Title: Blue Eyed Devil
Author:
Pattyanne
[email protected]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.
AN: Sorry about teasing you with
"The End"
last chapter. Spike made me do it!
Part
thirty-four...
Buffy barely made it through the day.
She drove
back to her house after seeing Spike off,
showered, then tried to repair the
damage crying had
caused in her appearance.
Breakfast held no appeal
for her, but she drank three
cups of coffee, over sweetening them nearly to
the point
of un-drinkability, for no other reason than it was how
Spike
liked it.
Her class, bless their little hearts, seemed once
again to
sense that she was unhappy and we're oddly well behaved
all day.
She appreciated it, but it only made her feel more
than ever that something
was out of place in her life.
Spike hadn't called.
She had watched
the clock closely, estimating just about
what time he would reach San
Francisco. Giving him an extra
hour to get settled at the hotel, she waited,
keeping a sharp
ear out for the ring of the office
phone.
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When
school was out, she drove home faster than she
should have, almost blowing
through a red light in her
distracted hurry.
There were no messages
on her answering machine, its
little red light holding steady no matter how
hard she stared
at it, or what sort of dire punishment she mentally
threatened
it with.
At six thirty, she made herself a sandwich and
flipped on the
television to watch the evening news.
Predictably, the
minute her mouth was full, the phone
rang.
She dove for it, painfully
swallowing food that she hadn't
finished
chewing.
"Hello?"
"Sandra? It's Todd."
Disappointment
stabbed her sharply in the heart.
"You have the wrong number," she
snapped, aware of how
rude she sounded, and slamming the phone back into its
cradle.
Less than thirty seconds later, it rang
again.
"Hello?"
"Sandra?"
This time, her disappointment was
tempered by irritation.
"No. There's no one here named
Sandra."
"Shit!" the caller muttered, hanging up without a word
of
apology.
She didn't even have a chance to sit down before the
next
call.
"Is Sandra there?"
Buffy sighed. The last thing she
needed was this idiot
tying up her line. "You just missed her, Todd. I'll
tell her
to call you."
Collapsing on the couch, she tried to
concentrate on
some news blurb telling her that a common household
item
might be slowly killing her, without revealing just
what the devil it was.
She might have been concerned,
but she knew her mother would fill her in on
the gruesome
details.
While she was mulling over the countless
possibilities,
the phone rang. Frustration drove her anger level sky
high
as she grabbed the phone.
"Are you brain damaged or something?" she
almost
screamed, wishing she had a whistle handy to puncture
'Todd's' ear
drums. "Sandra's not here!"
"Oh. Well, in that case, can I speak to
Buffy?" an
amused voice replied.
Her heart began beating double time.
"Spike?"
"Yeah. Who's Sandra?"
She gave him a brief run down of
the 'Todd and Sandra'
situation."
"So...other than that, how was your
day?"
"Don't ask. I take it you made it to San Francisco?"
"This
afternoon, yeah. I'd have called earlier but I wanted
to wait until you got
home so I could whisper dirty things
in your ear."
Remembering the
last phone conversation they'd had,
she grinned. "Should I go upstairs and
change into
something slutty?"
Devlin chuckled, a low sexy growl that
curled her toes.
"Maybe next time," he teased.
"How's the hotel.
Is it nice?"
"Oh, yeah. Got a suite on the top floor that's quite
posh.
"Sounds great."
"There's a huge bathroom, and its got one of
those
bathtubs that looks like a pool."
"Really?" Buffy murmured.
"Wow."
"Separate shower stall, too. Its got...six faucets!"
She
continued to make all the right responses as he
rhapsodized over the
luxurious accommodations.
"I can see almost the whole city from the
terrace. Hey!
There's a hot tub out there!"
Buffy was beginning to
tire of hearing what a sensational
time he was having without her, and
wondering why he
felt the need to go on and on about it. It was salt in
a
wound that hadn't even begun to heal.
"Did you know that there's a
whole section of this city
devoted to chocolate? It's bloody
marvelous!"
It figured that he'd find out about THAT five minutes
after
hitting town.
When he started describing the offerings on the
room
service menu, she decided that enough was enough.
"Spike...can't
we talk about something else?" she asked,
trying not to sound as irritated as
she felt. "Why do you
keep going on about the hotel. I mean, I'm glad it's
so
nice, but...."
"Because..." he interrupted, then
hesitated.
"Because what?"
"Because I'm trying to tempt you into
coming up here
for the
weekend."
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She
forgot her irritability in an adrenalin rush of
excitement.
"You..."
Obviously assuming that she was about to auto-
matically turn
him down, he rushed ahead of her.
"Buffy...please, honey. It wouldn't
take you long
to get here. You could leave after work
tomorrow."
"I...."
"I know I'd be busy in the evenings, but after
the
concert, I'm all yours. And during the day we'd
have some
time."
"If I...."
"It's really a beautiful city, luv. I want to
show it to
you."
"Spike!" Exasperated at her inability to get a word
in, she
raised her voice. "You don't have to talk me into it!"
There
was another long silence on the line.
"Are you sure this is Buffy?" he
finally asked in that
smart ass tone of voice she loved.
"Very
funny."
"So...does that mean you'll come?"
Would she ever!
She smiled. "Mind you...I wouldn't do this for
just
anybody."
"Just for me, right?"
"Yes. Just for
you."
"Because you love me."
"That's right."
He released a
deep breath. "God, I can't wait to see you,"
he whispered. "Kiss you, and
touch you."
Pushing away the worry that being with him for the
weekend
would only make it harder when he had to leave again, Buffy
took
on her practical, school teacher persona.
"Okay...if I pack a bag and
take it with me in the morning,
I can leave right after work. I just had my
car tuned up, so
all I need to do is stop for gas. How long do you
think..."
"Buffy..."
"What?"
"I wasn't suggesting that you
drive, sweetheart."
She braced herself, knowing what was
coming.
"It's only an hour flight."
Yep. She'd been
right.
"On a plane?" she asked softly.
"Well, yeah. Of course on a
plane. Unless you can
fly without one."
"Ha-ha."
"Is flying
another first for you, Miss Buffy? Baby, there's
nothing to be afraid
of."
"I'm not exactly...afraid."
Scared to death was a far more
accurate description.
"And please," she added, "don't quote the
statistics on how
much safer I am in an airplane than in a car."
"But
that's true."
"Maybe, but I've never fallen six thousand feet out of
my car."
She already knew she wasn't going to win this one.
Spike
had the perfect argument, and he used it.
"Baby...the sooner you
get here, the more time we'll have
together. All those hours you'll spend
driving are hours I
can be making love to you," he said, his voice
deepening.
Checkmate!
"Oh, all right," she gave in. "But that's an
unfair way to
get me to do what you want."
"As long as it works.
Listen, baby...I want to make this as
easy as I can for you. Can you leave
your car at the school
for the weekend?"
"I guess so."
"Right,
then. I'll have a service pick you up from there and
take you to the
airport."
"What about a ticket?" she asked faintly.
"I'll take
care of all that for you, luv," he replied in soothing
tones. "I'll call you
later this evening with the information."
"Okay." Her voice sounded weak
in her own ears, so she
cleared her throat and tried again.
"Okay!"
"Buffy?"
"I'm still here."
"I love you."
Her
taut nerves relaxed under the influence of his seductive
voice.
"I
love you, too."
"See you tomorrow night?"
Frightened or not, her
fanny was going to be on that plane!
"Yes. Tomorrow night."
She
hoped they served some sort of alcohol on the flight. She
had a feeling she
was going to be needing it.
TBC....
(I wasn't planning on
getting them together again this soon,
but I felt a need to after the finale)