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| Willow was in the last place she ever expected to be�a boring old office answering phones. She sighed deeply and resigned herself to positive thinking. This was a means to an end. Endless temping jobs, usually ones that consisted of sorting mail and answering phones and taking messages, would lead to the bonus of some extra moola. Not that she was materialistic or anything, but somebody had to pay the bills at casa di Summers, especially now since about a dozen people were shacking up in the place. Here she was sitting at somebody else�s desk, pictures of their kids in the frame with time tick-tocking very slowly away. �Bored now,� she thought as she tried to come up with a better, quicker way to get some cash. It�s not that she was opposed to working, she did like using her mind, but even she knew she was too smart for this mundane occupation. Her day-dreaming thoughts were interrupted by Ms. Nelson, her day�s supervisor. �Willow, I need you to take this box and get it wrapped up and shipped to this address via Fed Ex next day.� She handed the redhead a big box of god-knows-what along with a slip of paper and a look that showed not much trust in her employee of the day. �You do know how to fill out a shipping form for Fed Ex, don�t you?� Willow stepped up from her chair, a huge grin on her face. She wasn�t gonna let this witch get the best of her. �Of course I do, but if you could direct me to the mailroom.� Ms. Nelson scooted off for more important duties but managed to eek out an answer before she was out of sight. �Take the elevator to the basement, make a left.� One elevator ding (ok, two �cause technically, it did stop in the lobby also), a turn to the left later, and she was facing a door that told her she was in the right place with the indication of a big, blue sign. �Mail Room� glared at her on the wooden door and she had to shift the weight of the box into her left hand so that she could rap on the door. �Hello? Anyone there?� No response. She put her ear close to the door and heard music blasting. Sounded like Metallica. She bobbed her head along, remembering how she went through a Metallica stage several years ago. Being proactive and assuming someone was probably inside, she turned the handle and walked in. Her vision was slightly obscured by the big cardboard box. �Hey, I have to send this out Fed Ex today.� �Just put it over there,� a voice simply responded to hers. Okay, so there actually is a living, breathing person in here, she thought. Willow shouted a bit to be heard over the music. �I know I have to fill out the form and everything. And I actually DO know how to do that. I�ve got the address right here, so it�s really just a question of grabbing a pen and getting to it.� She put the box down on the ground and spun around to face the mailroom guy. When she looked up she saw him standing there, looking directly at her, his eyes full of surprise. Her insides exploded. �Willow. What are you doing here? Is this some kind of joke?� He stood solidly but scratched the back of his neck in a bit of nervousness. He wore tight blue jeans and a grey T-shirt with the company�s logo stenciled in a black and faded manner, like he�d been down here forever. �Oh my God, Oz!� She was frozen in her spot. Never in a million years did she expect to see her former boyfriend here, let alone actually in Sunnydale at all. �What are you? Wait, I didn�t know you were here. I didn�t even know you were in Sunnydale!� �But you�re here, and I�m here. He moved from his spot, unable to look at her directly and began pacing back and forth. �I come to town sometimes to visit my family, you know, and I work here sometimes. I try to stay out of your way. I don�t want to complicate things for you.� �Complicate? Oz, don�t be silly.� She followed his movement with her eyes and tried to stop him in mid-step. �You would never be a complication. I mean you know I told you,� she stopped him with her hand which she laid on his shoulder. �You�re always with me.� He grabbed her hand and joined it with her other; he held them firmly as they looked at one another. He lifted her hands up to his mouth and kissed them softly, his eyes never leaving hers. Between kisses, he spoke. �You know Willow, I�ve thought about you a lot.� He kissed them more. �You know what my big regret is?� She accepted his affection. It felt nice and soothing, and she�d been needing comfort for a while. �Regret? Daniel Osbourne has a regret?� She giggled. He joined her in laughter before turning serious. �I regret that I didn�t get to make love to you one last time before�� �Shh, I know,� she quieted his fears and regret. �It�s never too late.� Still holding hands, she leaned forward and kissed him sweetly on the lips. It was so warm and moist, like the taste of a long ago forgotten favorite dessert. Without a word, she moved to the front of the cramped mailroom and turned the lock on the doorknob. There was no question that this was destined to happen now. Willow came back toward Oz and put her hands on his shoulders and her fingers entwined around his neck. She pulled him into her for an out-of-this world, knock-your-socks off passionate kiss. It stirred something inside of him, something long left dormant. It began to rise, to claim her for his own. He wrapped his arms around her warm body, engulfing her figure while his hands and fingers roamed up and down the silk blouse she wore, trying to reach through its material and release her to him. Consequently, Willow explored the taut muscles of his arms and shoulders and her fingers grazed the nape of his neck and the ends of his now sandy-colored hair. It was almost all he could take to have her again this way, her touching him like a woman now; she was not the girl she had been. She was experienced in giving pleasure, even though the bulk of her experience had been with another woman, it excited her to be with a man�a man she knew well, almost as if she were discovering him again for the first time. Oz impulsively picked Willow up off the ground and she wrapped her legs around his body. He began to move her over to a wooden counter when she protested softly. �Don�t you think it�s just a little uncomfortable up there?