The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end. It felt like someone was watching her, and she had one good guess as to who it might be. Artfully, Willow dropped her pencil, leaned down to pick it up and stared right into the brown eyes of Alexander Harris. He had that disbelieving stare, as if she had suddenly grown four sets of eyes or something. Just behind Xander Buffy was grinning from ear to ear, obviously delighted that her shy girlfriend was finally getting some smoochies.

With a small smile Willow retrieved her pencil and leaned back in her desk. This was going to be a long day. It was only 11:00 a.m. and it felt like she'd been in school for a week already. Part of this was due to the unending gibberish coming from Xander's mouth every time he opened it and Buffy's constant demands for details. The other factor was that Willow couldn't wait to get back into that detention room with Oz. Sure, it had been a less than romantic atmosphere for their first serious smoochies, but it had felt wonderful, daring and wild. Reverently she hoped that Oz felt as she did. Apart from a hug and a smile this morning he hadn't said anything about their intimate moment the night before, causing her to worry. Did she do something wrong? Was she too forward? Did he think she was a slut? And guys thought that girls were difficult to figure out. Usually she would just ask Buffy or Xander for advice but neither one them seemed to be capable of a coherent thought between them. Sighing heavily, Willow steeled herself for the inevitable questions during the coming lunch period, and the rest of the day. At least Oz would be spared the misery of putting up with his friend's obsession with this embarressing topic of conversation.

"Oz man, dish! You've been dating this girl for what? A month? And you have no details for us? It's the locker room man! This is where we guys share these kind of things ya know?"

"Look, I don't want to talk about it. I like her, and I don't want to smear her name throughout the locker room by discussing sordid details with you guys. It's bad enough that you even think about her that way. Just leave it alone alright?"

"He's blushing! The Oz man never blushes! He got some! He got some! Okay man, that's cool that you don't want to 'dis your girlfriend, she's pretty special I can tell. But don't you be telling me you ain't gettin' none! It's written all over your face! So much for that innocent schoolgirl routine!"

Shaking his head Oz walked away as quickly as possible from the bawdy laughter of his fellow classmates. Gym was annoying enough with this testosterone pumped bunch, now that they had a topic of conversation that would actually get a rise out of him they wouldn't leave it alone. Leaning against a locker, Oz closed his eyes and remembered the feel of Willow's lips, her hands, her hair. God, that had been so amazing last night. Not quite the setting he had hoped for, but something about it just seemed so right. Of course, he doubted anything like that would happen for quite some time. Apart from a sweet smile and a brief hug Willow hadn't said anything about it this morning. He hoped he hadn't pushed her into doing something that she didn't want to do. It didn't seem that way though, as far as he could tell she had enjoyed it. Maybe she was just embarrassed that Xander had walked in on them. Hell, he was embarrassed about that. So much for trying to convince the guy that his intentions were honorable. He wondered how Willow's day was going, and if she was thinking of the hour together in detention as well. Probably not, she probably was talking Slayer talk with Buffy and Giles.

"Will, I'm your best friend! You're not going to give me one eensy detail?"

"No! I mean, I understand that you want to know what's going on, how it felt etc. but I feel really uncomfortable about telling you. At least for now I do, heck, I can't even talk about it with Oz!"

"Okay, I'll back off but when you feel ready to spill the beans you come and talk to me."

"Thanks for understanding."

"Yeah, yeah. You better get hopping or you'll be late for detention, and we definitely don't want that, do we?"

Lips clamped shut, Willow gave Buffy a wave and headed towards the detention room. Thank God this day was over and the fun (hopefully) was about to begin. She had missed Oz all day, and thanks to slayerette duties she had missed seeing him in math class. Never before had she resented being excused from a math class, she must be head over heels for this guy!

As she reached the door the timid feeling started up again, until Willow remembered what she had done in this very room the night before. With that in mind she pushed open the door with confidence and strode into the room like she belonged there.

