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-eight...
Parking Buffy once again in the small, private
room
where they'd had their earlier tryst, Devlin planted a
hard kiss on
her mouth and left to take a quick shower
in the executive suite set aside
for the band to use
during breaks in their performance.
The rest of
'Blue Eyed Devil' were making their
presence known at a backstage party, the
noise of
which she could hear clear on the other side of
the
building.
Spike had offered to take her there to wait, but
Buffy
had no desire to get involved in any kind of social
situation that
involved anyone but the two of them.
Still it was difficult to stay in
that room, remembering
what they had done there, and not turn a thousand
different shades of red.
She was thumbing through a two year old copy
of
Architectural Digest when he came back.
Smiling, she looked up and
the magazine hit the floor
with a loud 'thwack'.
"Ready to go,
love?"
Buffy felt herself staring like a star struck teenage girl.
Sexy was Spike Devlin's middle name, but he had some-
how managed to push
that particular bar to an all new level.
His damp hair was slicked back
neatly, his skin freshly
washed of the perspiration he had worked up
performing.
As he always did directly after coming offstage, he
still
retained a lot of the kinetic energy and driving force that
came to
him so effortlessly in front of an audience. In
fact, he was practically
humming with it.
He stood before her now in a clean pair of black
denim
trousers, a black button down shirt...half unbuttoned...the
scuffed
and well worn boots that he was so attached to,
and an ankle length coat
fashioned of soft, black leather.
Although his entire appearance radiated
a sexual aura
that could cut through the fog over San Francisco Bay,
it
was the coat that was really doing things to Buffy's
central nervous system.
If there'd ever been an article of clothing more made for
a certain
person to wear, more perfectly suited for just
him, she couldn't begin to
imagine what it could be.
"What are you staring at?" he asked, amusement
laced
through his voice.
Once upon a time, that question would have
made her
blush and stammer. Being caught blatantly gaping at a
man wasn't
something she was accustomed to.
However, that was the 'old' Buffy, the
virginal, 'prim and
proper' Miss Summers. The one who HADN'T been
romanced right off her feet by a rock singing sex god
who touched every
part of her in a different way; body,
heart, and soul.
The 'new'
Buffy, no longer a virgin in any sense of the
word, was beginning to take
over the wheel for a bit.
"Was I staring?" she asked, widening her eyes.
"I
didn't mean to. It's just that...I was sitting waiting here
for my
boyfriend to come back. You may have passed
him in the corridor...about your
height, holes in the knees
of his jeans, sweaty t-shirt with a soccer team
logo half
scratched off?"
Devlin's grin widened. "That git? Yeah, I
saw him. What's
he doing leaving a juicy little thing like you all on her
own
here, the stupid prat."
"That's a very good question," Buffy said,
sighing deeply.
"He lured me to San Francisco, made me all sorts of
seductive promises to get me here, and it's been nothing
but ho-hum ever
since. Well," she added, "except for
intermission. That was...very
nice."
"Very nice?" Devlin arched his brow. "That the best that
tosser
can do for you? Very nice?"
"He's usually....what? What's a
tosser?"
Devlin walked toward her in measured paces. "A tosser is
what
your boyfriend is going to be tonight. Because YOU
are coming with
ME."
"And just why would I do something like that,
handsome
stranger?"
"Because I can do much better for you than 'very
nice'." He
reached for her hand and lifted it to his lips. "I can show
you
this town in style. Treat you like the princess you are."
Buffy's heart
sped up as he pressed a heated kiss to
the palm of her hand, without once
breaking eye contact.
"That...that sounds like fun," she managed to
say.
Devlin took her other hand and gave it the same treat-
ment. "It
will
be."
**************************************************
Still
hanging onto his hand, Buffy followed Spike through
the twist and turns of
the hallways and out through a rear
exit door, cleverly avoiding the crowd
clamoring for his
attention.
Parked at the curb was a low slung,
hideously expen-
sive looking sports car, the kind manufactured in
Italy.
Much to Buffy's surprise, Devlin produced a key and
unlocked it.
After making sure her seat belt was fastened,
he came around the front and
climbed into the passenger
seat.
Buffy was marveling over the plush
interior and the
dashboard that looked like something you'd see
launching
space shuttles at Cape Kennedy.
"This is a really nice
car."
Devlin started the engine and grinned at her. "Well, it's
cold
outside at night. I couldn't drag you all over San
Francisco on the back of
my motorcycle," he said, pulling
out into traffic.
"And you bought a
car just for me? That's sweet."
"No, I borrowed a car just for
you."
"Who from?"
"I'm not sure. Our manager arranged
it."
Settling back into plush leather, Buffy ran her fingers
over the
walnut paneled dash. "I'm sure having my share
of 'first times' with
you."
"Yeah?"
"First time on an airplane. First time in
a....a..."
"Maserati," he supplied helpfully.
"Thank you. First
trip to San Francisco. First time
backstage at a rock concert. First time
riding on a
motorcycle.."
"Aren't you forgetting something?" He gave
her a
sidelong look. "Your biggest 'first time' with me?"
Against her
will, her cheeks turned pink. "So how
much do cars like this go for?" she
asked, neatly
changing the subject.
"Close to a quarter of a
million."
Buffy's jaw sagged. She'd been thinking maybe sixty
or
seventy thousand, tops.
"A quarter of a million
dollars?"
"That's right."
"And....and someone just let you take
it?"
"I'm very responsible."
Yes, he WAS a good driver. She
remembered that from
the time he drove her car. He was actually a better
driver
than she was, since she tended to creep over the speed
limit and
never missed an opportunity to hit a speed bump
or pothole while going too
fast.
