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Early morning, and I really don't know why I was awake. I didn't dream much either, which is unusual - I guess I was thinking too much, which happens a lot. This time, it wasn't bad-thoughts - Buffy and her boyfriend Riley were coming done. God, I haven't seen her in so long. I was nervous-excited, and I get less sleep when that happens. Wes and Giles were coming as well, which was a big yay - phones were great and all, email too, but... I have so much to thank them for.
Now, I really couldn't sleep. It was hard to when the sun was peeking through the curtains like it was. Kissing Oz's shoulder, I crawled out of bed and pulled on a dressing gown, and into the brightly lit kitchen, floor cold against my feet. Boiling water for tea and instant coffee, I stifled a yawn, and peered out the window at what seemed to be purely forest. It was nice, away from civilisation. Foresty. Then something caught my eye. "Huh," I said as the rather large spider sunbathed on the windowsill. "Time for you to go out, spidey." Grabbing a piece of paper, I shimmied it under the eight-legged monster and threw it out the window. "Go frolic," I added. Good times.
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I rolled away from the sunlight and curled around...Willow. Except she wasn't there. Stretching and yawning, I remembered to pull on pants before following my nose to the kitchen. "Are we frolicking?" I paused a few feet from Willow, just drinking in the sight of her... red hair shining in the morning sunlight, sleepy smile and that look that she only gave him. I stepped close and nuzzled the back of her neck, wrapping my arms around her waist. "Mornin'"
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Mmm, Oz. "Hey you, morning," I murmured happily, leaning against him. "I'm making tea. Want some?" Turning around, I kissed him lightly. "And we're not frolicking, it's too early. Let's leave that to the spiders." Ducking my head to nuzzle his neck, I rested my chin on his shoulder, eyes shutting for a moment, taking in the scent of him. All so gosh darn good. "Have a good sleep?"
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I smiled and stroked Willow's hair, easing a few tangles out. "I do. And I did. You?" My wolf was rumbling happily... bright morning sunlight, the air just cool enough to need a sweater, mate curled against me, peaceful... This was what made everything worth it. Setting up Halen and taking care of the ones who came for help could be draining and frustrating, but this... this is why I did it. I eased Willow back, tilting her chin up and kissed her softly. "Love you."
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Oz kisses were good. Oz kisses were best, actually. Not much experience, but... they make me melt and my mind go 'guh' and then I have to lean on Oz just in case. "Love you too," I said, nodding slightly, eyebrows high. Ulping slightly, I smiled. "I like it here. With you. And here." Kissing the corner of his mouth, I murmured, "Thank you." I was sure that the water was boiled by now. Oh well. Oz was better than herbal tea. Not discrediting to herbal tea, though. Sighing happily, I ran my hands down Oz's back. "You're warm."
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I nipped Willow's neck lightly and reached to turn off the stove without letting go of her. "It's warm in bed." I kissed a path from her jaw to her collarbone, nudging aside the dressing gown with my chin. "Smell good." Sliding my hand beneath the silk, I smiled, preferring the feel of her skin to anything else. We were the perfect height for each other, too, when I ran one hand down her spine and cupped her ass, pulling her close, pressing us hip to hip and thigh to thigh. Rumbling low in my throat, I gripped the nape of Willow's neck lightly and kissed her mouth, feather soft brushes of my lips and tiny licks of my tongue, teasing and playful. "Come back to bed."
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"Bed," I murmured, mindlessly, skin heating and eyes not focusing properly. Damn wall, all blurry. "Okay." Licking my lips, I smiled at Oz, before kissing again, deeper but briefly, letting it break off, lips barely touching Oz's. Closing my eyes, I just... let it start again, gradually letting it deepen, tasting and exploring and-- "Bed," I agreed quickly, giving a small smile as I pressed close to Oz. I stepped away from my lover... my Mate, taking his hand and leading the way to the bedroom.
