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.


AN: Just want to thank you all for your
terrific feedback. It makes me almost
unbearably happy.






Part thirty-seven...


She couldn't have heard him properly. Either the
'happy pills' were still cluttering up her brain function,
or popping her pressure clogged ears on the plane
once too often had damaged her hearing.

"You...you have to go?" she asked. "You...I don't
get...what do you...huh? Where are you going?"

"It's almost eight o'clock, luv. Got to go and sing for
my supper or they'll start without me."

Something about that comment sounded awfully
familiar. It took her a moment to sort it out.

"Wait a second! You told me they CAN'T start
without you!"

At least he had the grace to look a little embarrassed.

"I did say that, didn't I?"

"Frequently."

He sighed. "Let's go round this mulberry bush later,
all right? And when I said that I have to go, I meant
that WE have to go."

Practical, honor-your-commitments-Buffy understood
and approved of his dedication. Sex-starved Buffy, on
the other hand, wasn't pleased at all, and sort of wished
he would call in sick.

"Don't you want to come and hear us?" he asked
cajolingly.

Well, of course she did. There was only ONE thing in
the world she wanted more. "I don't have a ticket."

That made him smile. "You don't need one," he said
taking both of her hands and kissing the backs of them.
"You can watch from backstage."

"Is that where ALL your groupies watch from?"

"Yes."

"WHAT??"

"You walked right into that one, Miss Buffy."


* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *


Sitting backstage at a rock and roll show wasn't
everything it was cracked up to be, Buffy decided.

The view was spectacular, there was no arguing that.
She'd seen the distance from the very back of the arena
to the stage and didn't understand how anyone could
possibly know what was going on. Once the music
started, however, she learned that the audio more
than made up for the visual.

Blue Eyed Devil sounded the best she'd heard them
so far. They were perfectly in sync with each other
and never struck a wrong chord. And, as always, they
seemed to be having a very good time.

After performing several of their lesser known works,
they began to play one of their first major hits. Buffy sat
on a stool, out of view of the audience, clapping her
hands over her ears when necessary to muffle the
crash of the drums.

Devlin was in his element. He sang to her, but gave
the impression that he was singing to everyone in the
audience.


"Works in the street, distant moon
In the heat as night descends;
Two searching loves cut their way into mine
Inviting me in.

Dancing so close
We already know how good it will be
We slip up from the unseen crowd
We find what we need.."


He moved close, almost to the very edge of the
stage, smiling at the starry eyed girls in the front
row.


"In the heart of the night
We run like bandits
Two hungry hearts
Under the gun

In the heart of the night
When we find each other
We're soon in love on the run
In the heart of the night
Heart of the night.."



She remembered this song. He had sung it for her
at one point during their last full night together.

And then afterwards....

The memory soon had her squirming on the stool.

Forcing her eyes forward, she watched Spike move
around the stage, his hands seemingly making love
to that damned guitar.


"The pulsating moon lays it's touch on the room
Your eyes reached to me
Two shadows fall, saying nothing at all
We know what we need.."


He was working up quite a sweat. The dark blue t-shirt
he wore was sticking to his back.

Buffy felt a corresponding moisture of her own starting
at her hairline. Absently, she brushed her hair back from
her face.

She could see the muscles in his arms flex as he
played, and her breathing deepened.


"In tender release, two prisoners are freed
from the darkness
One more escape, surviving the heartache
and madness..."


When he turned suddenly to look right at her, she
couldn't stop herself from licking her lips.

His eyes widened briefly, and his lips curved in that
wonderfully sexy smile that she absolutely loved.

With his back turned away from the crowd, he mouthed
the words, "I want you."

She felt herself blush from head to toe, which he
obviously saw since he grinned hugely, winking at her
before he turned back to the adoration of his audience.


"In the heart of the night
We run like bandits
Two hungry hearts
Under the gun

In the heart of the night
When we find each other
We're soon in love, on the run
In the heart of the night
Heart of the night...."


The song finished with a drum flourish that
nearly deafened her. She was so entranced by
Spike's performance that she didn't even notice
or hear the intermission announced.

But her heart skipped more than one beat when
she saw him set down his guitar and turned towards
her.

