"I'm craving for you. . . I'm missing you like can-day." Nancy bobbed her head up and down to the music as she read through another of the old musty books. Trying to find the great demon that was terrorizing Sunnydale along with the master. She was unconsciously singing to the music in her head. She didn't notice as the library doors swung open. As the song ended she heard a snort from behind her and turned her head around.

Devon was leaning against a bookshelf with a smirk on his face. "Bravo."

"Bite me."

"Careful who you say that to in this town, Many."

"Fuck off."

"Now that, I might do."

"To yourself."

Devon shrugged and moved to the chair across from her, sprawling out into it and almost kicking her with his long legs. "Whatcha looking up?"

"Demons. You were supposed to be here a hour ago to help me." She carefully removed the headphones to the
Discman and set it down on the table.

"Why did I get stuck helping you?"

"Because everyone else knew that you'd complain if you had to do something off your lazy ass."

Devon rolled his eyes and grabbed the book she had been reading. She thought about smacking him upside the head but decided it wouldn't be worth the whining that would ensue. "So since when did you start listening to Many Moore whore and Brittany Spears?" It was Nancy's turn to glare.

"I didn't. I don't. I just found that Discman in the desk and started listening to it."

"What desk?"

"Giles's." Devon snorted.

"Giles probably gets off from that shit, y'know."

Nancy kicked the chair Devon was sitting in and he tumbled to the ground. "Be nice, bitch."

"Your one to talk." He growled, pulling himself up off the floor.

"Devon, either shut the fuck up and help me or get out."

"Fine, whatever you say Princess." He righted his chair and sat down in it, grabbing up the book again. He began to read.

It was silent in the library for a few minutes.

"So, wanna fuck in the stacks?" Nancy looked up at him startled. "I knew that'd get a reaction."

"Your sick."

"Your hung up on Oz."

She tried desperately not to blush. "I am not."

"That's why your turning redder then a virgin on her wedding night."

"You are such a pig."

"But I'm dead sexy. So what do you say? Just one night."

Nancy thought about it for a minute.

"Alright."
~*~End~*~