THIS PART IS RATED R FOR SEX

~*Part 6*~

Oz smiled as he pinned Willow down on the sand.  In the darkness of the evening, the only sound was the crashing of the waves on the shore.

The scene shifted to Willow's room, two days before graduation.

"Panic is a thing people can share in times of crisis. And everything's really scary now, you know, and I don't know what's gonna happen. And there's all sorts of things that you're supposed to get to do after high school, and I was really looking forward to doing them, and now we're probably just gonna die..."

Oz stopped listening and realized what it would be like if one of them died.  All of a sudden he felt empty.  If there was any chance...  He couldn't risk never showing her his complete love.  She deserved that.  'Till death do us part.'  In one quick movement he leaned forward and kissed her slowly.

She closed her eyes.  "What are you doing?"

Oz told her the first answer that came to his head.  "Panicking."

The scene shifted again to four days before he left.

Oz pushed the door to his room open with his back as his hands roamed all over Willow.  They're kissing got more and more passionate.  He quickly slammed the door shut.  Thank god the guys were at some party.

Oz quickly took his shirt and pants off as Willow laid down on the bed and took off all her clothes from the waist down.  He threw the laundry from the bed to the floor then he positioned himself over Willow as they continued kissing.

Oz tried to take Willow's shirt off, but she stopped him.  She smiled and pushed him over, then she got on top.  She quickly pulled her shirt and bra off, and pulled his boxers down, as he got a condom out of the drawer and put it on.

They continued kissing, then she slowly lowered him into her.  She moved up and down, then quickened the pace, going stronger and stronger.  Oz moved with her, and suddenly all her muscles tightened and she shook with pleasure.  She gasped his name, and she could feel him shake with her as he grabbed her tightly keeping her with him.

She slowly got off and laid next to him.  She shivered.  Oz grabbed a yellow shirt from the floor, and she put it on.  She turned around, and Oz wrapped his arms around her.  Holding her close.

As Oz started to awake he realized that was the last time they had made love, and the most important.  Oz started to become more awake as voices echoed in his head.

"Oz don't you love me?"

"My whole life, I've never loved anything else."  He kissed her on the forehead.  Then he was gone.

Oz slowly awoke to a piercing pain in his arm.  He tried pulling away from the source of the burning in his blood.  He struggled and thrashed around trying to stop it.

A man shouted in his subconscious.  "Stop him!"

Suddenly something was put over his face and he began to fall back to sleepless hell.  Just before he felt pain that he only felt on the three nights of the full moon.  It was endless, and he screamed in pain.

Somewhere else, in a dorm room, Willow also screamed as she grabbed her stomach and fell to the floor.