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: Spike Devlin is the lead
singer for the band 'Blue Eyed Devil'.
Buffy Summers is a local preschool
teacher. They meet. She runs. He
chases...and he's about to catch her!
Part 13....
Nothing in Buffy's limited experience had
prepared her for this man. Sinfully handsome,
wickedly sexy, and seductively charming...it
was a heady combination of parts that went into
the makeup of his being, and she had no idea in
the world how to deal with them.
Oh, but....she wanted it so badly. Wanted
him....possibly more than she'd ever wanted anything
in her life.
She felt his hands on her back, under her jacket
but over her blouse. They were warm hands...strong
and certain. He definitely didn't have any trouble
deciding what HE wanted from this relationship.
"You're thinking so hard about something," he
murmured, apparently quite amused by the notion
that a woman would have to think over whether or not
she wanted him to touch her. "I wish I could see inside
your mind...I don't suppose you'll tell me."
"M..." She almost called him Mr. Devlin. Well, THAT
would surely be a laugh riot, calling him Mister after
those mind drugging kisses. "Spike, I....is that your
real name?"
Devlin sighed and pulled back slightly. "Um, no. My
mother didn't take one look at me after giving birth
and say "He looks like a Spike". I sort of...acquired
the nickname in school, and it just....stuck."
Buffy parted her lips to say something, but he placed
his finger over them to hush her. "Before you ask...my
given name is William. William Christopher Devlin."
She looked up at him and shrugged. "Mine is Elizabeth
Anne," she said, figuring it was a good idea to exchange
this information.
"Well," he said quietly. "It's a very pretty name, to be
sure...but I kind of like Buffy, so I think I'll stay with
that. If you don't mind, of course."
The part of her brain that was still retaining a smattering
of sanity allowed her to nod in agreement.
Devlin pulled her closer. "I just love the idea of whispering,"
he added, leaning down and doing just that into her ear,
"Buffy...you're so lovely...so soft...and sweet...Buffy..."
His breath stirred the soft tendrils of her hair. "...when I
make love to you."
Her head tipped back and she stared at the stars as his
lips caressed her ear, then her cheek, then her throat...be-
fore finding hers again.
Surprisingly, he didn't close his eyes this time either. He
locked his gaze with hers, watching as the different
expressions flickered through their green depths.
He tightened his arms, and she immediately slid
hers around his neck, holding on to him, keeping him
where she needed him to be.
When he finally pulled back, she stared at him with
dazzled eyes. "Now what?"
His smile was tender, almost as though he was
speaking to a child. "Now...I take you home."
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Buffy directed him to her house, taking the shortest
route she could come up with. She wasn't quite sure
why she was in such a hurry for them to arrive at
her house, but she didn't question it too closely
either.
When he pulled into the driveway of the small two-
bedroom house she was renting, he set the parking
brake and turned off the ignition.
Buffy's hands were clammy with nerves. She didn't
know whether to stay put or run like hell and lock
herself safely on the other side of her door.
The click of a seat belt latch being undone sounded
off in her head like a gunshot, making her jump. Be-
fore she could react any further, he had leaned over
and unfastened hers as well.
Looking up at him, she found his gaze on her,
his eyes so soft that she could taste his sweetness
before his lips touched hers.
"Buffy," he said, breathing warmly on her skin. "Are
you...will you invite me inside, darling?"
"In...inside?" she asked, her heartbeat doing wind-
sprints beneath her breast.
He seemed to understand everything about her without
even trying to puzzle it out. "Inside your house...inside
your life...inside your..."
"Yes!" she yelped, cutting him off before she was so
completely undone that she melted into a sugary
puddle right in front of him. "Please...come inside
my...my house," she said, and left it at that.
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As she unlocked her front door, she could hear
the small brass clock on her mantle striking the
hour. One, two, three chimes....
Buffy was honestly surprised. The cliche "times
flies" had never seemed quite so apropos before.
She dropped her bag on the sofa, then peeled off
her jacket and dumped that as well. Gathering up
all of her nerve, she turned to speak to the man who
had crashed into her life so abruptly, mussing it up
until she didn't know if she were coming or going,
up from down, day from night.
"Can I...offer you anything? To drink!" she added
quickly when his eyes sparked at her invitation.
But he just smiled. "I'm fine, thanks," he assured
her, looking about at his surroundings. "Nice house,"
he said, glancing at a few still unpacked cartons. "Been
here long?"
"Um...no, actually just about a month. Before I moved
in here, I was in an apartment a few blocks away," she
explained, her cheeks stained red at the idea that he
might think her to be rather lazy, the type of person who
couldn't organize their lives and their living space in a
reasonable amount of time.
Devlin nodded. "I hate moving," he said. "Although I
suppose I'll have to get around to it one of these days. Get
a permanent place here in the states." He grinned
boyishly. "Gotta stop living out of suitcases."
Buffy hated to bring up the subject. "But you're going on
tour," she pointed out.
"I know," he agreed. "But when it's over...I want to find a
place and settle in." He paced slowly towards her. "Any
suggestions on where I might do that?"
His thumbs were hooked in the belt loops of his jeans,
drawing her eye.
"Um...well, I would guess...that is...where...where do you
do most of your...your work?" she asked, purposely looking
slightly to the left of him.
He took in and released a deep breath. "We record in
Los Angeles, right now," he said. "But that's not written
in stone. You set up the right equipment, it can be any-
where you want it. Sunnydale...for instance."
