Title: Blue
Eyed Devil
Author: Pattyanne
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Disclaimer: None of the
BtVS
characters belong to me.
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Rating: Up
to NC-17
Summary: AU. Spike Devlin is the
lead singer for the band 'Blue
Eyed
Devil'. Buffy Summers is the local
preschool teacher he falls in love
with
shortly before leaving for a
nationwide
tour.
Part
Forty-six:
Relief fought with shock for dominance as her
primary
emotion, with a slight tinge of anger coming up on
the inside
track. Buffy's jaw sagged at the same time
her eyes
narrowed.
"What?" she yelped, jumping to her feet as she
decided
to let that slight infusion of anger carry her along for
the
moment. "Spike....William Christopher....you....is that
supposed to be
funny?!"
"My proposal?" He looked at the box balancing on
his
palm and smiled at her broadly. "Wasn't supposed to
be, no. Why, do you feel
like laughing?"
It was a dangerous question, since she hardly
looked
amused.
"No! No, I don't!" she announced loudly. Turning,
she
grabbed one of the throw pillows from the sofa and flung it
directly
at his head. "You scared the life out of me...letting
me think you....you
were going to....OH!"
Spike ducked the first cushion, then moved
quickly out
of range when he saw her looking for more ammunition.
Rather
than apologize, he chuckled, which only infuriated
her more. "Buffy....come
on, love....can't you take a joke?"
Another cushion came flying
straight at him, whomping
him right in the face, but he still managed to keep
grinning
at her.
"I can take a joke." She picked up the TV guide
and lobbed
it at him. "If that had been funny, I'd be laughing right
about
now!"
Lifting one arm, Spike deflected the magazine and
ducked
behind the armchair. "Well...all that aside, luv...you gonna
marry
me?"
Panting, her chest heaving, she glared at him. "I
wouldn't
marry you if....."
"Wait, wait, I know," he cut her off,
still laughing like a
hyena. "If I was the last fellow on
earth?"
".....my life depended on it!" she finished, picking up a
glass candy dish and hefting its weight in her hand.
His smile
finally dropped away. "You throw THAT at me
and it just might," he warned
her.
"I'll take my chances." The undercurrent of arousal that
was
always laced through their encounters was growing
stronger inside her by the
instant. Although she was
fairly certain at this point that she would be
accepting his
proposal, she surely wasn't about to let him win this
round
easily. "If you think I'm going to.....wait!.....no,
Spike!...."
Her final word ended on a squeal that slid up the scale
as
he lowered his head and dove straight at her. Before she even
knew it
had happened, he had the candy dish out of her hand
and dropped harmlessly on
the sofa. He then bent over and
scooped her up, dropping her over his
shoulder and heading for
the stairs.
"Say you'll marry me!" he
demanded, stomping upstairs, letting
his feet hit each riser a bit on the
hard side which elicited soft
"oomphs' from her parted
lips.
"Don't....don't hold.....your breath," she managed to say,
keeping the giddy laughter at bay.
"Wrong answer, love." His hand
landed on her bottom, a
gentle spank that ended with a playful pinch. "I'll
give you
another chance."
Buffy's heart pounded with mad
excitement. "Forget it!"
This time the spank was a little harder.
"Hey!"
"I can keep this up all night," he said, rubbing her
bottom and crossing the threshold into the bedroom. "Among
other
things."
"You're pushing it, Spike," she informed him, then
squealed
once again when he dumped her on the bed.
He just gave
her another one of his cocky smiles and winked
at her. "Come on, love," he
said, holding up the jewelers
box and slowly opening the lid. "Look what I've
got for you. Just
say the magic words and this beautiful two and one
quarter
carat heart shaped diamond ring will be on your finger where
it
belongs...."
Buffy stared at the ring in question, nestled in it's
bed of
black satin box. "Oh, my gosh..." Her voice was a whisper.
"Oh,
Spike..."
He looked immensely pleased with himself. "You like
it,
baby?"
She couldn't come up with a word strong enough to
signify
just how very much she liked this ring. Her lower lip quivered
and
her eyes misted a little.
Spike instantly snapped the box closed.
"You cry and you
can't have it," he warned her.
He was most
certainly teasing, which she knew, but she was
willing to play along. "I
won't cry," she promised, holding
out her left hand and wiggling her
fingers.
The bed shifted as he placed one knee on it. Removing
the
ring from it's box, he took her hand. "This is an official
accept-
ance then?"
Care and caution could go to hell and never
come back
as far she was concerned. If his absence had taught
her one
thing, it was the plain fact that ANY life with him,
no matter the limits,
was better than a perfect life without
him. "Yes," she
nodded.
"You can't take it back you know. Once the ring goes
on,
you're stuck with me."