� He didn�t want to mess this up. He was thrilled to be with her like this again�his first love, fulfilling a fantasy he had dreamed about for so long. Inspired by his surroundings his eye fell on a decent-sized roll of bubble wrap that stuck out of a corner of the room. He moved toward it, but Willow wouldn�t let go of him. He grinned broadly and even laughed a little when she clung to his back. It slowed him down in his task, but he didn�t mind one bit. Her hand stroked his chest, lifting his shirt to feel his firm abs. She nibbled on his ear distractedly, yet he still managed to retrieve the roll of bubble wrap. It was the good kind, with nice, big soft bubbles that held a decent amount of air. Willow still held on to him as he laid down one layer of the wrap on the low counter table. He may have gotten a little carried away with it when he created at least three more layers, rolling the bubble wrap back and forth until there was practically nothing left on the tube. When he was done, he turned around, picked up his girl and placed her on top of the table. As soon as her bottom hit the wrap, they were greeted with one loud cracking pop. She laughed out loud, and he dove into her. He kissed up and down her d�colletage, unbuttoning her blouse and revealing the skin of her breasts. He fondled them as he kissed from her ear lobes to her freckles to her swan-like neck. He worshipped her body and she moved with each quiver he created within her, but with each movement--POP. She laughed again. His hands tickled her erect nipples, she quivered, and then another POP, POP, POP! She giggled; he laughed too. Full of delight and lust, he felt encouraged to go on. He reached for his jeans and lowered them down on the ground. He was between her legs, his lips buried in the crook of her neck when he felt her hands reach down and grasp his tight ass. She squeezed the firm skin between her fingers, and he grew instantly excited. He bit her neck playfully. POP! �Hey! We always had a no biting rule, remember?� He lifted his head up and looked her in the face with a mischievous grin. �That was before.� He planted a deep, wet kiss on her, his tongue burrowing delightfully into her mouth. She sucked on it as hard as she could and they began grinding against one another. He dipped his body into hers, stimulating her deep, dark places with his stiff manhood, but it was only the beginning of better things to come. POP, POP, POP! He thought he was going to lose his tongue, but he would have done so willingly. She only released it to laugh again at the little noises they were making. She sat there, shirt undone, professional looking skirt lifted, heels digging into his bare back, and she wouldn�t trade it for all the world. She never imagined it would be like this. She didn�t even think she would enjoy being with a man again, but Oz was different. He knew her so well�knew how to bring out things in her. It was heat, it was passion, it was all consuming, and darn tootin�, it was fun. She never thought she would be the kind of girl who would be making out (well, more than making out) with the mailroom guy in the mailroom! And frankly she didn�t even care if she got caught. Metallica still blared in the background and ironically the song �Of Wolf and Man� came on. Oz looked up at her and they both started giggling at the coincidence. �Kind of makes the biting seem more appropriate.� She didn�t argue. He pulled her body slightly off the table and down toward him, a stream of loud crackling pops punctuated the sudden movement. Forcefully, yet tenderly he turned her body away from his, positioning himself much like she had been earlier. Now his hands roamed over the front of her body and his mouth began to nibble, suck and kiss the length of her body. He moved down her spine, making sure to spend time in pleasing every square inch of her. Soon he was crouched down beneath her. One hand supported her back, as the other explored the outer folds of her delicate tenderness. He rubbed lightly on them, stimulating her with pleasure. She moaned in ecstasy, he grinned. His rubbing grew deeper and faster, the tips of his fingers tickled her skin just so, and he created tiny little circles that sent waves of warmth throughout her body. He could feel her excitement dripping down, and he put two fingers inside of her. She cried out, but it was almost inaudible under the music. She couldn�t stand no more; her hands reached out to slap on the table and gave off a resounding POP as they found their support. She laughed deeply at the scenario, and his fingers found there way deeper inside at the same moment. She released herself all over him, and he chose that moment to rise up again. He kissed his way back up her spine as his hands lightly tickled her exposed skin. Her body was still leaning on the table, hands not having moved since the last big synthetic explosion. �Willow, do you trust me?� He raised an eyebrow, not that she could see it as he still stood behind her, but she could hear him perfectly. �Yes,� she answered breathlessly. One hand reached behind to grab his head and bring it forward; she turned her head to meet his lips with a kiss. �Lay down a bit,� He cooed to her, easing her body forward. �Trust me, you�ll enjoy this.� She did as she was told, her mostly naked body hitting the bubble wrap. Each pillow of air erupted with a pleasing noise as she did. She noticed the way the bubbles popping against her bare skin felt. The initial release let out a little sting, but then it was followed by an enjoyable little breeze. She cherished the feeling. When she had lain down, she felt Oz reaching to the sides of the table and pulling up the other layers of bubble wrap. He wrapped her entire torso in it, and they laid his chest on top of her covered back, forcing more bubbles to pop and releasing the stimulating sensation against her skin. Her body shivered and she laughed. He kissed the back of her head. �Relax,� he whispered softly in her ear. He held one hand tightly on her wrapped body, and reached down to spread her legs. It was if her body moved instinctively to let him enter her and when he finally did, they both let out a delighted moan. It was like coming home again. He moved against her greedily like a passionate lover would, keeping his body close to hers and creating more friction. POP, POP, POP! Little explosions went off around them, in synch with the music and their heart-pounding bodies. Oz actions grew hungrier and he moved himself deeper and deeper inside her warmness. Willow felt like she had melted into a pool of pleasure. The rubbing of him against her and the bubble wrap excited her even more and soon she was begging him. �More, Oz, more! Deeper, I want you in me deeper.� Her spoken plea excited him beyond a point he thought was ever possible. He moved faster, deeper, pleasing her and himself simultaneously. He was almost leaning on top of her. He could feel her hair and neck drenched with sweat and his hand grasped onto her clear covering, creating more pops. The small explosions and his dynamic motions led to and even bigger one deep inside of her. When she had lost control of herself at last, he also let go. He collapsed on top of her, kissing her wherever he possibly could. He felt bliss. He hoped she did too. �Mmmmm,� she moaned, satisfied. �Now that�s what I call a big bang.� They laughed together, and kissed again�maybe for the last time or maybe for the first of a new beginning |
| THE BIG BANG |
| by Mazzy |
| NC-17 warning |
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