Oral Fixation

Oz entered the dimly lit club, immediately scanning for his love. He quickly spotted her in the corner of the room, sitting on a high-backed love seat, watching the night's band intently. With a little bounce in his step, Oz waded through the throng of teenage bodies and sat down next to her. She smiled lovingly at him and gave him a quick kiss. Oz smiled a bit when he saw her frown in confusion, it was so cute when she knit her eyebrows together like that.

Leaning over, Willow kissed him again. This time she delved her tongue between his lips to taste of his mouth. Oz closed his eyes, reveling in the feel of her lips and tongue. He barely suppressed a groan when she pulled away. She smacked her lips a bit and quickly got a chastising look on her face. "Oz, what did you do today?" she asked, looking like she already knew the answer but was trying to give him the benefit of the doubt.

"Oh, nothing much. Band practice," Oz answered, trying to give her an innocent look.

"And?" she prompted him to continue.

"That's about it," Oz said, his eyes skating guiltily away from hers.

"Oh, god, Oz! Who was it this time?" she asked, fully turning toward him.

A lopsided smile donned on Oz's face. "I'm sorry," he said lamely.

"That's not an answer, Oz. Who?" Willow asked, firmly.


"Devon?" Willow asked, waiting for him to speak again.

"And Wesley." Oz looked quite ashamed at this revelation.

"Wesley! Oz, I don't believe you! You probably made him so frazzled that he choked on his British tongue. Are you trying to kill him? Wesley took time to break in. Like Buffy needs to break in a new Watcher."

"I know, but I....I really just owed it to him."

"What? You don't owe him anything. You two barely talk to each other. Devon, I kind of understand, but Wesley?" Willow crossed her arms across her breasts and waited for an explanation.

"Well, see, since it's kind of close to the full moon, I sorta lost my temper with him. I just felt so bad about it that I felt I had to make it up to him," Oz said quickly.

"I'm sure he would have settled for an apology. Plus, he doesn't even know about your....little problem."

"I don't think of it as a problem. I'm a nice guy."

"Not all nice guys are addicted to oral sex, Oz. Until you admit you have a problem, you won't be able to face it."

"I know," Oz said, sitting back huffily.

"I mean, it's gotten so bad that Xander can't even look at you. Giles stutters every time you're around and I've been seeing ulterior motives in Buffy's eyes."

"Well, at least it has some uses. I mean, it did get me out of that death situation with Spike," Oz defended.

"That's different. I probably would have done the same thing in your situation, but there is a time and a place for those kind of things. You can't just drop to your knees every time someone's mad at you or a little down in the dumps," Willow lectured.

Oz nodded.

"And you don't even ask for anything in return. I mean, I'm sure at least Cordy would have been happy to return the favor, but you wouldn't even let her."

"But that's because I don't want anybody but you, baby."

"Then you should be focused on pleasing only me. Promise me you'll cut back."

"I promise."

"Especially with Devon. He thinks of you as his own personal whore," Willow said, uncrossing her arms and pouting.

"I'm sorry," Oz said, leaning over to caress her cheek with the back of his hand. "Do you want me to make it up to you?" he asked, licking his lips suggestively.

With that Willow's expression changed immediately. A large grin broke out across her face. "Okay," she said, jumping up and dragging him along with her.