"I know."
The gold band hovered at
the tip of her left ring finger, its
gem winking in the
lamplight.
"Last chance to back out," he said quietly.
The
serious turn of his voice caught her attention, and she
turned her gaze from
the mesmerizing ring to look up at
him. "Why would I want to do
that?"
He shrugged. "We haven't known each other very
long."
This was new. Normally she was the hesitant half of
their
whole, and Spike the one who jumped head first
without looking to
see if there was water in the pool.
Her heart thudded in her chest.
"That doesn't matter," she
heard herself say. "I love you...and I know what I
want."
Taking a deep breath and releasing it, he lowered
himself
to the mattress beside her. "I'll be gone for a long
time."
It was the last thing in the world she wanted a reminder
of,
but she pushed the gloomy thought to one side. "I know. I'll
be all
right."
Their normal dichotomy seemed to have shifted, as
though
their contradictory qualities and personalities had
swapped
places.
Now, HE was warning HER to be sure and look
before she
leapt.
It was too late, though. She was already
teetering on the
edge and ready to jump.
"Look," she said briskly.
"if you're trying to wriggle out of
this on a technicality then you're
wasting your time. You
already asked and I accepted, so quit trying to talk
me out
of it."
"I wasn't trying to....."
She placed her
right hand over his mouth. "Does the phrase
'breach of promise' mean anything
to you?"
He nodded, his eyes crinkling at the corners as she felt
him smile beneath her hand.
"Good," she added, smiling back at
him. "Can I have my ring
now?"
Spike took her right hand away from
his mouth and raised
her left, finally securing the ring in its proper place.
"Well,
Miss Buffy......looks like we're engaged."
Hypnotized by
the sparkle and brilliance of the stone, Buffy
tilted her hand to catch the
light in it. "So it would seem."
Suddenly tumbling her backwards onto
the bed, he pinned
her with his own body and caught her wrists. "Now...let's
talk
about where you were earlier this evening."
She made a face.
"Oh, do we have to?"
Hot gentian eyes glittered in the low light.
"Tell me."
Since there was no way out of it...and since she
wanted
to move on to a proper reunion...Buffy sighed and
capitulated.
"What do you want to know?"
"I want to know why my girlfriend
appeared to be
out on a date with another man."
"It wasn't a
date," she protested.
One eyebrow arched. "You were out with him...in
a
public place....having a meal....."
"No," she put in quickly,
"having coffee."
Lying beside her, he propped his head on one hand.
"Let's
not shuffle semantics. You were out with him."
"Well....I
was. Yes. But I had a good reason for it."
Spike's lower lip curved
in a smile. "I'm waiting to hear it."
As quickly and concisely as she
could, Buffy presented her
explanation. Spike listened, inserting an
occasional ques-
tion or remark.
Upon the conclusion of her
story, she shut her mouth and
waited for his response.
He gave the
appearance of man thinking something over
with grave care, but as he was
shifting on the bed in order
to move on top of her, she was content to wait
it out.
"So...it's done with him?" he asked, leaning down to
kiss
her throat.
"Mm-hmm....all done." Buffy's head tilted back,
offering him
more access.
"Good." He took a taste of her skin.
"Now...it's time for
some payback."
She could hardly
wait!
***************************************
Spike
kissed her mouth, muffling the soft moan that
rose inside of her when she
felt one of his hands caress
her breast through her blouse.
Coaxing
her tongue into his mouth, he sucked on it
gently, tugging at her nipple
with the same rhythmic
pull.
Her pleasure level was rising fast,
making her arch her
back.
Spike drew back, then kissed his way
down her neck,
nuzzling the soft skin over her collar bone.
"Buffy...I've
missed you so much," he
murmured.
"S-Spike....."
"Shhh." His hand came up and
worked open the buttons
of her blouse. "Mmm.....nice," he added upon spying
the
frilly little nothings of her underwear. "You are so damn
sexy."
His voice was husky, unbearably arousing. She smiled
up
into his eyes. "You, too."
Spike made quick work of unhooking
her bra, then bent
his head again, licking each hard nipple. "You feel how
hard I am?" he whispered, grinding his pelvis against
her. "You do that
to me."
He kissed and licked his way down her body, tugging
her
skirt off. His tongue darted into her navel, tickling her
until she was
twisting to get away from the teasing torture.
"Hold still, Miss
Buffy," he breathed hotly against her
skin while he pulled her panties down
and off. His hand
slipped up between her thighs and he slipped one
finger
up inside of her.
She was shocked to realize that the mere
touch of that
one finger had her close to climax. Her internal
muscles
tightened around it without her control, the rest of her
body
remaining rigidly still.
"That's my girl." Giving her navel one last
kiss, he pro-
ceeded on down, nuzzling the warm skin over her flat
abdomen.