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As soon as we were in the room, I tugged on the back of Willow’s dressing gown, letting the silk slide off her shoulders to the floor, then pressed against her back. God. “Beautiful. My Willow...” She was always so soft in my arms, the tiny swell of her tummy instantly drew my attention and I rubbed small circles on the smooth skin. “Mate... mine...” The ‘wolf was riding close to the surface today. Burying my face in her hair, I stroked along the outside of one thigh, teasing out a few of those little breathy moans that never failed to have me hard and aching in seconds. I lazily brought both hands up and cupped her breasts, thumbs barely brushing the pale pink nipples. “Want you.”
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Hard not to react when he was doing... things like this. Beautiful, melty-melt things. My eyes closed and I let myself just... feel. Being a 'wolf... it lowered my inhibitions, you know? Made me -need- things like this more. Especially with Oz. Mate. "Yours," I murmured, before licking now dried lips and turning around, watching Oz's eyes almost hopefully. My hands found their way to his waist, and gently pushed the fabric down, before moving in front to undo the fastenings. Drawstrings were easy that way. Pushing the garment down, I took a moment to appreciate the sight of him, and I think I was blushing, but I was managing to ignore it. Giving a grin, I pressed a kiss against Oz's lips and rested my forehead against his, hands finding his and lacing our fingers. Licking his bottom lip, I stepped back, tugging him towards the bed so he could step out of his pants.
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I smiled softly, letting love and want showing clearly in every look, every touch. Willow crawled back into bed and I lay beside her, propped up on one elbow, and began tracing her face with my fingertips, memorising. First across her forehead, pushing back a few wayward strands of hair, then down the bridge of her nose and across her cheeks. I tapped the tip of her nose playfully and crawled over her, easing her thighs apart and settling on my knees between them. Instead of lying over her, I sat upright and began touching her again. She blushed a little but didn’t stop me from watching while I ran his hands over her shoulders and down her arms. My fingers paused for a moment on the rough-smooth scar high on her left arm. My bite mark. It had been almost six months since the night the cage hinges gave way and I had claimed her as my mate. I let those thoughts slide away and focused on memorizing Willow’s body with my hands.
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Oh, wow. It was hard not to feel loved and cherish when Oz was looking at me like -that- and he was touching me like -this-. The air was cool but it seemed to heat immediately when in contact with my skin as I concentrated on staying still. His fingers lingered at the scar and I barely batted an eye - at first, the sight of it used to scare me - jagged and beastish. The night itself was frightening, but this... it was worth it if it meant all of -this-. Propping myself up on one elbow, I smiled a bit a reached out, fingertips brushing along Oz's jaw. "Hey," I said softly, before sitting up more to brush a kiss against his lips. "Bed's warm."
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“So are you.” I kissed her slowly, deepening the heat between us, and easing her back on the bed, this time lying over her, resting between her thighs and tangling a hand in her hair. “So warm.. So hot…” I nipped at her throat and slid down until my mouth could easily reach her breasts. Mmm’ing softly, I rested his cheek against the softness for a moment before cupping the slight weight in my hands and kissing my way to one nipple.
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"Me? Warm? A little," I said, nodding, trying not to giggle. The urge to do so was diminished at Oz's gentle hands and the soft kisses. He just knew. Giving a small moan, I ran my fingers through Oz's hair, letting the shorter strands glide easily between them, petting and caressing as I lifted one leg to wrap over one of his own. "You're... you're so..." Blah, my mind was too blank, and I couldn't find any word to express it, in any language, so I murmured a fervent 'good', hand travelling down his spine, and up again, nails digging in gently.
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I groaned as Willow shifted around me, with her leg on my hip, the tip of my cock was resting against her dark red curls. I rocked his hips forward slightly and groaned again. “...hot. Not warm... hot...” Slipping a hand between our bodies, I guided my erection over her clit and rained kisses along her shoulder and throat. "Want you...”