His hair was tousled, and he was really sweating
now, his shirt clinging to all the damp patches on his
torso.

He didn't say anything, just grabbed her hand and led
her back further offstage, down a small slight of steps
and through a door marked with the words, 'NO ENTRY'.

The room she found herself in was nicely furnished. There
were two long sofas against the wall, and a number of
chairs and low tables. Next to one sofa, there was a
large cooler filled with bottles of water, cans of soda
and beer.

Spike closed the door behind him and turned to look
at her. He was going to say something, but she didn't
give him the chance.

His performance had done something to her that she
hadn't experienced before. She'd felt desire, love, and need
of him many times in the past week, but this was something
much stronger, much more basic....

This was lust.

And she was in no mood to question it. Obeying the
demands of her body, she shut down the overlying
caution that her brain was always mired in and flung
herself forward, plowing into him so hard that it pushed
him back up against the door.

"Mmmph...Buffy! Sweetheart....you don't....why..oh,
God...."

Attacking his mouth with hers, she began tugging at
the hem of his shirt.

"Baby," he choked out. "You...you don't want this now.
I'm all sweaty and...."

"I don't care," she said, digging her nails into his damp
skin. "I do want you now, Spike. Right now."

She barely registered his hand fumbling at the door knob
and locking it. Her own hands were too busy pushing his
shirt up to be of any help.

"Honey....I smell terrible. Why don't you let me...."

"No," she said forcefully, injecting every scrap of
authority she could into her tone. "I'm not kidding, Spike.
I don't care if you're sweaty and I like the way you smell
right now." She got his shirt up and off, and she leaned
in close, pressing her lips over the place his heart was
pounding.

His head thumped back against the door. "Oh, god...Buffy.
Are....are you sure you want it like this?"

"I'm sure," she whispered against his neck. "Spike, please.
It feels like it's been so long since we...."

"It's been forever," he rasped. Placing his hands under her
arms, he reversed their positions, shoving her roughly up
against the door. His mouth came down on hers with a
bruising force, parting her lips. He slipped his tongue in past
the barrier of her teeth, moaning when she sucked on it.

Buffy only had a moment to be thankful that she was still
wearing a skirt, before his hands were on either side of her,
gathering the material and pulling it up around her waist.

His fingers were shaking as he gripped the elastic of her
panties...the black lace confection he'd raved about in the
limousine...and yanked them down around her knees. Shifting
her legs sent them the rest of the way down to the floor, and
she stepped out of them and kicked them halfway across the
room.

By this time, he had wrestled his belt off and had his jeans
unzipped. He grabbed her hand and pushed it into the opening
of his pants, gasping loudly when her fingers tightened around
his erect cock.

Spike pushed the sides of his pants down until they were
on the floor around his feet. He placed his hands on either
side of her waist and lifted her, bracing her against the door.

She was quite pleased that she didn't need to be told what
to do next. Hopping up, she laughed when he caught her
under her bare bottom and gave it a lusty squeeze.

He chuckled. 'You've got the prettiest little ass, baby. It's so
soft and warm."

Buffy wrapped her legs around his waist. "Spike...?"

"What, honey?"

"Don't tease me."

"I'm sorry, luv." He lifted her, then reached down and
positioned himself for penetration. "You ready?"

"God, yes....ah! Oh, Spike....yes."

He slid all the way in, so deeply that she was sure
he'd come out on the other side. Leaning against her, he
ground his pelvis into hers.

Buffy tightened her arms around his neck, burying her
fingers in his damp hair.

"Buffy....baby, that's good. You're so wet and tight. I
love fucking you." He quickly established a steady
rhythm, pumping hard and fast, then switching to slow
and deep.

Her hands moved down over his shoulders, stroking the
warm skin that was so slick beneath her fingers.

He gave her what she needed, a hard, pounding surge
of his flesh into hers, over and over again, tireless and
eager to satisfy her. The muscles of his neck and
shoulders were taut and corded, his expression tense
as he worked over her.

The sound of their bodies coming together and then
pulling apart was wildly arousing to her, driving her lust
for him to insane heights. Instinctively, she began
thrusting forward to meet his strokes, her thighs
pressing in strongly on either side of him.

