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
thirty-three
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The
morning after their explosive telephone sex, Buffy
reluctantly went to work
having gotten almost no sleep.
It wasn't just because she was still
aroused after their
brief encounter, but also because her sleep patterns
had
been permanently altered.
In a very short time, she'd become
accustomed to Spike
sleeping beside her and her body was rejecting his
absence
by refusing to settle down, find a comfortable spot, and drift
off.
When she'd finally managed to fall asleep, her
unconscious
mind had kicked in its two cents worth, keeping her
slumber
light and restless. She was so disoriented when the alarm
went off
that she wasn't at all certain whether he'd really
called, or that she'd
just wanted him to so badly she'd
imagined it.
She drifted through
the day on autopilot, looking at the
clock every five minutes.
After
settling her students down for their quiet time, she
sat down at her desk and
mentally checked out for the
duration.
******************************
In the beginning,
she'd counted the time they had left
in days. Now, it was down to hours, and
soon it would be
minutes.
Buffy missed Spike intensely. Being apart
from him was
making her very unhappy, and if it was THIS bad now...when
he
was only a couple of hours away...she couldn't even begin
to imagine how it
would be once he stepped onto that bus.
It was all well and good to be
brave and say that she would
be alright...would adjust...would keep
busy...the time would
pass quickly...but honestly believing it was another
thing
entirely.
They're weren't enough things in the world she could
do to
fill in all the empty time she was looking ahead to...time
that
she'd never considered empty before Spike Devlin came along
and
changed her life.
******************************
"Buffy?"
Willow tapped her lightly on the shoulder, startling her out of
her
light doze.
"Phone call."
Shaking her head to clear it a little,
Buffy mumbled a soft
thanks.
"Hello?"
"Hi,
gorgeous."
She smiled as she sank down into Willow's desk chair.
"Where
are you?" she asked, keeping her fingers crossed, hoping to
hear
that he was on his way back to Sunnydale.
"Stand up and look out the
window."
Buffy peeked through the blinds and saw him standing next
to
his car, cell phone in hand.
Her weariness instantly disappeared. She
dropped the
phone into its cradle and almost ran out the door and
into
his arms.
He caught her, wrapping her in the warmth and security
of
his embrace, lifting her right off her feet.
"Hi, there," she said
happily, kissing him long and hard.
"Have I ever told you I love the way
you say 'hello'? "
With her arms locked around his neck, she kissed
him
again with all the bottled up fervor she possessed.
"I guess this
means you missed me."
"That's what it means."
"Love
you."
"Love you, too."
She kissed him again, and by the time she
pulled away
there was a crowd of children gathered around them, jumping
up
and down and giggling like miniature fiends.
Devlin shrugged as he set
Buffy back on her feet. "Good
thing I brought my
guitar."
******************************
After an impromptu
little concert for the students and
faculty of Willow Tree Preschool, Spike
stayed and helped
Buffy straighten up her class room.
He followed her
back to her house, where they locked
all the doors and took the phone off the
hook.
"Did you miss me?" he asked, urging her towards
the
stairs.
"Not really."
"Liar."
She turned and ran up
to her bedroom. Devlin stayed right
on her heels until he got to the doorway,
where he stopped
and stared as Buffy turned to face him, lifting her dress
off
over her head and tossing it aside. Her shoes were kicked
across the
room, and then she was standing before him clad in
a peachy pink froth of
lace and satin underwear.
"Are you coming in?"
Realizing that he
was standing in the doorway with a stupid
look on his face and his tongue
hanging out, he forced his feet
to move towards her.
Buffy waited
until he was close, then turned and directed him to
sit on the side of the
bed.
He reached for her, wanting to touch and taste every part
of her,
wanting to gorge himself on her in an attempt to ward off
some of the pain of
leaving her.
With his hands on her waist, he bent his head and
kissed
the soft skin of her stomach, intending to pull her down on
the
bed.
But Buffy had something else in mind. "Lie down" she
said,
pushing against his chest.
With a groan of protest, he obeyed. She leaned
over and
worked his belt buckle open, sliding it out through the loops
and
dropping it on the floor. The snap of his jeans popped open under
her
investigating fingers, then his zipper slid smoothly down.
He lifted his
hips when she asked him to, allowing her to remove
his pants. They also were
dropped to the floor, and he slid back
on the bed, yanking his shoes and
socks off.
Kneeling beside him, she lowered her head to kiss him. He
parted
his lips, waiting, then nearly died of shock when he felt her
lean
down over his lap and take his straining erection into her
mouth.
"Buffy!" he gasped, his back arching almost
painfully.
"Hmmm?" Her voice hummed, vibrating against his
sensitive
flesh, making the pleasure even stronger.
He shuddered, one
hand on her back, sliding it up and down
her warm skin. His eyes nearly
crossed as he stared up at the
ceiling.
Up and down her mouth slid,
sucking hard on the upstroke. Her
little fingers came into play, gripping him
firmly by the base of his
shaft as she moved her head from side to
side.
Devlin was short on control. He'd missed her too much, and
her
sweet little mouth felt too damn good. With every squeeze
of her fingers,
every flick of her tongue over the head of his en-
gorged penis, his need
became stronger.
Burying his fingers in her hair, he tried to push her
off.
Buffy looked up at him, her eyes questioning his
intent.
"Not like this," he whispered hoarsely. "Inside you."
She
stood up and shimmied out of her underpants, then
knelt over him.
