For Ems. Ah yes, I have a W/O smut to write for tomorrow involving rope.

They were trapped. They were going to die and for some reason that just made Nancy a little more desperate than usual. *Not now, Nan. He's not going to be in the mood.* She stared at Oz. Then she STARED at Oz.

He must have felt the laser of her gaze because he turned to watch her with animal eyes. "The cage is solid metal, Nan. We have a few hours until day. No one's coming for us."

"They'll eat us for sure." Nancy told him coldly. She wanted him upset. She wanted him desperate like her. Desperate enough to *do* things in a cage. With her. She closed her eyes trying to crush the desire burning up from within.

Oz blinked. Sweat glistened on his forehead. He was definitely scared. His expression never changed but she knew. Oh she knew. It was all in his eyes. And she needed to break his cool to get her to go crazy with her.

They had been captured outside while they were setting charges. Giles had wanted to blow the Bronze. Nancy had volunteered. Oz had gone because he knew. He knew she was crazy sometimes. She smiled at him. "We're going to die."

Oz shuddered. His cool facade began to crack. Nancy pressed her advantage. "Devon can't even get near us for another tow hours. Plus we're in the bowels. A rescue mission's probably suicidal."

"What are you doing?" Oz whispered.

Nancy smiled an evil dark smile. "I'm trying to get you to feel something."

"I feel something." Oz breathed as a bead of sweat ran down his back.

"Fear is a great emotion Oz." *Shut up you evil bitch.* "It converts into another emotion so fast..." She trailed off.

Oz blinked.

"Can you feel it?" She started bouncing back and forth a little.

"Are you crazy? Nan..." Oz began.

"You never let people get close. This is not your chance. I don't want a relationship. The world's going to hell, Oz. We're about to die. Give up." Nancy moved closer and closer on each word until she was in his face. His breath hit her skin like fire. "Fuck me."

Oz's features fought ten emotions and a mix of fear and lust won out. Nancy slammed him up against the bars her lips bruising his. Oz's arms grabbed at her and she grabbed the bars around him, pinning him to the bars.

He grunted as he tore at her shirt. She let go of the bars and he pulled it over her head. His hands touched her flat stomach and felt her up with intensity. She clutched at his shirt and dragged it off. Her eyes lit up at his naked chest laced in light scars from two years of vampire hunting. She bent her head to one of his nipples as her hands sought the bars again to hold them up.

He threw his head back even as his hands started tugging at her jeans. With a guttural cry he got the button undone and shoved his hands into her pants. She felt the path his left hand traced over her panties as his right hand pulled the denim down. Grinning darkly she let go of the bars with one hand to return the favor.

Nancy pressed her hand over Oz's bulging jeans and roughly rubbed him. Oz groaned and a second later he was tearing at her panties, trying to get them off. She met his mouth for a burning kiss. He stalled as she took his breath away. Then she dropped her own panties and unzipped his jeans.

Oz tried to take control but Nancy pinned him against the bars again. She matched the growl that escaped him and she grabbed a hold of him and all but slammed him into her.

She pressed him into the bars. Oz cried out. He was definitely going to be bruised if he lived. Nancy finally let Oz grab a hold of her hips. They fought as she pulled away and he dragged her back. Sweating and moving they came together, screaming out each others name.

Falling, sliding down against the bars, they stayed together, waiting for the vampires to get hungry. And hoping they'd recover enough to be together again before the end.

The End.