay away for now. I don't want to put you in the position of risking your friendship, but I'm not sorry you know.The time we've had together has been nice."

Fiddling with one of the braids in her hair, she grinned."Yeah, it has.And you make some mean braids.Way better than my mom even."

Feeling a little lurch give in his heart, he felt the need to give her a small gift. Just to see that smile aimed at him again.

"Buffy, if it makes you feel better, I'll tell Willow tomorrow."

Smiling in relief and gratitude, Buffy stood. "Thanks Oz. I gotta go. Slay duty and all. See ya tomorrow?"

Getting up off his bed, Oz walked over to Buffy, stopping just inches away.

"I could go. With you. On patrol."

Every word he spoke caused his warm breath to wash across her face, stealing her breath away, and sending her senses into overload.

Licking her parched lips, Buffy unconsciously moved a step closer. Grabbing onto his shirt for support, she attempted speech.

"I don't think-" Staring intently at his lips, she leaned closer before continuing. "I mean, until the others know and all...."

Grabbing her hips, he brought their lower bodies into contact. "Yes, that would be of the-"

Groaning in frustration at her low,needy moan, he brought one hand up to her hair and the other around her back. Drawing their bodies completely together, he looked deep into her eyes. Finding the answer he sought, he brought his mouth down upon hers.

The sheer force of need that slammed through their bodies drove all thought from their collective minds.

Tentatively slipping his tongue out, he licked the seam her lips created. Mewling softly, Buffy granted the entrance sought. Running his tongue along her teeth, he stroked her tongue softly, hotly with his own.

Heat enveloped them, swirling around their bodies. Backing her up, Oz didn't stop until her back was up against the hotel room door. Starved for oxygen, he tore his mouth from hers, gulping air in great heaving amounts. Pushing her hair to the side, he nuzzled her neck.

Nibbling,licking, and kissing, he started beneath her ear and worked his way down to her small shoulder. The purring noises she emitted urged him on.

Moving to the other side of her neck, he used his right hand to undo the braids he so laboriously made. The feel of Oz's hot,needy mouth teasing her neck in such a manner and her hair suddenly cascading down ,brushing her sensitive skin had her crying out in raw need.

It had been too long since she felt such heat. She felt consumed to her very soul by Oz's onslaught, making her feel so empty inside. Wanting,needing, Oz to fill her and make the ache go away. It had been too long since she felt so safe to fulfill such needs.

A knock on the door broke the two apart.

Queena's Part-

"Just...wait," Buffy whispered to him before pushing him out of her way.
She ran quickly, hurtling over the large double bed as if it were nothing but a small hinderance that blocked her escape.

Landing on the other side of the bed, she quickly went through the bathroom door, closing and locking it behind her.

From the other side of the door, crouched on the cool tile of the floor, she listened from her dark hiding spot to what was going on in the outer room.

There was only one more small knock before the door was, obviously, opened. "Hey, Willow," she heard Oz's small voice say.
"Hi, Oz," she heard her best friend's voice. "Can I come in?"

Ariel's Part-

"What was that?" Willow peered over Oz's shoulder, her arms thrown around his neck.

"Uh, nothing, just some plumbing trouble." Oz uneasily tried to push Willow slightly off of him, putting his hands on her sides to get leverage. At the same time Willow rose up on her toes to kiss him again. Willow lost her balance and still clinging to Oz she fell backwards, dragging him awkawardly flat on top of her on the floor.

Oz looked into her mischevious eyes and got worried.

"Will, we need to talk."

Bev's Part-

Hearing something hitting the floor then a grunt from Oz had Buffy tempted to open the door and say to hell with what Willow thought. Putting her hand on the knob to do just that, she heard Oz telling Willow there was something he needed to tell her.

Gasping, Buffy quickly covered her mouth, hoping like hell Willow hadn't heard it too.

"Now what was that", questioned Willow."Is there someone else in this room?"

"Oh, something must have fallen off the shelves," a nervous Oz supplied, as he planted a sound kiss on Willow's lips to distract her from his guest in the bathroom.

Somewhere in his mind,he felt he was betraying Buffy. He began to daydream that it was her he was kissing and not Willow. Then he heard another gagging sound coming from the bathroom.

Jerking back, Willow too had heard the gagging noise." OK, that was a person, not plumbing or things falling off the shelf. Who is here?"

Shaela's Part-

Oz turned around and sat on the bed. He couldn't believe what had almost happend. He couldn't believe Buffy left!

A knock at the door interrupted his thought. Shaking his head, Oz got up to open it and was suprised to see Buffy standing there. She pushed him back into his room and threw him on the bed.

"Actually Oz, I take it back. We definatly gotta finish this."

Oz smiled and started taking off her clothes. "Oh god, yes."

Emily's Part-

Xander pushed her away to look at her. "Hold on a minute, did you say Buffy and OZ? Willow, that's ridiculous! Buffy and Riley, sure. Buffy and Angel- are you sure it wasn't Angel?"

Willow had to laugh a little in spite of the situation. "Xander, that's impossible."

Xander replied "No it's not! I mean if you put them side by side and-" Xander stopped. "Ok, you're right, it's impossible. But Buffy and Oz...? Well, I'm going down there and tell them just what I think of that! Buffy should know better! For one thing, she's your friend, and for another he is *way* to short for her." He started down the hall, but Willow grabbed his arm.

The tears started rolling down her face again as she said "No Xander, please. Can we just leave?"