Buffy fell through the small roof. It wasn't small but it wasn't big. So she settled for small. It sounded like a lesser fall in her mind. She was finally composed. After crying with Willow over Oz's departure she knew she would try to find him. Oh she found him. Just a bit hairier than usual. He seemed to just sail down through the air. Buffy rolled onto her side as he fell with a huge thud to where her body once lay. She jumped up with a stake in her hand.

"Oh come on furry. So what am I feeling? How can you tell? I think you know. I'm feeling that you messed with the wrong vampire slayer's best friend. I'm going to fuck up your shit"

The snarls didn't signal comprehension so she inched towards his limp body and kicked it over. He jumped up and tackled her back to the floor. She looked up as his yellow teeth left no imagination to the mind, of the distasteful breathe he would be exhaling. She tried to get free but it felt like he knew her next movement. She tried and tried but it was just not that easy. Was she going to lose her life to a geeky bass player who just so happened to maybe have more hair than men in the mid 30's? No. She told herself. She kneed him in the chest, and he flipped backwards into a roll. Buffy was getting mad. This was not a night to piss her off. She braced herself for another groping session and knee movement. She ran to his side and did a small kick to the jaw and jumped into a backflip. She was going to tease him to no end. And with the movement of a leaf falling, the hair fell to the ground and the snarls turned into pants and the naked Oz crouched. His penis hanging to the floor. His eyes looking at Buffy. Oh, so that's why Willow liked him.

"Buffy………did……I hurt you?" his voice kept breaking up.

"Are you ok? I hope your jaw is intact. I usually break people that way. I mean I guess you can call me butterfingers Buff"

"How……….about…..we just call you sorry"

"That works. Oz, I had no intention to fight you. Willow wants you. She can't be without you."

"Willow doesn't need me. I know she'll find another."

" Whatevahhh….can we just go and work this out?"

"No. We can't. We won't. And I just am not going to try and be forgiven for making my own choice."

"Oh I see the stubborn ol' Oz breaking through"

"That's not all you see." and he winked with that closing.

He knew she was blushing but he wasn't going to sit there and confront a made killer about her habits in showing her feelings. He didn't want to kill her with his abashed ness. So she walked to him, small steps, forgiving herself for even trying to hurt him. She helped him to his feet. And at that moment it was as if he knew her next movement like in the fight. Their lips braced. The tongues massaged and the eyes fluttered. The hands spelled out the movement and feelings towards each other. If a kiss could kill, this would be Buffy's demise. It wasn't planned. It wasn't orchrastrated. It just happened. And neither wanted it to stop. But Oz had made a decision and he had to leave. He had to go.

"Odd. Everytime I see you, something fucked up happens."

"I know what you mean. But hey, we can now both know that we have transformed in front of each other."

"What?"

"Mouse? Remember? Naked? Versus you being a wolf then kissing and.."

"Willow can't know you ever caught up to me. Bury this with you. Swallow your tongue."

"Promise."