Title:  Blue Eyed Devil
Author: Pattyanne
           snapkik@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: None of the BtVS
characters belong to me.
Feedback: Love some, thanks.
Rating: Up to NC-17
Summary:  Spike Devlin is the lead
singer for the band 'Blue Eyed Devil'.
Buffy Summers is the local preschool
teacher he falls in love with.




Part twenty-five....


Buffy flung the door open.  Without waiting for a
greeting, she took hold of Spike's jacket and yanked
him inside the house, then wrapped her arms around
his neck and kissed him long and hard.

"Good lord," he gasped, breaking away to breathe. "I've
never had such a nice 'hello' before."

She smiled and licked her lips. "You taste like sugar,"
she reported.

Giving her a slightly embarrassed look, he showed her
what he had in his hand. "I drove by it and I couldn't stop
myself from going in," he said, displaying a bag from the
local Krispy Kreme. "Have you ever had these?" he asked,
opening the bag and holding it out for her to examine the
contents. "They're bloody brilliant. Just going inside the
shop is a sugar rush."

Buffy shook her head. He had been right when he'd told
her that he was worse than any child when it came to
sweets. Still, there were worse things....

"And you just had to eat one?" she asked, hands on her
hips.

"Well...yeah."  He handed her the bag and discarded his
jacket. "They put one in your hand the second you walk in
the door, and...well...you know me."

Buffy peeked into the bag and counted ten glazed donuts,
still warm and soft. "Uh-huh. So, you bought ten of them?"
she asked skeptically.

He pretended to look shocked. "They only gave me ten? I
should go right back there and demand the other two. Wait
here and I'll..."

She snagged his arm as he turned away, pulling him into
the front room. "Oh, no you don't," she said firmly. "I may
never see you again."

God...three of those sugar bombs!  He'd be climbing the
walls!  Unless she could distract him.

Sinking down on the couch, she gave him the most
seductive smile she could come up with. "They smell good.
Maybe I should dab some of the sugar behind my ears for
you."

Devlin knelt on the couch beside her, then dropped forward
onto his hands, holding his weight off of her. "Believe me, luv,
you don't need sugar to attract me. I'm already completely...
attracted."  He lowered his head and kissed the side of her
throat.

Buffy tilted her head back, shivering as his lips moved down
her neck.  She reached into the open bag and extracted one
of the donuts. A little more sugar wasn't going to faze him in
the slightest.

She wiped her finger over the surface of the pastry...coating
it with the warm, melted glaze...then held it up to his lips.

Devlin grinned and started to take her finger into his mouth,
but she suddenly pulled it away and used it to dab the base
of her throat with the sticky glob of sugar.

His eyes widened briefly, and he immediately ducked his head
to lick up the sweetness from her skin. "Mmmm," he moaned
softly. "Even better now."

Bringing one hand up between them, he unbuttoned her
blouse, then took the donut out of her hand and smeared
glaze on the plump upper curves of her breasts. Tossing the
mashed donut onto the coffee table, he began applying his
tongue to her skin, cleaning every inch of exposed skin.

"Undo your bra," he whispered, grinning lecherously as
she obeyed.  He fished around in the bag for another donut,
and extracted a chocolate glazed one, rubbing the gooey
chocolate onto each of her nipples.

Buffy inhaled sharply at the sensation, then released the
breath she'd taken when she felt the warm wash of his
tongue swirling around and around her nipples, making them
hard and sensitive.

"Baby...you taste so good," he murmured against her skin. "And
I love you so much."

She smiled, twining her fingers into his curls. "I love you, too."

He skimmed the sleeves of her shirt down her arms,
letting her sit up a bit to pull it off. Her bra quickly followed,
landing on the floor next to her top. Moving down her body, he
nudged her legs apart, then looked up at her. "Guess what
else I have in the bag?" he asked, lifting his eyebrows
suggestively.

"More donuts?"

His right hand dipped into the sack and came back out holding
a fat donut. "Jelly filled," he informed her, wrapping his fingers
around the treat and beginning to squeeze.

"Hey!" Buffy squealed. "Where exactly are you planning on
putting that gunk?"

He chuckled wickedly. "Between your luscious thighs, darling.
But don't worry....I plan to lick it all off. By the time I get
finished using my tongue on you, you won't be able to move
for a...what did you say?"

"I said...this is a brand new couch."

He moved her panties to one side. "I promise not to spill
a drop...of anything."

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They ended up on the floor.

After cleaning her as thoroughly as he'd promised, and
bringing her to a toe curling climax, he rolled off the
couch, taking her with him and pushing the coffee table a
few feet away.

She tried to hold on to him, but he slipped away and
rose to his feet to undress.  Naked, he strode across the
room and twisted the knobs on the gas fireplace until he
had a warm and romantic blaze going. He placed her throw
pillows on the carpet, then picked her up and deposited her
in the middle of the small nest he'd built before the fire.

Buffy stretched out one arm, wanting him to take her hand.
When he did, she tugged him until he was lying beside her,
then rolled on top of him and settled herself comfortably.

With her cheek pressed against his chest, she sighed
happily, staring at the fire as he rubbed his hands up and
down her back.

"It's starting to rain," she said softly. "Can you hear it?"

"Mm-hmm...it's one of my favorite sounds."

"Mine, too."  She looked at him, folding her arms across
his chest and resting her chin on them. "What else are your
favorite sounds?"

He laughed. "What a leading question."

"Yeah, so tell me."

