Oz awoke slowly, his head throbbing and his ears ringing. As he blinked open his eyes, he tried to remember what had happened to him. He'd gone home...back to Sunnydale, to grovel at Willow's feet...
Willow...she'd...
"Ow," he groaned, then took in his surroundings. There was a ceiling above him, the tile kind with the holes in it that you could push up and escape through. Trying to bring his hand down to his aching head, Oz realized it wouldn't move more than an inch. Craning his head, he saw that he was tied to a headboard with what looked like dental floss. He pulled experimentally.
"Interesting. Didn't think they made dental floss out of steel."
"I magicked it," came a lilting, yet anger charged voice from his left.
Oz craned his head in that direction and saw Willow sitting on Buffy's bed. He was in their dorm room. Right, he'd gone there to beg, and she'd...
"Ow..."
"Yeah, sorry about that," she said, her voice rather gleeful.
Oz felt a draft and glanced down, then back up at the ceiling. Okay, the situation was a bit strange. He was tied to Willow's bed with dental floss and he was naked.
Totally naked.
"Um, Willow?" He looked back at her and saw her rise to her feet and pull her dress over her head. She was naked underneath and all thought fled his brain as his blood rushed to a more important organ. As Willow sashayed towards him, a wicked grin on her face, Oz gaped and latched onto the first thought that entered his lust-fogged brain. "Why am I tied up with dental floss?"
"Because you ran away and must be punished."
He nodded in full understanding. "But...dental floss?"
Willow shrugged her very naked shoulders, making her breasts bounce, and climbed onto her bed, straddling Oz. "Didn't have any rope."
"Ah."
"Are you ready to accept your punishment?"
Swallowing convulsively, Oz nodded.
"And you admit that you were very naughty to run away?"
He nodded again, then his eyes widened as her hand wrapped around his blood-filled organ, and squeezed.
"And, this was naughty for going places it shouldn't?"
"Ack."
"Hm?"
"Yes, yes, oh God," Oz groaned, his eyes crossing.
Willow smiled and rose above him, then leaned down and placed a sweet kiss on his lips. "Okay. I forgive you."
*****
Much, much later, as they lay in the tatters of dental floss, their bodies glistening and trembling, Oz picked up an object from the bed onto which it had fallen just at the moment that Willow had whimpered his name and sent them both careening into orgasm.
"Why did turnips fall from the air?"
"They were supposed to be rose petals," Willow sighed sleepily, kicking a couple of the vegetables aside so she could snuggle closer.
"Ah."
"Love you," she murmured against his shoulder.
"I love you, too, Willow," Oz replied, kissing her reverently before closing his eyes, finally at peace.
End
Very silly, I know. :)