Sobbing grunts came out of her with each strong
plunge, and she clutched at him fiercely, waiting for
that build up, that steady climb that he always took
her on.

At that moment, there was nothing existing in the
world for them but each other. All they wanted was
what they had, what they felt.

Harder and faster, deep and wild and totally relentless,
he rammed into her, groaning soft words of love and
raw sex.

"Baby....I love you....go it, honey....come on....that's
it....that's my girl...oh, fuck me...yeah...yeah...so
sweet....so fucking hot...I love...the way...your pussy
just...holds onto me....squeezes me....makes me come
so damn hard...you feel good, babe...wet and juicy...you
want it harder? Do you? Tell me...."

She tried to think, to speak, but it wasn't working for
her. All she could do was hold on tight...and feel.

"Buffy....kiss me," he begged, lifting his face and
searching for her mouth. "I want to be kissing you when
we come."

With one arm locked around his neck, she placed her
hand under his chin and guided him, covering his lips
with hers and plunging her tongue inside his mouth.

It was the last little bit of stimulation he needed. His
pace picked up even more and he slammed into her over
and over again, until, with one last wild cry, he exploded
inside of her.

Her own orgasm flowed through her, making her whimper
in her throat as she ground her mouth down on his and
tangled her fingers in his hair, gripping it tightly.

Panting, he slowly let her legs go until her feet touched
the floor. "It's always so good....it almost scares me,"
he moaned.

She didn't have to ask him what he meant. She knew.

"Are you all right?"

"I'm perfect."

"That you are, darlin....that, you are."


******************************


Back on her stool, Buffy was a little surprised to find
that her bottom was sore. She wondered if there was a
bruise.

She didn't care. She just wondered.

Blue Eyed Devil once again took the stage, and the
crowd reacted predictably.

Spike clipped on his guitar and stepped up to the
microphone. "San Franciso," he yelled. "You
bloody ROCK!!"

San Francisco agreed, and they let him know it.

"Got something new for you," he said. "Hasn't been
played anywhere...until tonight. You want to hear it?"

The audience screamed "yes" at the top of their
lungs.

He waited for the clamor to subside, then turned and
gave Buffy a sidelong glance. "This is for you," he
mouthed.


"It's hard for me to say the things
I want to say sometimes
There's no one here but you and me
and that broken old street light
Lock the doors
We'll leave the world outside
All I've got to give to you are these
five words when I....

Thank you for loving me
For being my eyes
When I couldn't see
For parting my lips
When I couldn't breathe
Thank you for loving me..."



It was the loveliest song she'd heard yet, and
knowing he'd written it for her made her heart swell
and her eyes fill with tears.


"I never knew I had a dream
Until that dream was you
When I look into your eyes,
the sky's a different blue
Cross my heart
I wear no disguise
If I tried, you'd make believe
That you believe my lies

Thank you for loving me
For being my eyes
When I couldn't see
For parting my lips
When I couldn't breathe
Thank you for loving me..."



The audience couldn't see her, but when he turned
to face her, they knew something was up. Everyone
in the place seemed to be holding their breath.


"You pick me up when I fall down
You ring the bell before they count me out
If I was drowning, you would part the sea
And risk your own life to rescue me

Lock the doors
We'll leave the world outside
All I've got to give to you
Are these five words when I...."



Unconsciously, she leaned forward on the stool,
wanting so badly to go to him that it almost hurt.


"Thank you for loving me
For being my eyes
When I couldn't see
For parting my lips
When I couldn't breathe
Thank you for loving me

When I couldn't fly
Oh, you gave me wings
You parted my lips
When I couldn't breathe
Thank you for loving me

Thank you for loving me...."



The applause for the song was literally thundering. It
went on for at least two full minutes.

Taking brief advantage of the situation, Devlin set down
his guitar and walked offstage into Buffy's outstretched
arms.

Laying his head on her shoulder, he whispered, "Did you
like it, sweetheart?"

"You know I did," she said, stroking his damp curls.

"About earlier," he began. "I'm sorry it was so quick."

She shook her head. "Don't be. It was perfect for the
moment."

He lifted his head and gave her a devilish grin. "Well, later
when we get back to the hotel? I'll definitely take my
time and see to you properly."



TBC.....

(Better?)

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