"Wait," he begged, his eyes dark with desire. "I...I haven't
done
anything for you. Let me get you wet."
Smiling, she shook her head. "I am
wet," she said,
taking his erection into her hand and rubbing it against
her
crotch. "See?"
Without waiting for him to reply, she sank down on
him
until he was completely inside her.
Spike put his hands on her
hips to help her get started. When
she had found the right rhythm, he moved
his hands up and
around, unfastening her bra and tossing it to one
side.
"Oh...that's good," he murmured, arching his hips. "Ride
me,
hard."
Fascinated, he watched her breasts bounce with his
movements,
and he had to feel them. His hands slid up her sides,
filling
themselves with her soft flesh.
She moaned, and he squeezed
harder, almost wanting to leave
marks on her skin, bruises that would
establish his claim on this
woman.
Buffy felt slick and full, bursts
of pleasure rippling through her
body as she maintained her slow and steady
pace.
But she was unaccustomed to such activity and didn't
know how
long she could keep at it.
Devlin sensed that she was beginning to tire.
He slipped his
hands up her back and pulled her down, then rolled them
over until he was on top and began to thrust hard and fast,
driving her
to a nerve shattering orgasm.
Her body clamped down, making him come,
squeezing the
bursts of sticky fluid out of him.
With his control
gone, he surrendered...hammering into her
until he made her grunt. The
pleasure continued to build and
swell, until he was afraid he was going to
pass out.
Only then did he force his body to be still, to stretch out
on
top of his lover and lay his head on her breast.
"I'm sorry," he
whispered, still panting. "That was...too fast.
I...I should
have...waited...done more....for you...."
"Stop that," she said, stroking
the back of his neck. "I
couldn't wait either. And we have all
night."
Those words, whispered in her sultry sounding voice,
brought
him back to instant life.
"This time," he said, beginning to stroke in
and out
slowly, "I'll make it last a long...long...time."
Which was
fine with Buffy.
******************************
He called
her at school on Wednesday, asking her if she could
wait for him and follow
him in her car while he turned in the
rented Mustang.
After leaving
the car rental place, he took her out for dinner
and then drove back to her
house.
They spent most of the evening making love. In her bed, in the
shower, and...for old time's sake...on her kitchen counter.
Before
settling down to sleep, she made herself ask him when
he needed to leave.
"The bus is pulling out early," he said. "Around
5:30."
"So...should I set the alarm for 5:00?"
They exchanged a
long, meaningful look before he instructed her
to set it for
4:30.
******************************
It was still dark when
they left the house.
The neighborhood had a strangely silent air to it,
a deserted
feeling, almost as though everyone living there had
inexplicably
disappeared during the night.
They walked to her car
without speaking, Buffy's boot heels
clacking on the pavement, disturbing the
odd peace and quiet.
Next door, the neighbor's dog began to bark. The
sound
barely registered in her ears as she unlocked her car
door.
Settling herself in the driver's seat, she inserted the key. A
brief hope flared in her heart; perhaps the car wouldn't start,
buying
them just a little more time.
She squashed that notion instantly. Even if
it happened, it
wouldn't delay things nearly long enough. A few more
minutes
wasn't going to make it hurt any less.
The point became moot
when the car started right up.
They didn't speak much on the way to Union
Jack's. When she
pulled into the parking lot, Buffy saw lights on inside the
club. The
rear entry door was propped open.
Clutching the steering
wheel in a death grip, she watched as
people wandered in and out. Two men
she'd never seen before
came out and climbed into the biggest bus she'd ever
seen, followed
shortly after by the remaining members of 'Blue Eyed
Devil'.
**It really is a hotel on wheels.**
Taking a deep breath,
she turned to look at Spike. "You'd better
go before they start without
you."
He smiled at the familiar words and responded properly.
"They
can't start without me. It's my band."
Buffy couldn't find it in
her to laugh, but she managed to
produce a tiny smile.
Devlin wasn't
fooled. He felt as badly as she did, but there
was little he could do about
it. "I'll call you tonight," he said
lamely.
"San Francisco, right?"
She stared out the window.
"Yeah. We'll be there by 3:00. Get settled in
at the hotel
and check out the arena."
Buffy nodded, swallowing hard
past the ache in her
throat. "I'll talk to you tonight then."
Placing
his hand on her chin, he turned her to face him.
"Don't cry, darling," he
whispered. "I'll be back."
She smiled as best she could. "And I'll be
waiting."
He pulled her into a desperate embrace, covering her
trembling lips with his and projecting every bit of his love
for her into
his kiss.
The bus driver started the machine's powerful
engine.
There was no more time left.
Making himself let go, he
whispered, "I love you," and
opened the car door.
Buffy opened her
door as well, standing and holding on to
the roof to steady her shaky
knees.
With a wave, Spike walked away, his heels crunching into
the
gravel. The door of the bus swung open with a hiss.
He grabbed the rail
and set his foot on the bottom step,
then turned to look back at Buffy with a
lopsided grin. "Don't
you forget me."
She smiled back. "Never," she
said, watching the doors
swallow him up.
After the bus pulled away and
disappeared into the murky
gray of approaching dawn, Buffy sank down into the
seat of
her car with her heart thudding painfully in her chest.
Now,
she could let it go...could give in to it...let it wash
over her...let it
drown her.
There was no more need for false courage, because
there
was no one around to see.
Now....she could cry.
The
End