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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 a local preschool teacher.
They meet. She runs. He chases.



Part Seventeen....


He was just barely inside of her when he stopped.

Looking perplexed for a moment, the realization of what
he was feeling slowly dawned on him. Shocked surprise
followed, and was itself followed by a staggering sense
of responsibility.

"Buffy," he breathed, leaning down to speak softly in
her ear. "This is another first for you....isn't it, love?"

Trying to parcel out whether he was pleased or horrified
at the whole idea, Buffy was too embarrassed to force
out a verbal affirmative, and had to settle for nodding in
jerky little movements.

She had been hoping right up until he penetrated her
that she could get away with it. Hoping that if she seemed
eager enough, and put on a "woman of experience" bluff,
he might not notice until it was too late for him to stop.

Well, THAT plan had just blown up in her face. He had
stopped. Question was....would he continue?

If she'd been able to divine his thoughts at the moment,
she'd find that she had nothing to worry about.

There wasn't a chance in the world that he was going to
stop now. He would wait a moment, give her time to
adjust....and then make her his.

Raising his head, he smiled at her. "Open your beautiful
eyes, baby," he coaxed her sweetly. "Don't be shy."

When she did as he'd asked, he could read every
emotion that she was feeling, could see it all in the
light green pools that were begging silently for his under-
standing.

"Oh, sweetheart," he murmured, brushing her tangled
hair back with one hand. "Don't be frightened. I'm going
to be very gentle, I promise, and try very hard not to hurt
you...any more than I have to."

Buffy returned his smile, tremulously. He wasn't going
to stop...wasn't going to leave her...wasn't put off by
the knowledge that she was a twenty-five year old virgin.

Devlin wasn't put off in the slightest. He was actually
having a difficult time controlling the rush of
possessiveness, coupled with an anticipatory thrill
that came of knowing he was the first to breach the
walls that this beautiful creature had been living
behind.

For her part, Buffy wanted it to be done. She wanted
to know and experience all the things romance
novels promised, wanted to put an end to her
blasted virginity once and for all.

And she wanted Spike Devlin to be the one to do it.

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

"Are you sure about this, sweetheart?"

Some weird impulse of chivalry made him ask the
question. After it was out of his mouth, though, he
wanted to take it back. What if she said no? What
the hell would he do then?

If he was forced to leave the paradise he had found
in her body, he would expire right there in her arms. He
had no doubt that any denial at this moment would
cause his innards to implode, leaving him in such a
state of frustrated agony that he'd be begging to die.

**All right, maybe that's laying it on a bit thick But it won't
be fun, that's for DAMN sure..**

"I'm sure," Buffy whispered, saving him from his gloomy
imaginings. "I've been sure...I think...from the first time
I saw you."

That was ALL he had to hear!

His arousal hadn't abated in the smallest degree during
their little intermission. He was hard and ready, and
she was extremely wet.

"Try and relax, love," he said soothingly. "Start with
your toes and move up."

She followed his advice, going slowly up and up,
a bit at a time. When the calm reached her thighs,
they loosened up and parted even more.

Devlin took immediate advantage. He gradually
slid in a little deeper, then back, then deeper again.

The sensation was nearly excruciating. The warmth
and the tightness was unbelievable, and he
had to concentrate on not thrusting into her with
wild abandon.

When he felt her nails scoring his back, he dipped
his head and took her lips in a long, open-mouthed
kiss.

Need for air became an issue, and Buffy pulled back,
gasping for it. "Please," she whispered on a raggedly
indrawn breath. "Spike....don't be gentle. Be fast."

A groan of assent escaped him, and he adjusted his
position and buried himself completely inside her.

Once he was in, he fought for a modicum of control
and remained quite still, catching her scream in his
mouth.

Buffy's nails dug deeper, almost drawing blood.

The pain was as bad as she'd imagined, but she
forged her way through it just the same.

"I'm sorry," he choked out. "I know I'm hurting you,
honey."

She could hardly deny it. The scream had pretty much
given her away.

"It's all right," she panted in his ear. "It's...getting better."

He pulled back and looked at her. "Really?"

"Yeah," she nodded, putting all the sincerity she
could summon up into her voice and expression. "Just
give me a minute....or two."

Devlin was running on instinct at that point. He'd never
been a girl's first lover before, and the only thing he could
think to do was to try and distract her until the pain abated.

"All right," he said agreeably. "Can I kiss you while we're
waiting?"

Buffy cupped his face in her hands, smiling at the
shy request. "Oh, I wish you would," she replied softly,
drawing him down to her.

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

Catching her cheek, he kissed the sweet curve of
her lips, penetrating her mouth with his tongue.

Buffy moaned and tunneled her fingers up through
his silky curls, making his kiss harder and
deeper.

He could feel the extreme tightness begin to
ease up, making her no less snug, but far more
accessible. Gently...slowly...he moved his hips
from side to side.

Devlin moved his hand from her face, trailing
it down the side of her body in a teasingly light
caress. When he reached her outer thigh, he lifted
himself just a small amount, just enough to allow his
hand to slip in between them.

When she felt the touch of his fingers, her eyes
flew open wide and stared up into his.

Their mouths separated, and Buffy arched her
back. "Oh...oh, God," she whimpered, helpless
beneath the assault of pleasure.

His mouth hovered above hers, absorbing her
breathy sighs. "S..soon, love?" he begged, unsure
just how much longer he could hold himself back.

She helped him. Her hands moved down his
back to clutch at the firm muscle of his rump. "Now,"
she breathed hotly.

He began moving, each gentle thrust burying him
deeper into her body as well as her heart.

Although there was a lingering ache between
Buffy's legs, the sharpness of the initial pain
had begun to fade. As it left, she was able to
concentrate on the other sensations her body was
telegraphing to her brain.

Every time he entered her, he rubbed himself in just
the right spot, creating the most delicious friction
exactly where she needed it.

Her sex felt fluid and hot, almost heavy with the
need to...the need for...

Unknowingly, she raised her legs and wrapped
them around his hips as he increased his rhythm.

He kissed her once more, quick and hard.

"Baby...oh, sweetheart," he murmured. "Are you all
right? Is it good?"

He leaned on one arm and moved his free hand
around to hold her soft bottom, fondling it and
squeezing it firmly as he lifted her into his down-
strokes.

It was so good now that she didn't know how to
articulate it. The pain had turned to pleasure and
the pleasure was all encompassing. How had she
lived without this?

He didn't seem to expect an answer, and he kept
moving his hips in that slow, rolling wave of
motion.

"Baby...you feel so good," he said, locking her
gaze with his own. "So wet and tight...and so bloody
hot. Never been like this...never... you're the one...."

Buffy couldn't hold back a soft cry of his name.

Devlin's eyes burned with new heat at the sound.

"You're the one, Buffy," he said again, pumping a little
faster. "You're all I want...all....I...want..."

Obeying her instincts one more time, she unwrapped
her legs from around him and planted her feet flat
on the mattress, then lifted her hips up into him,
meeting each increasingly strong and demanding
thrust.

He went wild, growling deep in his throat, pumping
faster and harder. Burying his face against the side
of her neck, he felt the beginning of her climax.

"Do it, baby...come for me...I want to feel it...make
it tighter, love...that's perfect...yes...so sweet...my
beauty...my star...unh...unh...now, love....now....do
it now....now....Buffy....AHHH...NOWWWW!"

Her moisture slickened him as he drenched her womb
with a flood of semen.

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

The act of love...performed with love.

It was better than anything he'd ever dreamed of.




TBC......
(I'll bet you thought they'd NEVER get here,
didn't you?)





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