At the teacher's desk sat Mr. Kruzecki, nearsighted and somewhat deaf to boot. Hope swelled in Willow's heart when she realized the potential with Mr. Kruzecki on watch. With a start of surprise and then a grunt he waved her to a seat, not caring that she slipped in beside the other red haired delinquent sitting in the back corner. Two other students sauntered in directly after Willow, claimed their seats by the window and promptly nodded off. Mr. Kruzecki seemed oblivious to everyone and everything in the room, he was too busy reading his latest romance novel.

Shyly, Willow glanced at her neighbor. Oz glanced back just as shyly and then looked away. Feeling a bit hurt, Willow stared down at her books, surely he was happy to see her? After all they had shared something pretty intense just yesterday. Maybe he didn't like the aggressive type. Blinded by unshed tears, she bit her lip to keep from saying anything. Talking was strictly forbidden in detention with Kruzecki in charge, and it would mean having to move away from Oz, though it seemed as if that was what he wanted.

Suddenly his foot nudged her foot. Startled she jumped, and knocked her book on the floor. Embarrassed she leant down to grab it and noticed the Doc Marten's that Oz was currently sporting were currently tangled up with her feet. This was good. Footsies was a good thing. Sitting back up, Willow caught his eye and noticed a distinct devilish gleam. A piece of paper had managed to make its way onto her open pad of paper, neatly folded into an origami swan.

Smiling she opened it, careful not to tear the delicate folds that made the intricate little bit of artwork. Inside was a beautifully drawn picture of a stargazer lily and a small note from Oz.

Willow,

I feel a little awkward about having to write back and forth since what I want to say to you should be said out loud. Unfortunately we never seem to get the privacy we need to say these kinds of things, so this will have to do for now. I hope you understand. (at this point Willow reached under the table and took Oz's hand in hers, grateful that the desk they were seated at had a closed in front so their small transgression wouldn't be noticed.) Yesterday was amazing, I had daydreamed about holding you like that and kissing you but I never expected to have the passion reciprocated. I just wanted you to know that I enjoy every moment with you, whether we're having smoochies or not, and that yesterday was special. I'll make it up to you for having to put up with these 'detention' dates. I promise.

Love Oz

Tears made the page go all blurry, but this time they were tears of joy. He still liked her, he had even signed with 'love' on the bottom of the page. Tightly she squeezed his hand, noting the slight blush to his cheeks as if he were afraid he had said too much. Gently he took her hand and laid it on his thigh, palm up. Still playing footsies with her, he began to trace out delicate patterns on her palm. Sparks of pleasure shot up Willow's arm as his fingers played intricate games with hers.

The game with the hands continued for awhile until Willow accidentally brushed her fingers against his inner thigh. After yesterday she had no problem identifying the bulge under his zipper, and was secretly pleased to feel it again. Trying to look non-chalant she used one hand to prop up her chin while 'reading' her book and used the other to run up and down the straining fabric. He didn't make any effort to stop her, so Willow quietly undid the zipper that hid the object of her attention. Besides a shuddering intake of breath Oz made no other move to halt what she was doing, only placing his hand on her thigh as if to gain support.

Her hand slid into the open fly of his jeans easily and brushed against the cotton of his boxers. His erection was already peeking out from the opening in the boxers, and jumped in response to her hesitant touch. Marveling at the softness of the skin that covered his throbbing erection, Willow cautiously began to explore with her fingers every line on him. Apart from having his eyes tightly shut and a death grip on her thigh, there was no outward indication that she, Willow Rosenberg, currently had her hand in the pants of her boyfriend in a room with three other people. Granted they were asleep and the desk hid what she was doing but still, it was very exciting. Almost crazy.

Experimentally she squeezed him, while pretending to read the book in front of her. She had no idea what the text said, all of her attention was on the reactions of the man beside her. A strangled quiet sigh escaped between his lips as he opened his eyes to stare at her. Surprised Willow noticed that his eyes were fully dilated, as if he were fully aroused by what she was doing. With a shaking hand Oz managed to write to her on a piece of paper.

