Buffy pulled Oz into the girls' locker room and smiled at the sinks and the shower stalls. She tossed her bag on a bench and pulled out three bottles while Oz spun around taking in the forbidden scenery.

"It's so neat in here."

"The wonder of the ladies' locker room is cleanliness, not neatness. Let's shower. I'll let you scrub my back." He pulled his tee over his head and smiled at her as she started unlacing his pants. She squirmed at the rush of heat through her body.

"Will you wash my hair for me?" He breathed the question against her ear.

"Of course I will that's what good mates do." She looked at him and pulled a silly face before she traced her fingers up and down his chest, flicking his nipples.

"Yes, you are the Donna Reed of werewolf mates." He laughed and stepped back from her as she pinched at him. "Hey, hey, no mate abuse, now."

"Well, then it'll just have to wait 'til later." She pouted a bit, letting her lower lip jut out teasingly. She sat down and leaned back on the wooden bench. Letting her eyes drift along his body, she waited for him to strip off his leather pants.

Oz smiled down at Buffy and enjoyed the moment of peace. He reached down and pushed her legs apart leaving enough room for him to sit facing her on the bench. He unlaced the front closure of her vest and pushed it off her shoulders letting it slide down to drape on the bench behind her.

Buffy smiled and sat up bringing them nose-to-nose. She twisted her fingers in his over long hair and tilted her head slightly pulling him in for a long wet kiss. She moaned deep in her throat and moved until she was straddling his lap with her legs wrapped around his waist. She felt him smile against her lips and he thrust against her before pulling away and standing up.

Buffy growled up at him and grabbed his hips. She looked at him and pushed his pants off freeing his cock. She ran a finger along it and smiled at his answering growl.

"I need to get out of my clothes too. Go start the water, and I'll join you." He walked backwards watching her. Buffy smiled and shooed him with her fingers.

She stripped off her clothes and picked up the bottles. The walk to the showers seemed to take forever. Thoughts of their home filled her. She looked up and watched him tum under the warm spray and hold out his arms.

"It'll be okay, Buffy." His arms wrapped around her as she sobbed.

"I want to go home." She said against his throat.

"It was only a temporary home. We will make a new home here. I promise. We'll do it. I love you. Come on, baby, let go of the bottles and let me take care of you." She let him pull the bottles out of her hands and leaned her head against the mark riding above his heart. "We will find a new home."

"It'll need to be soon, Oz. I can't do this world without you."

"You don't have to do anything without me. We will work this out. I promise." She pulled his lips down to hers and kissed him. Her desperation filled them both. He could feel the pain starting to seep into her conscious mind and tried to pull back.

"Let me have this." She kissed up and down his neck and bit his earlobe lightly. "I need to do this before it swamps me. Okay?"

Oz pulled back from her and kissed her on the nose playfully. He ran his hands along her sides, tickling her. He caught her small burst of outraged laughter as he brought their lips together and pushed Buffy back against the shower wall.

Her hands slid along the cool white tile looking for purchase as he splayed his fingers across her belly and slowly slid his hand down until his fingers nestled against her core. He smiled and kissed her temple when she started squirming against his hand.

"Are you going to make me beg?" Buffy panted in his ear. "Or do you just want me on my knees?"

"Either works." He tilted his head and slid his fingers into her warmth, spearing into her deeply and feeling her tremble. "But, I'd rather be the one on my knees if it's all the same to you."

He trailed kisses down from her shoulders to her nipples. Sucking gently, he waited for her to move. She started to thrust against his hand and moaned low and deep in her body. He dropped to his knees as she crested her first wave of orgasm, nuzzling his nose and mouth against her. He bit gently on her clitoris and relished the feeling of her fingers as she drove them into his hair holding him to her. He thrust his fingers deep into her again and again while licking at the juices dripping from her. He smiled as she finally lost it completely and he felt her body go slack.

He worked his way up her body, running his tongue along her stomach and nuzzling the sensitive undersides of her breasts as she quivered caught between his body and the wall. He grinned at her soft whimpers and mews. He nudged her legs apart with his knees and slid up to look into his mate's eyes.

He watched her eyes flutter open as he held himself still at her entrance, waiting. She reached up with one shaking hand and traced his lips before he leaned in and kissed her. Then, as their tongues entwined, he thrust home and felt her body quake as she fell to pieces in his arms. He managed a few thrusts before he followed her over with his head buried against her shoulder. He smiled as he felt her soaring above the pain and pressure of their environment.

Tears joined with the shower spray as he felt the pain of their loss weigh on him. Their home was gone, and he wasn't sure how to move forward. He held her body and locked her out of his turmoil. They had talked about their return, but the reality was daunting. He felt Buffy hug him tighter, and he kissed along her collarbone. She had the world to save here, and he had her to save.