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"Ohhh..." I moaned, thighs falling wider apart, eyes shutting at the pleasure of it, biting my bottom lip. You have no idea... "Gods, Oz..." Catching his lips in an enthusiastic kiss, I ran a hand again through his hair and took a gentle grip of it, other hand holding his jaw as I took control of the kiss, though not aggressively, just enough to get more out of it. My other leg came to hook around Oz's waist, completely forgetting the chilly weather, really, as if I was in the middle of summer in California.
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It was amazing when I thought about it... Willow had an incredible mix of shyness and sensuality... it awed me to think that she was my; friend, lover, mate. “Willow... need you...” I was whispering against her mouth in between deep kisses, kisses that were getting wetter and needier. “Wanted to make you come like this...” I rubbed his cock in tight circles around her clit, “...but can’t... need to be inside you...”
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"'Kay," I murmured, eyes closed as I nuzzled his neck, wolfishly nipped their gently, hands always moving down and up his back, fingernails making their presence known now and then. One leg pushed Oz's hips forward, and I groaned at the pressure, shifting my hips to give him easier access, feeling wide open and feverish. Two years ago, this would never have entered my imagination. Now, I wondered if I could live without this, without the wolves, without Oz. I doubt it. "In me," I murmured, near whispering.
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I rumbled deep in my throat and buried myself inside Willow’s body in one slow stroke. I had to press my head against her shoulder and just held there, trying to get my breath back and my body under control. Difficult. After what felt like hours, I pulled back and slid a hand under Willow, cupping her ass and tilting her hips up to my own, then slid back in. “W-willow...”
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Oh goddess... if this feeling could be, like, frozen in time to feel whenever you want? To experience it at your own leisure and just remember it forever and ever? It would sell lot hotcakes. Its possession and love and fulfilment, everything I need and want from him, giving it to me like this. Feeling wrapped around him, taking him deep inside me, giving him pleasure and taking some back and just... loving him desperately. "Oz!" I cried out, before mentally biting a figurative tongue to shut up, just enjoy it, let him set the pace... My arms wrapped around his neck and I buried my face there, eyes shutting as I arched for more.
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The feeling of Willow clinging to me, surrounding me with scent and touch and love was amazing. She buried her face against my throat and I rumbled in approval and pleasure. Thrusting slowly, I used both hands to cup her ass and tilt her hips up towards mine. I nipped along her throat and shoulder, the wet-heat-tightness of her body around me drove me to thrust faster, deeper... "Willow... so beautiful, so good..."
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I could almost feel the growling sound from his throat. It sometimes freaked me out - as if I'm not just sharing this with the human, like the wolf is also a part of it, as is mine. She was the one that paced around in my brain when I did human-y things and got me to pounce on Oz and roll him into bed for another round of this sort of thing. She was me, part of me, no different. So I wasn't surprised when I rumbled as well, growls edging my moans and breathing, holding him as he pushed into me over and over, filling me and making me so warm. "G-gods, Oz..." I whispered, squeezing around him, wanting so badly for him to let go, wanting to be the cause of it.
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I had to brace my hands on the bed, but her legs were wrapped around me and I was still thrusting in deeply. "God... can't..." I wanted to tell her how crazed she was making me, how needy, but all I could do was moan. Sliding one hand into her hair, I urged her head back and kissed down her throat, sucking wetly at her nipples. I was sliding over the edge and wanted her to come with me, wanted to feel her writhe under me. "Willow... Now…”
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Couldn't find words, wasn't really thinking too clearly anymore. Hard to when your wolf is just below the surface of your consciousness, even in human form. Oz did that - invoked every part of me, summoned it all, made me feel everything. I just nodded, clung to him, let him ride it out and oh gods, like a firework, I muffed my cry against his neck, listened to his own howl-like moan, felt him come within me. It felt like electricity replaced my blood, or fire, before it dulled down I dunno how long later, leaving me raw and breathing hard, hollowed out and... really, really frickin' happy. "Mmm, Oz," I murmured into his ear, the warm weight of his body against mine very very welcome. We shifted to curl around each other, exchanging small kisses and spending the rest of the morning there, his fingers picking through my hair, me stroking his chest. He made up for the warm weather I left behind in California - and everything else.
