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Part 12....


Buffy's lips parted on a softly indrawn breath.

Never in her life had a man stated his intentions so
clearly, and she wasn't at all sure how to cope with it
now that one had.

The way he was eyeing her made her feel that this
man enjoyed making her squirm by uttering out-
rageous statements, then sitting back to observe
her reactions.

Determined not to give him the upper hand this time,
she rallied herself as quickly as she could.

"I...I barely know you," she stammered. "Falling
in love isn't something you do in a couple of days."

"Sometimes it is," he pointed out. "Sometimes it
only takes hours, sometimes minutes. And sometimes,"
he added, stroking her wrist with his thumb, "all it
takes is a moment. Just one."

**Oh, I know...I KNOW..**

She shook her head. "I don't know anything about you,"
she said, trying not to be distracted by the way he
was touching her.

Devlin kept up the gentle massage, smiling the smile
that Buffy surmised charmed a lot of women right out
of their clothing.

"Ask me anything you like, love. My life is laid bare
for you." He chuckled down deep in his throat. "So
to speak."

Buffy had a million questions to ask him...and they
all disappeared from her brain at the same moment,
leaving her with nothing but silly small talk.

"Well...for instance...how old are you?"

She wanted to take the question back the moment
it came out of her mouth. Was that REALLY the
best she could do?

"Older than you, I'm sure," he replied, folding his
hand over her palm.

Was he avoiding the question?

"I'm almost thirty."

No, he was not.

"Next question?"

Okay. Next question.

"Um...your favorite things? Like your favorite
food?"

"Chocolate cake," he answered promptly.

Buffy gave him a skeptical look. "I meant real
food."

"Chocolate cake IS real food."

"But you don't eat it for dinner," she said.

"I've been known to."

She wasn't a bit surprised by that.

"Your favorite song?"

"The ones I write. Listen," he said. "How about
I save you some time? My favorite color is green.
My favorite time of the year is autumn, favorite
holiday is Christmas, favorite movie is...don't
laugh...The Wizard of Oz. I like going to movies
and reading, when I have the time. I'm difficult to
get up in the morning and I'm usually late for
every appointment I make. I'm concerned about
the situation in the Middle East, I'm pro-choice,
and I think OJ did it."

It was the longest speech she'd ever heard
him make, and it stunned her just a little.

"Anything else? Feel free to ask."

Buffy stared at him, helplessly. "What do you
want from me?"

He studied her face for a moment, brushing back
a stray lock of her hair. Leaning just a little closer,
he looked straight into her eyes, demanding that
she do the same to him.

"I want...to wake up in the morning with your hair
spread out on my pillow," he said softly. "I want to
hold you on my lap and feed you chocolate covered
cherries. I want to feel your breath on my lips...and
your fingers on my skin...and your body beneath
me, and over me, and around me." He placed his
finger under her chin and tilted her face. "I want
YOU," he whispered.

And...God help them all...she wanted him, too.


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

His gaze locked with hers and suspended her
in it's tender light.

Giving her a little grin, he allowed her a moment
alone to collect her thoughts while he paid the
bill.

When he came back and stood beside the
table, Buffy grabbed her purse and jacket and
scooted out of the booth.

Without asking, he reached for her hand...and
without hesitating, she gave it to him.

A fresh breeze touched her burning cheeks as
they walked slowly towards her car. When they
reached their destination, Buffy waited for him
to unlock the passenger side door of her car.

But he did no such thing. Instead, he turned her
until she was facing him. Placing his hands on
the roof of the car, one on either side of her, he
nudged her gently against the door with his body
pressed to hers.

Looking down at her, he asked, "Have you
decided, yet?"

She didn't try to pretend that she was unaware
of what on earth he was talking about. "I...I
think I could. If I let myself."

"Oh, Miss Buffy," he sighed on a soft laugh. "Please
let yourself."

In the next moment, they came together, their lips
meeting in a feverishly moist kiss. It wasn't gentle
and sweet, but hard and passionate, almost bruising.

Her hands were on his shoulders, his were holding
her hips as their mouths worked together in a fierce
exploration.

Pulling back to breathe, Buffy nearly collapsed as
she felt his lips travel down the length of her throat.
When he came to the small hollow at it's base, he
tongued it delicately.

Passion rose like a tsunami, starting in the middle
of the ocean with a single swell, then scaling to
breathtaking heights before it crashed over them,
leaving them weak in the knees and panting for air.

She swallowed hard, dizzy with desire and a linger-
ing insecurity.

"Buffy," he breathed hotly against her skin. "I want to
make love to you. Want you so much...you beautiful,
beautiful girl." He kissed and nuzzled the side of her
neck. "Say you want me, too."

Her hands gripped him more tightly, holding on for
dear life. "I do," she said weakly. "I do want you."

It wasn't enough. "Say my name," he begged.

"Spike," she whispered into his shirt front. "I want
you...Spike."

He must have been able to sense her sudden shy-
ness and lack of certainty, because he stepped
back and cupped her face in his hands.

"Don't be frightened of me," he said. "I'll be very
careful with your heart...and I promise I'll never
break it."




TBC...
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