My Fanfic - Roll in the Hay

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DEDICATION: This is my first REAL Smut piece. Oh god help me. LOL.

For Karen. You’ll love making fun of me for this.

Willow giggled as she practically tumbled into the over sized barn, a huge cow gave her the evil eye. "Sorry." She mumbled to it and patted it on the head, the cow seemed contented and went back to sleep. It was raining cats and dogs outside, not literally. Oz came in after her looking completely drenched, his spikes drooping down over his forehead in a cute way. "You sure you don't wanna make a run for the house?" She asked, lightening cracked outside and thunder boomed, she squeaked. "Never mind."

Oz smiled. "I guess we're going to have to make due here." Here, was Oz's uncle Rudy's farm in the country. Cows, cows, and some chickens. It smelled horrible at first but once you got used to it, it was a pleasant place to be.

"But, where will we sleep?" She asked, glancing around. She noticed a huge bail of hay, Oz nearly saw the light bulb go off over the top of her head. "We could. . . sleep in the hay?"

Oz blinked.

She moved forward, swaying her hips slightly. "C'mon Oz, don't you wanna have a roll in the hay with me?" She grinned and ran her hands down his wet chest. A slow smile spread across Oz's face and he moved them backwards, trapping her mouth in a kiss. He grabbed a blanket on one of the empty horse stalls and broke the kiss, spreading it out over the sharp hay. As soon as he'd laid down the blanket Willow was next to him, kissing his mouth and neck as she worked her hands under his wet undershirt and tee.

She shrugged out of the flannel shirt Chrissie, Oz's cousin had given her when they'd left earlier to go look at the horses in pasture. Before they'd known it was almost three miles to the pasture and the barn was a mile from the house, they'd decided to stay with all of the animals. She laughed out loud when Oz became tangled in his wet tee-shirt and had it stuck half above his head. She resisted the urge for about a second to start tickling his exposed stomach. Oz curled up on himself, blinded by the wet burgundy material over his head. He fell backwards trying to avoid the tickling fingers into the hay, Willow (tripped by his feet) fell along with him.

"When. . . I. . . *laugh*. . . get out of this shirt. . . " Suddenly he was free! The shirt flew across the room with a wet slap and Willow's eyes got huge as saucers, she scrambled away from her boyfriend, giggling the whole time. He pounced on her, pulling her shirt up, she squealed playfully as his hands attacked her exposed flesh. The hay spread out over the coarse blanket and got into her hair. He tickled her for a few minutes unless she completely collapsed into laughter, her stomach muscles aching and her eyes watering. She completely pulled off her shirt, and lay on the blanket panting in only her bra and jeans.

She slowly opened her eyes, still breathing quickly. She glanced over at where Oz was laying, staring at her. . . stomach. She rolled over and propped her head up on one hand. "Euro dollar for your thoughts?"

Oz's ears blushed slightly, caught. "No sale. No merchandise."

"Liar." Oz smiled and moved forward, kissing her. His tongue gently caressed her lips, asking gently for her to open them. She complied, opening her mouth and giving him access. His hands ran up her still slightly damp stomach and caressed her through her bra. She smiled against his lips and ran her hands down his chest, reaching his jeans she tugged at the button, the zipper magically falling open.

Oz’s hand reached around behind her, unclasping her bra. They broke apart for a second, Willow shedding her bra and pants her shoes and socks fell off with them. Oz wriggling out of his sopping wet jeans. His boxers, with little yellow smiley faces, looked slightly tight and she grinned. He was back to her lips in what seemed like a second of getting out of his boots and socks, he began kissing her again, moving down her neck. He gently took a pebble like nipple into his mouth, sucking gently.

Willow moaned and tangled her fingers in his rusty red hair, holding him too her. She gasped out his name as he switched to her other breast, she arched herself against him, rubbing against him like a cat in heat. “I want you. . . “ Her voice was breathy, making him want nothing more then to take her.

He gently sat up, placing his fingers in the waist band of her panties he pulled down. They came off easily, she groaned in frustration as he began to remove his boxers and grabbed his jeans. Pulling out a foil packet.

They both looked at each other knowing what was coming next. He slowly ripped open the foil packet to reveal a candy apple red condom, tastefully applying it onto his penis with much care.

Willow laying on the blanket with legs spread open ready to receive him, gives a slight moan as his penis barely touches her. Oz pushes into her, slowly moving in and out, as they both moan in pleasure. His hands moving all over her body starting at her hard nipples and moving south down her stomach. He kisses her lips he and slides his tongue into her mouth. They were in heaven, all these feelings at once, worshipping each others bodies.

Willow’s breath was coming in short gasps and she felt her whole body tightening, her stomach muscles contracted and she cried out his name, softly. Oz stiffened above her, and shuddered like a dog shaking off water. Lightening flashed outside and they both lay spent, Oz gently moved off of her and removed the condom. He pulled Willow into his arms.

She seemed to be purring like a kitten, “I love you, Oz.”

He kissed her sweaty forehead. “I love you too.”

They were silent for a moment, laying in the afterglow. “Oz?”

“Hmmm?” He asked, stroking her hair.

“What were you thinking about?” She felt him sigh slightly.

“I was thinking about how beautiful you’re going to look when your pregnant with my child.” She blinked. “Later on down the line.”

Willow blushed slightly, “you think about us having kids?”

“Of course I do.” The hand that had been stroking her hair had stopped. “I think about spending the rest of our lives together every day. . . “

She felt tears spring to her eyes. “That’s so sweet.”

He smiled. “I think about you all the time, past, present, and future.” He tilted her head back, kissing her on the lips.

“Well well well, what have we here?” Chrissie said from the front of the barn. Starring at the entwined, very naked couple. Willow blushed and tried to hide her face against Oz’s chest. “I hope you two don’t think your the first to try that trick.” She said, grabbing a rope hanging near the door. The loft above them collapsed and they were buried in loose hay, Chrissie’s laughs wringing in their ears as she left the barn to her jeep.

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