Now, I really couldn't sleep. It was hard to when the sun was peeking through the curtains like it was. Kissing Oz's shoulder, I crawled out of bed and pulled on a dressing gown, and into the brightly lit kitchen, floor cold against my feet. Boiling water for tea and instant coffee, I stifled a yawn, and peered out the window at what seemed to be purely forest. It was nice, away from civilisation. Foresty. Then something caught my eye. "Huh," I said as the rather large spider sunbathed on the windowsill. "Time for you to go out, spidey." Grabbing a piece of paper, I shimmied it under the eight-legged monster and threw it out the window. "Go frolic," I added. Good times.
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I rolled away from the sunlight and curled around...Willow. Except she wasn't there. Stretching and yawning, I remembered to pull on pants before following my nose to the kitchen. "Are we frolicking?" I paused a few feet from Willow, just drinking in the sight of her... red hair shining in the morning sunlight, sleepy smile and that look that she only gave him. I stepped close and nuzzled the back of her neck, wrapping my arms around her waist. "Mornin'"
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Mmm, Oz. "Hey you, morning," I murmured happily, leaning against him. "I'm making tea. Want some?" Turning around, I kissed him lightly. "And we're not frolicking, it's too early. Let's leave that to the spiders." Ducking my head to nuzzle his neck, I rested my chin on his shoulder, eyes shutting for a moment, taking in the scent of him. All so gosh darn good. "Have a good sleep?"
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I smiled and stroked Willow's hair, easing a few tangles out. "I do. And I did. You?" My wolf was rumbling happily... bright morning sunlight, the air just cool enough to need a sweater, mate curled against me, peaceful... This was what made everything worth it. Setting up Halen and taking care of the ones who came for help could be draining and frustrating, but this... this is why I did it. I eased Willow back, tilting her chin up and kissed her softly. "Love you."
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Oz kisses were good. Oz kisses were best, actually. Not much experience, but... they make me melt and my mind go 'guh' and then I have to lean on Oz just in case. "Love you too," I said, nodding slightly, eyebrows high. Ulping slightly, I smiled. "I like it here. With you. And here." Kissing the corner of his mouth, I murmured, "Thank you." I was sure that the water was boiled by now. Oh well. Oz was better than herbal tea. Not discrediting to herbal tea, though. Sighing happily, I ran my hands down Oz's back. "You're warm."
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I nipped Willow's neck lightly and reached to turn off the stove without letting go of her. "It's warm in bed." I kissed a path from her jaw to her collarbone, nudging aside the dressing gown with my chin. "Smell good." Sliding my hand beneath the silk, I smiled, preferring the feel of her skin to anything else. We were the perfect height for each other, too, when I ran one hand down her spine and cupped her ass, pulling her close, pressing us hip to hip and thigh to thigh. Rumbling low in my throat, I gripped the nape of Willow's neck lightly and kissed her mouth, feather soft brushes of my lips and tiny licks of my tongue, teasing and playful. "Come back to bed."
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"Bed," I murmured, mindlessly, skin heating and eyes not focusing properly. Damn wall, all blurry. "Okay." Licking my lips, I smiled at Oz, before kissing again, deeper but briefly, letting it break off, lips barely touching Oz's. Closing my eyes, I just... let it start again, gradually letting it deepen, tasting and exploring and-- "Bed," I agreed quickly, giving a small smile as I pressed close to Oz. I stepped away from my lover... my Mate, taking his hand and leading the way to the bedroom.
