Title:  Blue Eyed Devil
Author: Pattyanne
           snapkik@yahoo.com
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 twenty-nine.....


"You've been a very bad boy, you know."

"I have."

"I should punish you."

"You should."


A fresh fire was blazing on the hearth. After tossing every pillow
in the house on the floor in front of it, they stretched out side by
side, facing each other.

"If you were one of my students," Buffy added, arching one
eyebrow, "you'd be sitting in the time out chair."

"Yes, ma'am."  Devlin gave her the most innocently sincere
look he could summon up.

A look she tried to disregard in order to maintain her upper hand.

"Good thing for you you're too big for it."

"I'm numb with relief," he assured her.

The charm had been turned up full blast, but she was learning
how to sneak around it.  "Do YOU have any suggestions?"

"What, you mean about punishment?"  He moved closer, placing
one arm around her waist and pretending to think. "One thing comes
to mind."

"Do tell."

He leered playfully. "You could make me take all your clothes off
and kiss every inch of your body...you know how much I hate
that," he added when she snorted in an unladylike manner.

But when he moved to kiss her, she placed her hand in the middle
of his chest.  The light moment suddenly changed.  "About
Riley," she began. "He..."

Spike cut her off. "I know. He's a friend, and I'm an insecure
moron. I get it now."

"Actually, you really don't," she said, shaking her head. "So let
me tell you; Riley is...he's a guy I've known for a couple of years.
He's the bank officer who arranged for Willow's small business loan.
That's how I met him."

Spike stayed silent, preparing himself for what was coming.

He wanted to be able to take whatever she was getting ready to tell
him about this other man in an adult frame of mind. The guy was
her friend and she'd every right to have as many friends as she
chose without worrying about setting him off.

But the LESS adult part of him, the spoiled and jealous
child part, wanted to punch that clown dead in the face.

"We've gone out maybe...I don't know...ten or eleven times. It
was fun..."

His jaw was beginning to ache with the effort of keeping it
clamped tight.

"...but I wouldn't care if he up and left town."

**If only,**  he replied silently.  **If only...**

The feelings that he was experiencing were very new for
him.  He'd never felt so possessive and territorially inclined
with any other woman, at any time in his life.

Buffy brought out all the primal instinct that he'd not given
any thought to, or even known was there.

"You believe me...don't you?" she asked, worried at the
closed down expression that had frozen on his features.
"Spike, you have to trust me. Because, if you don't..."

That caught his attention. "It's not that I don't trust you,
Buffy," he said, turning away from her and sitting up. "That's
not the problem."

"Then what is it?"

Shit....he didn't KNOW what it was!  If HE couldn't  understand
it, how the hell was he going to explain it to her?

Staring into the fire, he spoke haltingly. "I don't...even know
this guy...and I hate him.  I hate everything about him. Because
he knew you first, because you went out with him, because he's
kissed you...and touched you."

That was a stab in the dark, but she didn't jump in and deny it.

He held his peace for a moment, then looked at her. "But I hate
him most of all because he'll BE here...and I won't."  His eyes
were stormy as he regarded her. "I'll be on the other side of the
fucking country."

She really wished he'd quit reminding her of that.

"But not for good, right?" she asked faintly.

He looked perplexed. "I...what?"

"I mean..."  She swallowed hard. "You're coming back, aren't
you?"

Devlin stared at her in disbelief as her meaning became clear.

"Is...is THAT what you've been thinking?"  He frowned. "That
I'm never coming back?"  When she didn't answer right away,
he jumped to his feet, towering over her and running one hand
through his hair. "Jesus Christ, Buffy!  How can you even think
a thing like that?"

Buffy's eyes darted away guiltily.  Hadn't she just been wondering
that very same thing?

She opened her mouth to make whatever measly apology she
could, but he leaned over and grabbed her hands, hauling her
to her feet.

"Buffy," he said, staring intently into her eyes and willing his
words to convince her. "I'm coming back. The minute this tour
ends, I'll be on the first plane out of whatever city I happen to be
in."

Buffy felt the tightening in her chest begin to give way. It was a
feeling she'd been living with for the past three days, the axe poised
to drop on her come Thursday morning.  All his whispered words of
love, his gentle touches, his abandoned lovemaking, hadn't been able
to make it go completely away.  It had been hovering on the edge of her
happiness like a snake looking for a vulnerable spot to bite, and she'd
been so worried about it that she hadn't been able to work up the nerve
to raise the subject.

But now, it was out in the open between them, ready to be dealt
with...and three simple words from him was making everything better; "I'm
coming back."

Then, in a ridiculous coincidence that would have been too much in the
corniest and most cliche laden old Hollywood musical, the room brightened
as the sun finally edged it's way out from behind the rain clouds.

They both glanced around the room at the sudden splash of sunlight, then
looked back at each other.

"Well," he said, smiling, "that pretty much speaks for itself, doesn't it?"