Something about that particular touch set off bells
inside
of her. Her fingers playing with his silky hair, she sighed
and
closed her eyes. "Spike...?"
"Hmm?" he replied, the sound muffled
against her flesh.
"I want children, you know?"
That made
him raise his head and look at her. "Good, cuz
I plan on giving you
several."
Buffy opened her eyes and met his intent gaze.
"Really?"
He grinned. "Yeah, really. Lots of beautiful
babies."
Lots of them? "How many is lots of them?"
Spike
shrugged. "How about three...with an option on a
fourth?"
That
sounded reasonable to her. "Perfect."
He nodded and went back to his
task. Kissing and nibbling
her hipbones, he seemed to want to taste her
everywhere
as his finger began to slide smoothly in and out.
A
small orgasm hit her with no warning, making her gasp
loudly and lift her
hips. Her head thrashed on the pillow
as he helped her through it by rubbing
her clit with his thumb.
The moment she relaxed, he shoved himself up
and off
the bed, undressing quickly.
Buffy lay on the bed,
watching him, panting for air and
holding out her arms. He fell into her
embrace and buried
his face against the side of her neck.
"I want
inside you," he rasped in her ear, wedging her
thighs further apart with his
knee.
She wanted that just as badly. "Yes....Spike..."
Reaching
down, she touched him. When her fingers wrapped around
his
erection, he sucked in air.
Grasping both her wrists, he pinned them
to the bed over
her head, settled himself more fully on top of her, and
began
pushing in, stretching her, using their combined moisture to
ease
his way in.
Buffy looked up at him, seeing his features taut with
fierce concentration, his eyes almost black with heat
and
lust.
His mouth came down on hers, his tongue thrusting
deeply, as he buried himself completely.
She knew almost
immediately that this wasn't going to
be a slow, lingering experience. They'd
been apart
just long enough to insure that their first time back
together
would be a hard, fast, and wildly exciting
ride.
Once he began to
thrust steadily, there was no stopping
him. His pace never slowed, his rhythm
never faltered. It
was a steady pounding, designed to bring them both
the
maximum amount of pleasure as quickly as possible.
His hips
grinding against hers with each impaling thrust,
he made sure that she felt
the friction on her clit, giving
her what she needed to take her over the
edge.
No sooner was she through one climax than he had her
heading
for another one. This time, he rolled them both
over until she was on top.
"Get up on your knees," he
ordered.
She did as he asked, placing
her hands on his chest. "This
way?"
"Yeah." He held his shaft in
one hand, repositioning himself
at her entrance. "Now take it
in."
Her smile teased him. "Kind of bossy, aren't you?"
He
grabbed her hips. "Sit on it, Buffy."
She laughed, letting him pull
her down until he was
back inside of her, tightly clasped by her
body.
"More," he grunted, his jaw clenched. Grabbing her
backside,
he pushed up when she came down. It was
a tight fit.
Her nails dug
into his chest, leaving marks on his skin.
Steadily pumping in and
out, he raised his head from the
pillow and latched on to one tightly peaked
nipple,
sucking it until she felt a stinging ache that he soothed
with
his tongue.
Upon finishing with one breast, he moved his face to the
other,
licking her with long strokes of his tongue, then flicking the
nipple rapidly.
Buffy moaned, pushing herself more fully forward,
urging
him to open his mouth, then pushing her breast inside to be
sucked. She felt every pull of his mouth all the way down to
her
core.
He released her from his mouth, panting for oxygen.
"Come
on, baby," he grunted harshly. "Come for me. I want to feel
you
come...I want to watch it...do it for me....that's it....good
girl..make
it
tighter...unh....yeah....tighter....harder....."
Those softly
muttered words did the trick. She let herself go
completely, barely noticing
that he was once again turning
her over. Her climax was still fluttering
through her when he
got up on his knees and hauled her
down.
Draping her legs over his shoulders, he pounded into her
hard
and fast, seeking his own release, straining for that powerful
rush
of sensation.
To her own everlasting shock, Buffy climaxed again with
intoxicating speed. This time, he came along with her,
ejaculating thick
spurts of semen inside her, roaring with
his own pleasure which was magnified
by
hers.
*************************************
"Oh...my....god...."
Lying
next to her, he chuckled. "You're welcome."
"Three
times!"
"You're a wonder to behold, baby. An absolute
wonder."
He sounded sleepy, so she reached over and turned off
the bedside lamp, then snuggled down next to him. His arm
curved around
her, keeping her close.
"Still gonna marry me?" he asked
softly.
"Mm-hmm. Still....."
"Good. Sleep
now."
Unwilling to sleep their precious time away, in the end,
she
couldn't control it and gave
in.
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