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As soon as we were in the room, I tugged on the back of Willow’s dressing gown, letting the silk slide off her shoulders to the floor, then pressed against her back. God. “Beautiful. My Willow...” She was always so soft in my arms, the tiny swell of her tummy instantly drew my attention and I rubbed small circles on the smooth skin. “Mate... mine...” The ‘wolf was riding close to the surface today. Burying my face in her hair, I stroked along the outside of one thigh, teasing out a few of those little breathy moans that never failed to have me hard and aching in seconds. I lazily brought both hands up and cupped her breasts, thumbs barely brushing the pale pink nipples. “Want you.”
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Hard not to react when he was doing... things like this. Beautiful, melty-melt things. My eyes closed and I let myself just... feel. Being a 'wolf... it lowered my inhibitions, you know? Made me -need- things like this more. Especially with Oz. Mate. "Yours," I murmured, before licking now dried lips and turning around, watching Oz's eyes almost hopefully. My hands found their way to his waist, and gently pushed the fabric down, before moving in front to undo the fastenings. Drawstrings were easy that way. Pushing the garment down, I took a moment to appreciate the sight of him, and I think I was blushing, but I was managing to ignore it. Giving a grin, I pressed a kiss against Oz's lips and rested my forehead against his, hands finding his and lacing our fingers. Licking his bottom lip, I stepped back, tugging him towards the bed so he could step out of his pants.
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I smiled softly, letting love and want showing clearly in every look, every touch. Willow crawled back into bed and I lay beside her, propped up on one elbow, and began tracing her face with my fingertips, memorising. First across her forehead, pushing back a few wayward strands of hair, then down the bridge of her nose and across her cheeks. I tapped the tip of her nose playfully and crawled over her, easing her thighs apart and settling on my knees between them. Instead of lying over her, I sat upright and began touching her again. She blushed a little but didn’t stop me from watching while I ran his hands over her shoulders and down her arms. My fingers paused for a moment on the rough-smooth scar high on her left arm. My bite mark. It had been almost six months since the night the cage hinges gave way and I had claimed her as my mate. I let those thoughts slide away and focused on memorizing Willow’s body with my hands.
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Oh, wow. It was hard not to feel loved and cherish when Oz was looking at me like -that- and he was touching me like -this-. The air was cool but it seemed to heat immediately when in contact with my skin as I concentrated on staying still. His fingers lingered at the scar and I barely batted an eye - at first, the sight of it used to scare me - jagged and beastish. The night itself was frightening, but this... it was worth it if it meant all of -this-. Propping myself up on one elbow, I smiled a bit a reached out, fingertips brushing along Oz's jaw. "Hey," I said softly, before sitting up more to brush a kiss against his lips. "Bed's warm."
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“So are you.” I kissed her slowly, deepening the heat between us, and easing her back on the bed, this time lying over her, resting between her thighs and tangling a hand in her hair. “So warm.. So hot…” I nipped at her throat and slid down until my mouth could easily reach her breasts. Mmm’ing softly, I rested his cheek against the softness for a moment before cupping the slight weight in my hands and kissing my way to one nipple.
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"Me? Warm? A little," I said, nodding, trying not to giggle. The urge to do so was diminished at Oz's gentle hands and the soft kisses. He just knew. Giving a small moan, I ran my fingers through Oz's hair, letting the shorter strands glide easily between them, petting and caressing as I lifted one leg to wrap over one of his own. "You're... you're so..." Blah, my mind was too blank, and I couldn't find any word to express it, in any language, so I murmured a fervent 'good', hand travelling down his spine, and up again, nails digging in gently.
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I groaned as Willow shifted around me, with her leg on my hip, the tip of my cock was resting against her dark red curls. I rocked his hips forward slightly and groaned again. “...hot. Not warm... hot...” Slipping a hand between our bodies, I guided my erection over her clit and rained kisses along her shoulder and throat. "Want you...”
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"Ohhh..." I moaned, thighs falling wider apart, eyes shutting at the pleasure of it, biting my bottom lip. You have no idea... "Gods, Oz..." Catching his lips in an enthusiastic kiss, I ran a hand again through his hair and took a gentle grip of it, other hand holding his jaw as I took control of the kiss, though not aggressively, just enough to get more out of it. My other leg came to hook around Oz's waist, completely forgetting the chilly weather, really, as if I was in the middle of summer in California.
