Title: Blue Eyed Devil Author: Pattyanne snapkik@yahoo.com Disclaimer: None of the characters belong to me. Feedback: Yes, do. Please. Rating: Will vary, up to NC-17 Summary: Spike Devlin is the lead singer of the band 'Blue Eyed Devil'. Buffy Summers is a local preschool teacher. They meet...and sparks fly. Part Nine.... He kissed her until she felt herself becoming light headed. With a technique that was truly amazing, he alternated between firm pressure and light touches, just barely running his tongue along the closure of her lips, until they parted and invited him inside to play. After an initial moment of uncertainly, Buffy allowed her tongue to tentatively touch his. He tasted of coffee and a faint trace of peppermint, probably from toothpaste. When he drew back, he leaned down and whispered in her ear. "Miss Buffy...has anyone ever told you that you kiss like a dream come true?" Her eyes opened halfway, and they were slightly unfocused. "Mm...no, not really." Devlin chuckled softly. "Good, then I'm the first." A cacophony of childish voices from outside cleared her scattered mind, and she suddenly remembered exactly where she was. Placing her hands on his chest, she pushed him away. "I...I have to finish this. It's...it's time for the..." "Afternoon snack?" he offered. Buffy nodded. "Yes. That." She turned away and resumed working on the apples. He watched her in silence for a moment. "We're playing at Union Jack's tonight," he finally said. "Will you come?" She kept slicing apples, and didn't reply. "Buffy...will you come to Union Jack's tonight?" he asked again. Still, she said nothing. "Buffy!" "I don't know!" came bursting out of her. "I don't think I can." Spike placed his hands on the counter top on either side of her, caging her in. "You don't think you CAN?" he asked bluntly. "Or...you don't think you SHOULD?" "What's the difference?" "Oh, there's a big difference, luv," he said softly. "You don't think you CAN means you're too busy to come. You don't think you SHOULD means that you're afraid to." Buffy tried a weak laugh. "I'm definitely NOT afraid," she replied. Which of them she was trying to convince, she wasn't quite sure. "Yes, you are." He nuzzled the side of her neck. "And it's exciting, isn't it?" She shook her head. "Hardly." Devlin's mouth traveled up until he was once again speaking in her ear. "It makes the hot blood race through your veins like wildfire. Your heart beats harder, 'til you think it'll just explode if you can't have what you want...what you need. Tell me, Buffy," he whispered. "Tell me what you want...and I'll move heaven and earth to give it to you." If she knew the answer to THAT complex question, she wouldn't be in the predicament she was in now. Impatiently, he put his hands on her shoulders and forced her to turn around. "Say you'll come tonight," he said, taking a handful of her hair and tugging on it until her head dropped back and her neck arched invitingly. He pressed his lips to the place where the blood was visibly throbbing, his breath hot on her skin. "Say it!" Every ounce of her resistance drained out of her. "I will," she said, almost inaudibly. "I'll come." Devlin pulled back and looked into her eyes. "Promise me," he demanded. However hard she tried, Buffy couldn't break away from that laser blue gaze. "I promise." He nodded and smiled, satisfied. "Now," he said. "It's gonna be a long time before I see you tonight, so kiss me again. Give me a kiss that'll last me until then." Helpless to do anything else, Buffy complied. Devlin was the first to break away. "See you tonight, luv," he said, pinching her cheek, then heading out the door to say goodbye to the children. **************************************************** Hours later, Buffy stood in front of her full length mirror. She'd decided to wear a cream colored tank top, covered with a blouse made of the same colored lace. It had a V-neckline, and the sleeves were snug all the way to her wrists where they ended in a bell of lace that covered half of her hands. Her skirt was a black leather wrap around, it's hem just skimming the tops of her boots. After applying her make up, she'd had a twenty minute internal debate over how to wear her hair. Up in a loose chignon, or tumbling down her back? She'd compromised by leaving it down, but pulling it back and securing it with a gold barrette. When there was nothing more she could do, she grabbed her car keys and purse, and headed out the door, still wondering what in the name of god she thought she was doing. ****************************************************** Union Jack's was at maximum capacity when she arrived. Certain that there was no way she'd be able to get in, she was ready to turn around and go home when someone tapped her on the shoulder. "Are you Miss Summers?" The boy was wearing black pants and a shirt with the club's namesake on the back. His name tag read "Tim." Buffy nodded that she was indeed Miss Summers, and the boy beckoned her to follow him. He led her around the building and through a side door that opened directly into the main room. Every table in the place was occupied, save one in the middle, close to the stage. Tim seated her at the small table, then asked if he could bring her something to drink and if she needed a menu. Buffy declined the menu, but ordered a glass of white wine. Feeling ridiculously conspicuous, she didn't allow her eyes to wander around the room. Five minutes crawled by before the house lights darkened slightly and Blue Eyed Devil hit the stage. Spike Devlin's eyes zeroed in on her immediately, and he grinned broadly at her as he picked up his guitar. Determined not to let him rattle her, she lifted her chin and met his gaze with hers. He was delighted with this response, and he winked at her, adjusting his microphone. "Well, hi there Sunnydale," he said, looking out over his audience. "Didja miss us?" The crowd applauded wildly, some of them releasing whistles that only a dog should be capable of hearing. "I guess that means yes," the bass player said when the noise died down. Devlin laughed and looked at him. "S'nice to be wanted, innit?" The drummer gave them the down beat, and the band began making the walls shake once again. Devlin stepped up to his mic. "Watch closely now," he said. "You'll observe a curious exchange of energies." Deliberately, he looked at Buffy. "Are you a figment of my imagina- tion....or am I one of yours?" "Watch closely now Are you watching me now? Your eyes are like fingers They're touching my body And arousing my soul Riding the passion arising inside me How high can I go? You're coming with me, girl I'm gonna show you how When it's scary...don't look down." Buffy couldn't take her eyes off him. "Watch closely now Are you watching me now?" The song had a fast, hard beat, and the words brought back the memory of the last time she'd sat in this room and listened to him sing, the night he'd made her promise to watch him. "I see the hunger arise in your eyes And it's urging me on Higher and harder And faster and farther Than I've ever gone We're coming closer, lady Don't you leave me now We're gonna make it Don't look down.." Was he promising her something...or warning her? "Maybe I'm taking me too many chances With no net at all Baby, I'll teach you at least That you've gotta be free when you fall" Taking chances was not something she was good at. After a lifetime of safe and secure, how could she even begin to take this particular chance? "Watch closely now Are you watching me now?" But if she didn't, would she regret it for the rest of her life? "I'm the master magician That's setting you free >From the lies you've been told When you're breaking your back Bring your last straw to me I turn straw into gold" Would it be worth it? Taking the chance...risking the possibilities... "I'm gonna need you later Will you be around? And I can take it Don't look down Watch closely now Are you watching me now? **Yes...I'm watching you...I am** ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ TBC....