"Be careful," she mumbled under her breath when another
car got
a little too close.
"Don't worry, love. This isn't a 'you break it-you
buy it' sort
of deal. It's heavily insured."
"Still....be
careful."
**************************************************
He
took her to the Beach Chalet Restaurant in Golden
Gate Park for a late
dinner. The crowd was light and they
were given a table with a spectacular
view of the bay and
the ocean.
Sitting close together in a booth, he
hand fed her Butter-
milk Fried Calamari, and chunks of warm sourdough
bread
spread with a sweet butter. For the main course, he ordered
a
grilled New York Steak with a red wine sauce and the
most enormous baked
potato Buffy had ever seen.
She opted for the Dungeness Crab Stuffed
Rainbow Trout,
served in white wine butter sauce on a bed of wild rice.
They
shared bites of each others dinners as Spike kept her
amused by
telling her stories about Andy and Xander's
constant bickering on the trip
north.
Dessert consisted of a house specialty...The Beach
Chalet
Chocolate Sandcastle...an intense chocolate torte, with
chocolate
shortbread cookies, peanuts, and warm chocolate
and caramel sauces, cut into
shapes and assembled into a
replica of a sandcastle.
After dinner, he
gave her a quick tour of the city, promising
to take her out for a longer one
the following afternoon before
the concert. He drove her back and forth
across the Golden
Gate Bridge, showed her the view of the Coit Tower
from
Washington Square, and pointed out Alcatraz Island. They
drove
slowly through Chinatown and passed by Ghiradelli
Square, where the air was
heavily scented with the aroma
of warm chocolate.
When he noticed
that she was starting to look sleepy,
he turned the car around and headed for
the
hotel.
**************************************************
"Are
you tired, love? Want to go to sleep?"
Buffy leaned against him, watching
the floor numbers
flash. "I can sleep at home," she said. "How often do
I
get a chance to be with you in a luxury hotel suite in
San
Francisco?"
He slipped his arm around her shoulders and pulled
her
closer. "We'll come back sometime, I promise. Spend
a lot of time and really
do it up right. That sound good?"
It sounded like the promise of a
future. It sounded very
good to her.
Dropping her handbag on the sofa,
she toed her shoes
off. "Hey, how come you got this suite all to yourself?"
she
asked. "Are you that big a star already?"
He chuckled, emptying
his pockets out onto the bar. "Not
hardly. Two suites came with the deal. I
got this one and
the guys are sharing the other."
"Why? No, don't tell
me...because it's your band."
"Smart-arse," he said softly. "No, it's
because I dropped
several cast iron hints about wanting to be alone in
this
one with you."
"And they just went along with that
idea?"
"Yeah, of course they did. It's..."
"...my band," they
finished in unison.
"All right, saucy," Devlin laughed. "You want to go
bed, or should we enjoy the amenities first?"
"Is that a new name for
it?" she asked.
"Oh, you are really in top form tonight, Miss
Buffy."
**************************************************
"This
feels nice."
"Glad you like it, love."
"It's so relaxing. They
have them at my gym, but
I've never used them. I don't....what was
that?"
"Doorbell."
"Hotel rooms have doorbells?"
Spike
climbed out of the hot tub and wrapped a towel
around his lean hips. "This
one does."
"So who's at the door at this time of night?" Buffy
asked,
slipping down further into the roiling waters of the spa.
"Room
service, I expect." He smiled and winked. "I
called down for a bottle of
champagne while you were
in the bathroom."
Just when she thought it
couldn't possibly get any more
romantic.
**************************************************
Not
only did he pour champagne, but he brought out
a box of chocolate covered
cherries he'd purchased
on his first swing through town that
afternoon.
She was instantly rocketed back to their first date,
when
she'd asked him what he wanted from her and
he'd made that breath stealing
speech about waking
up with her hair spread across his pillow and
holding
her on his lap to feed her chocolate covered cherries.
The
heat from the spa softened the candies, making
their hands and lips sticky.
He diligently licked every
trace of the dark chocolate smears from her
fingers,
and kissed them from her mouth.
Sitting on the small built in
seat, he arranged her so
that she was straddling his lap, facing him, then
tilted
his champagne glass and let the sparkling wine trickle
over her
parted lips. Drops of it ran down her chin and
splashed her throat, pooling
in the shallow hollow at its
base.
She could feel him beneath her,
his hardness nudging
insistently against her softness. Placing her own
glass
on the side of the tub, she tangled her fingers in his hair,
panting
as his mouth moved lower to lap the champagne
droplets from her breasts.
"Drink some," he whispered. Bringing his wine glass up
and touching
the rim to her lower lip, he bent his head
and pressed his lips against her
throat to feel the ripples
as she swallowed.
A gentle touch beneath
her chin tilted her head back,
and his mouth captured hers. He drank the wine
from
her lips, then dipped his finger in the glass and painted
them
again, trailing a lazy path just along their inner
surface, following it with
the tip of his tongue.
Her eyes drifted shut, her lips moist and parted,
and
just a little swollen from hard kisses, her breathing
deliciously
ragged.
She abandoned herself to him, letting him move her
to and
fro, anywhere he chose, like a rag doll marionette.
When his hands moved
down to lift and caress her
breasts, she heard a softly murmured plea escape
her
throat, whispering his name.
His quiet laughter tickled her
sensitive skin. "Shall I take
you to bed, darling?"
"Yes. Take me to
bed, Spike. Take me....."
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