Before she could reply, he took her hand and tugged
her across the living room, then urged her to sit down
on the green and blue plaid sofa she'd found at a local
garage sale.
"Relax, love," he said, turning her until her back was
to him and placing his hands on her shoulders. "You're
all....tensed up."
It was a testament to her state of mind that it took her
a few moments to realize that all he was doing was
massaging her shoulders...rather expertly at that.
His touch was gentle and direct, easing the tension
from her. She could actually feel it draining away, leaving
her limp and pliable.
Leaning back, she sighed. "You're very good at that."
"I've been on the other end of one enough times to know
what I'm doing," he explained.
Yeah. She just bet he had.
Without consciously wanting to, she tensed again. "Well,
you must have been paying attention to...whoever was
doing you...doing IT!" she tacked on hastily.
Spike laughed, his head dropping forward and resting
on her shoulder.
"Don't laugh at me," Buffy said fretfully.
"I'm not, sweetheart," he replied, taking a deep breath. "I
promise you, I'm not. Not in a bad, making fun of you, way.
You're just so damn cute sometimes." His hands moved to
her upper arms and pulled her back. "I can't resist you, you
know." Tucking her hair behind one ear, he brushed the
backs of his fingers against her cheek. "You're so
completely....irresistible."
Standing up, he drew her to her feet, keeping her in
front of him, but still facing away.
As his hands moved down her arms, he placed
his lips close to her ear....
"You want commitment
Take a look into my eyes.."
....he sang softly.
"They burn with a fire
Just for you now."
Reaching her hands, he took them and pulled
them up until her arms were winding around the
back of his neck.
"Until the end of time
I would do anything
I'd beg...I'd steal...I'd lie
To have you in these arms tonight.."
When he had her arms where he wanted them,
his palms slid down her body and held her by
her waist.
"Baby, I want you
Like the roses want the rain
You know I need you
Like a poet needs the pain.."
She had to lock her knees to keep from slipping
to the floor right then and there.
"I would give anything
My blood, my love, my life.."
Her eyes drifted closed when she felt him tugging
her blouse from the waist band of her skirt.
"If you were in these arms tonight
I'd hold you...I'd need you
I'd get down on my knees to you
And make everything all right.."
Buffy felt him bend his knees slightly, then press
his front more intimately against her back. She
could feel the hardness of his arousal rubbing
against her bottom.
"If you were in these arms
I'd love you...I'd please you
I'd tell you that I'd never leave you
And love you...till the end of time.."
His fingers came up to begin undoing her blouse. One
button....then two...then three....then.....
"If you were in these arms tonight..."
That voice like rough velvet, singing only to her. It
was really happening. He was seducing her with
his voice while he undressed her with his hands.
"We stared at the sun, and we made a promise
A promise this world would never bind us.."
Her blouse slipped down her arms, falling to the
floor to lie in a champagne colored puddle at her
feet.
Devlin's hands moved slowly back up her arms,
caressing her skin. His fingers slipped under the
straps of her tank top.
"These are my words
Our words are our songs
Our songs are our prayers
Our prayers keep me strong.."
Each strap was eased down off her shoulders. In-
stead of slipping them all the way off, though, his hands
moved back to her waist, encircling it, moving her ever
so slightly to the sensuous cadence of his voice as it
purred in her ear.
"It's what I believe
If you were in my arms tonight.."
Still holding her waist, he stepped around in front
of her. One hand then moved up to unfasten the clip
holding her hair back. He dropped the barrette onto the
coffee table, and then his fingers delved deep into her hair,
mussing all it's tidy perfection. He played gently with
the soft strands, dragging his fingers through it slowly.
"Your clothes are scattered all over our room
And everything smells like your lovely perfume.."
He took her hands again, raising them both to his
lips and kissing them, never breaking eye contact.
"Everything here reminds me of you
And there's nothing I wouldn't do
To be in your arms.."
He began to back up towards the stairs. She followed,
with no thought of doing anything else...completely his
at that moment.
When they reached the first riser, he surprised her
again by turning her around and sitting her on the
third step. His hands moved down and lifted the hem
of her skirt, easily relieving her of her footwear.
"I'll hold you...I need you
I'll get down on my knees for you.."
And, to her shock, he did just that. Dropped down to
his knees and leaned forward, urging her back into a
lying position, careful not to press her down hard into
the carpeted edge of the step.
Catching himself on his outstretched arms, he moved
just a fraction closer until their lower bodies came into
contact.
Buffy gasped, raggedly.
Devlin's eyes closed briefly as he savored the contact. When
he opened them again, they seemed to be an even deeper
blue than ever, like dark sapphires with a flame flickering in
their centers.
"I'll love you....I'll please you
I'll tell you that I'll never leave you.."
Judging by the amount of difficulty she was having herself,
she didn't know how he was managing to produce the
lovely sounds coming from his throat.
Lifting her own hands, she placed them on his cheeks,
feeling the fine arch of his bone structure. Her fingertips
danced down, touching briefly at his lips.
"Buffy," he whispered, kissing the soft pads of her
fingers. "I want you. Right now, darling."
He wanted her....and she wanted him. Did anything else
in the world matter at all?
"I'll love you till the end of time..."
Smiling down at her, he suddenly straightened and
scooped her up off the stairs, carrying her the rest
of the way up.
"When you're in my arms...tonight.."
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TBC.....
(This is going to be a long, slow seduction. No
wham-bam, if you get my drift. Let me know
what you think, please)
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