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It was amazing when I thought about it... Willow had an incredible mix of shyness and sensuality... it awed me to think that she was my; friend, lover, mate. “Willow... need you...” I was whispering against her mouth in between deep kisses, kisses that were getting wetter and needier. “Wanted to make you come like this...” I rubbed his cock in tight circles around her clit, “...but can’t... need to be inside you...”
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"'Kay," I murmured, eyes closed as I nuzzled his neck, wolfishly nipped their gently, hands always moving down and up his back, fingernails making their presence known now and then. One leg pushed Oz's hips forward, and I groaned at the pressure, shifting my hips to give him easier access, feeling wide open and feverish. Two years ago, this would never have entered my imagination. Now, I wondered if I could live without this, without the wolves, without Oz. I doubt it. "In me," I murmured, near whispering.
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I rumbled deep in my throat and buried myself inside Willow’s body in one slow stroke. I had to press my head against her shoulder and just held there, trying to get my breath back and my body under control. Difficult. After what felt like hours, I pulled back and slid a hand under Willow, cupping her ass and tilting her hips up to my own, then slid back in. “W-willow...”
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Oh goddess... if this feeling could be, like, frozen in time to feel whenever you want? To experience it at your own leisure and just remember it forever and ever? It would sell lot hotcakes. Its possession and love and fulfilment, everything I need and want from him, giving it to me like this. Feeling wrapped around him, taking him deep inside me, giving him pleasure and taking some back and just... loving him desperately. "Oz!" I cried out, before mentally biting a figurative tongue to shut up, just enjoy it, let him set the pace... My arms wrapped around his neck and I buried my face there, eyes shutting as I arched for more.
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The feeling of Willow clinging to me, surrounding me with scent and touch and love was amazing. She buried her face against my throat and I rumbled in approval and pleasure. Thrusting slowly, I used both hands to cup her ass and tilt her hips up towards mine. I nipped along her throat and shoulder, the wet-heat-tightness of her body around me drove me to thrust faster, deeper... "Willow... so beautiful, so good..."
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I could almost feel the growling sound from his throat. It sometimes freaked me out - as if I'm not just sharing this with the human, like the wolf is also a part of it, as is mine. She was the one that paced around in my brain when I did human-y things and got me to pounce on Oz and roll him into bed for another round of this sort of thing. She was me, part of me, no different. So I wasn't surprised when I rumbled as well, growls edging my moans and breathing, holding him as he pushed into me over and over, filling me and making me so warm. "G-gods, Oz..." I whispered, squeezing around him, wanting so badly for him to let go, wanting to be the cause of it.
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I had to brace my hands on the bed, but her legs were wrapped around me and I was still thrusting in deeply. "God... can't..." I wanted to tell her how crazed she was making me, how needy, but all I could do was moan. Sliding one hand into her hair, I urged her head back and kissed down her throat, sucking wetly at her nipples. I was sliding over the edge and wanted her to come with me, wanted to feel her writhe under me. "Willow... Now…”
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Couldn't find words, wasn't really thinking too clearly anymore. Hard to when your wolf is just below the surface of your consciousness, even in human form. Oz did that - invoked every part of me, summoned it all, made me feel everything. I just nodded, clung to him, let him ride it out and oh gods, like a firework, I muffed my cry against his neck, listened to his own howl-like moan, felt him come within me. It felt like electricity replaced my blood, or fire, before it dulled down I dunno how long later, leaving me raw and breathing hard, hollowed out and... really, really frickin' happy. "Mmm, Oz," I murmured into his ear, the warm weight of his body against mine very very welcome. We shifted to curl around each other, exchanging small kisses and spending the rest of the morning there, his fingers picking through my hair, me stroking his chest. He made up for the warm weather I left behind in California - and everything else.