Continuing to stroke her back, he took a deep breath in
and out. "Wind chimes. My grandmother had about a dozen
of them hanging on her back porch. I pretty much grew up
there, and I remember hearing those chimes when I was out-
side playing."

Buffy closed her eyes, picturing that little boy in her mind,
seeing him pushing a collection of toy car and trucks around
a garden, looking up every now and then to watch the wind
chimes dance in a light breeze.

"Good music, of course," he went on. "Applause when someone
enjoys our show. The kids at your school, when I played for
them...that was great. Listening to them sing along and clap
their hands."

She smiled at the memory. "They really liked you. You're all
they talked about for the rest of the day."

"Yeah?"  He sounded pleased. "Think they'd like a repeat
performance?"

Surprised, she opened her eyes and looked up at him. "Can
you do that?  I mean, will you have the time before you..."

Unable to make herself finish the sentence, she just left it
hanging.

Devlin thought for a moment, mentally calculating every-
thing he still had to do before Thursday. "I can try. Don't
promise them anything, but I'll definitely try."

Pleased as she was to hear this, Buffy wanted to change
the subject so as not to veer off into unhappy thoughts of his
departure.  "What other sounds do you like?"

He held her arms and pulled her up until they were face
to face. "Your heart beating...those breathy little gasps
when I'm making love to you, right before you come."

Her cheeks turned pink, and she hid her face against
the side of his neck.

"Miss Buffy?  Are you blushing?"  He sounded delighted
at the idea.

"No," was her muffled reply.

"I don't believe you," he chided. "Let me see."

"No."

"Come on."

"You really have a problem with that word, don't you?"

Forcing her face up, he grinned unrepentantly. "Only when
it gets in the way of something I want."

"There, see!" she said, looking right at him. "I told you I'm not."

He cupped her face in his hands, stroking with his
thumbs. "Your cheeks are awfully warm."

"We're three feet from the fire."

"Yeah...that MUST be it."


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"Now, you tell me some of YOUR favorite sounds."

She scarcely needed to stop and think. "Well, there's
this guy I know..."

"Yeah?"

"Plays the guitar and sings."

"He any good?"

Buffy smiled slowly. "He's pretty darn good," she said,
leaving the comment open to interpretation.

Devlin shrugged. "Bet he's not as good as me."

"He's also a little conceited."

"I am not," he countered, pinching her rear. "Take that
back!"

"Or what?"

"Or I'll have to get rough with you."

Buffy tilted her head to one side. "Is that a promise or a
threat?"

Taking a firmer grip on her arms, he rolled her onto her
back and lay on top of her. "Is that a dare?" he asked,
grinding his erection against her mound.

She had no wit to reply.  All she could do was lie
very still as he began licking her breasts again.

"You still taste sweet," he moaned, moistening her
skin. His tongue circled each taut nipple before he
took one into his mouth and sucked it roughly, nipping
with his teeth, holding her down so that she couldn't
move.

As he pulled her other breast into his mouth and gave
it the same attention, she whimpered in her throat and
arched her back for him.

"Spike...."  She was panting.

"Yes, baby...that's right," he said. "Say my name. Don't
ever stop."

"I....I won't if...if you won't."

What with her having been a virgin, Devlin was amazed
at what a sensuous little thing she was turning out to be.
All the untapped passion that had been building up in her
for years was finally being set free, and he was the lucky
son-of-a-bitch that had turned the key.

"I won't," he promised her. "I'll suck you and suck you
until you can't take it anymore."

Between the fire in the hearth, and the one burning beneath
her skin, her body glowed with a light sheen of perspiration,
as though she'd been lightly coated with glitter.

Rolling his tongue around her erect nipples, he was
driving her slowly mad.  He alternated pressure, sometimes
soft and sweet, and sometimes hard enough to leave a
bruise.

Buffy sank her nails into his shoulders, encouraging him
to take what he wanted.

Devlin hardly needed encouragement. The taste and
feel of her breast in his mouth inspired him, and rational
thought was dwindling fast, leaving nothing but a primal
urge that he couldn't hold back.

Switching to her other breast, he cupped his hand
beneath it and lifted it to his mouth, molding the soft
flesh with his fingers.

Buffy's thighs clamped around him, and she raised
her hips to grind against his hard shaft.  Her cries were
becoming more and more ragged as he lapped at her
breasts.

"I...I need," she gasped. "Oh, I....I want..."

"Tell me."

"You...to touch me. Please...touch me..."

Spike slipped his hand down between her legs,
rubbing his fingers in her wetness. "Like this?"

"Yes."  She sank her fingers into his hair, yanking
him roughly back to her breast, forcing him to suck
harder.  Her body vibrated like a tuning fork, while
her nerves were stretched to their utmost limits.

"More," she begged shamelessly, squeezing her
eyes tightly shut.

He returned his hand to her breast, fondling it
and pinching her nipple.  When he pulled on it, she
felt contractions in her womb.

Devlin brought his thigh up and settled it between
hers to give her the pressure and friction she needed.

Catching her nipple in his mouth again, he suckled
it and shook his head a little.

With her sex swollen and in need of release, she
rubbed it against his leg as hard as she could, then
let out a sharp cry and rode out the waves of pleasure.

Spike released her breast from his mouth and pulled
back. "Jesus Christ," he muttered. "Did you come?"

She still couldn't speak, so she just nodded.

"That's the sexiest thing I've ever seen."  He buried
his face between her breasts, kissing and nuzzling
them as she came down from out of the clouds.

"You never stop surprising me, Miss Buffy."

Or herself, apparently.



TBC....