~Please don't do that. This is almost impossible to take as it is.~

~Why?~

~Do you want me to show you?~

~Sure.~

With that Oz firmly removed her hand from between his zipper, giving her a loving squeeze before he placed it on top of the desk. Puzzled Willow watched as he quietly zipped himself up again and then started to read his book. She was totally confused, wasn't he going to show her why she couldn't do this to him? Wouldn't that involve more of what she was doing? Then she felt his hand on her knee. Immediately her heart rate jumped about a hundred beats a minute. He wasn't going to demonstrate on...her...was he?

The daring hand slid along her thigh, like one would stroke fur or silk. Like with her hand, Oz traced out patterns on her skin, sliding a little higher with each one. By the time his hand had reached the edge of her skirt Willow was ready to hyperventilate. Instead she found some small measure of control and closed her eyes instead. A tiny chuckle sounded beside her. His hand slipped under her skirt and then further up her thigh. Startled, Willow suddenly realized that her underwear was wet with desire. She prayed that he wouldn't go that far, for some reason she felt absurdly ashamed of her reaction to such a simple thing. Instead Oz traced his fingers along the edge of her panties that bordered her inner thigh. He was so close that she could feel herself throb with anticipation. Oz meanwhile looked for all the world like he was engrossed in his book, though she could hear that he was breathing a little faster than usual.

Ever so slowly he slid his fingers across the already soaked fabric of her panties. His eyebrows shot up with pleasure. He had no idea that Willow was enjoying herself that much, she was more amazing than he had ever dreamed of. The only signal she gave that she had felt anything was the sudden tensing of her leg muscles. Not a peep sounded between her lips and her face, though slightly flushed, looked calm. Impressed with her self control though determined to break it, Oz gently massaged her through the fabric, reveling in the feel of her under his fingers.

Willow meanwhile couldn't decide if she was in heaven or hell. The most wonderful sensations were ripping throughout her body with every movement those magical hands were making and she couldn't do a damn thing about it. The urge to just rip off her skirt and mount him like a sex fiend was overwhelming. Instead reason took over and calmly noted that there were three other people in the room and this was neither the time or the place. But damn it would feel good to have him in her. Or so she imagined, it seemed as if nothing else would stop the increasing spiral of sensations that kept increasing in intensity. Now she had an inkling of what Oz was getting at, this was torture, pure and simple.

When one particularly well placed finger all but made her yell with pleasure she grabbed his hand and pulled it away. God, all she wanted was for him to keep touching her like that, but any more and she would lose it completely, company be damned. Breathing as quietly as she could, Willow gazed into his hazel eyes as he held her hand in his under the table. Smiling that delightfully crooked grin, Oz scrawled out a note on the pad of paper.

~See what I mean?~

Hand still trembling, Willow managed to legibly write out the response,

~Yes.~

After a few more minutes of silence the clock chimed 5:00 p.m., signaling the end of the detention hour. Struggling to maintain some sense of decorum, Willow straightened her skirt and stood up. With a giggle she saw Oz casually pull out his shirt and let it hang down in front of his still visible erection. Grinning at her like a kid caught in the candy store he took herby the hand and all but ran out of the room.

Halfway down the hall Willow managed to stop laughing long enough to gasp out a suggestion.

"What did you say?"

"The utility closet, Xander and Cordy go there all the time. And the night crew doesn't start cleaning until 6:30 p.m. See? There are some benefits to being here late at night!"

Oz stared at her, obviously torn between temptation and, well, not giving in to temptation. The impish grin on her face faded when she realized that he was having second thoughts. At first she was confused then she was assaulted by a bruising kiss that took her breath away. With a fierceness that made her heart stop Oz whispered in her ear.

"I want nothing more than to strip you naked and do everything I can possibly think of to you, but I am NOT going to do it in a utility closet. You deserve better than that, always."

Open mouthed with surprise Willow could only stare at him, then nod slowly in agreement. She pulled him into a hug as fierce as the kiss he had just given her, holding him tight as if she could show him her love with that simple gesture. After what seemed like an eternity he took her hand and led the way towards the library where their friends and duty awaited them.