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


"Not that you don't look very appealing in my old sweat pants, but
I think your clothes are probably dry."

They were lying on the sofa, watching the last of the rain pattering
off the roof of the porch, snuggling together beneath an afghan that her
mom had knitted for her during her 'earth mother' phase, the one she
had taken on immediately after Buffy had moved out on her own. For
almost three months, she had been on the receiving end of more easy
to reheat casseroles, home baked loaves of bread and gallons of soup
than one person could possibly manage to eat.

"I have absolutely no interest in putting any more clothes on right now,"
Devlin replied, tightening his arms around her.

A sudden urge to cause a little mischief came over her. "Why don't
we go for a walk?"

"No, thanks."

She wriggled around to look at him. "Didn't you say something in one
of your songs about that being romantic?"

"No, I said walking IN the rain was romantic," he denied. "Slogging
through puddles and slipping on muddy leaves is just annoying."

"Uh-huh."

"Besides," he added. "I've got your romance right here."  Burying
his face in her hair, his hands crept up under her sweater.

Underneath her was a very prominent erection pressing against her bottom.
Shifting her hips made it even harder. She could feel the heat radiating
from him, and she leaned back into him, soaking in his warmth.

"Buffy?" he murmured into the side of her neck. "Do you forgive me
for being such a bastard?"

She smiled with her eyes closed. "Well...that grabbing your crotch
thing was pretty rude," she said. "But you were right about one thing..."

"Yeah? That's a relief. What was it?"

Buffy could feel her cheeks reddening. She couldn't believe what she
was about to say, even as she was saying it. "I...I have kind of developed
a taste for this," she said softly, pushing down into his lap.

Her movement elicited a choked gasp from him. "Me, too."

He turned her over in his arms, slipping his hands back up under
her sweater and unhooking her bra. She pushed up on her hands and
allowed him to lift the front of her top and move her undergarment out
of the way, then settled back down against his bare chest.

Their eyes locked.  Without a word, he took her hand and placed
it on the swelling in the front of the borrowed sweat pants.

Forcing herself not to blush or turn away, she tightened her
fingers around his erection.

Spike's head dropped back and thumped against the arm of the
sofa. "Oh, Christ," he muttered. "Have a little pity, Miss Buffy,"
he begged.

"Meaning?"

"Meaning....stop."  She blinked with surprise when he pushed her
hand away. "I have some making up to do," he explained briefly,
sliding out from under her. "And if you touch me like that...I won't
be in any condition to attend to your needs first."

This sounded promising, so she allowed him to pull her to her
feet.  He made quick work of removing her jeans and underpants,
but he instructed her to leave her top the way it was, telling her that
he liked the way it looked having her upper garments mussed up and
askew while she was naked from the waist down.

Dropping to knees in front of her, he pushed her legs apart and
lowered his head to kiss her inner thighs. Buffy instinctively moved
her hips forward, making him pause in his ministrations.

"Settle down, princess," he scolded her. "I'm making amends here."

Taking her hips in his hands, he lowered his head between her legs
and breathed in the scent of her arousal.  She was already wet, he
could see and smell it, and it only made him hungrier.

Pressing his face to her delicious sex, he began lapping and
sucking at it, wallowing in the taste and moisture. He went at her
with a tender fierceness, licking up all the wetness her body was
producing, using his tongue to encourage more of it to flow by
rubbing it firmly against her clit.

As he ate her out, he took her feet in his hands and bent her
legs, resting her feet on the sofa.  Ordinarily, this wanton position
might have caused her embarrassment, but she was too overwhelmed
by the sensations that were uncoiling in her lower regions to care.

Unable to get enough of the salty-sweet taste of her, his mouth
moved from her clit, traveling down the folds of her labia. Reaching
his goal, he darted his tongue inside and pushed it as deep as he
could make it go.

Buffy dragged air into her lungs, then released it on a soft cry of
pleasure.  Her hips writhed in his grasp as she sought the satisfaction
he was teasing out of her.

"More?" he whispered, licking her from top to bottom. "Shall I make
you come this way, princess?  The first time?"

Not waiting for an answer, he dove back into his task. Going at her
with even more vigor, he licked her hard and then slid his tongue
in and out of her drenched passage as one hand moved up beneath
her disarranged sweater to caress her nipples.

Her climax slammed into her with little warning. One moment she
was lying there enjoying the slow thrusting of his tongue, and the next
she was straining forward when he slid one finger up into her at the
same time he sucked hard on her clitoris.

She cried out as the explosion sent shock waves of pleasure up
and down her spine.

Devlin brought her down from it gently, carefully, knowing full well that
over stimulation at this point could border on pain.  As her body calmed,
his tongue slipped slowly away from her and he pillowed his head on
her thigh.  Looking up at her, he caught the satisfied smile she couldn't
suppress.

"How am I doing so far?" he asked pleasantly. "As far as making up
goes?"




TBC.....

(Well....answer the man's question!  ;-D  )