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Blue Eyed Devil/ part 18






"I just now thought of something."

Buffy opened her eyes and found him lying
beside her, his head propped on his hand.

"What's that?" she asked.

"Birth control. Are you angry?"

How could she be angry? She hadn't thought of it
either. Until now...

"I'm sorry," he said.

Buffy met his gaze straight on. "You don't really look
all that sorry," she informed him.

Spike couldn't deny it, and no one was more surprised
by that fact than he was himself. He'd had his share
of brief relationships and even a few one night stands,
but he was always careful to provide protection.

With Buffy, though...it had been the absolute furthest
thing from his mind. All he'd been able to think about
was her, about how beautiful and sweet she was, and
how badly he'd wanted her. He wouldn't have been able
to stop and fumble around with a condom if his life had
depended on it.

He wanted a family someday, had always planned on
having one...when he met the right woman.

The right woman....

Was she here with him now? Lying beside him, looking
at him with heavenly green eyes, in a room scented with
the fragrance of perfume and sex.

Yes. This had to be her. He wouldn't be nearly as
calm and relaxed discussing the possible consequences
of unprotected intercourse with any other woman.

Buffy would be a spectacular mother. All you had to
do was watch her for five minutes with her little students
to know that. Tenderness and caring for them emanated
from her in huge amounts.

An incredible feeling of good fortune washed over him. How
lucky could one guy get?

He was in bed with a woman that he was falling in
love with by leaps and bounds. She was beautiful and
sexy, and sweetly innocent at the same time. A face
that was cameo perfect...and a body that could stop
traffic. With a wealth of golden brown hair for his
fingers to get lost in, and the softest skin he'd ever
touched...she was perfect.

Add on the fact that she made him laugh just
by being herself, and that she loved kids, and
he was brought all the way back to his original
question; How lucky could one guy get?

He placed his hand lightly on her stomach, rubbing
it gently. What if there was already a child growing
inside of her? She was young and healthy, and no
doubt fertile. There was no reason why a baby
couldn't have been conceived.

He'd certainly done HIS part, he decided,
grinning arrogantly. He couldn't ever remember
being so turned on and coming so hard....and so
much. Yes, she was probably....

"You don't need to worry," she said, placing
her hand over his. "It's not the right time of the month
for that to happen."

Oh.

Oh, well....it was most likely for the best. That
wasn't a good way to hold on to a woman. A
baby should be planned for, by a husband and
wife. He had very strong opinions on that subject,
disliking the casual relationships that he saw so
much of in his profession. There were a lot of
people in his immediate circle of friends and
acquaintances that had more than one child without
ever bothering to get married.

It wasn't going to be that way for him. He wanted
the entire package...the bride, the house with the
picket fence, the dog and cat....and the little ones.

Someday.

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

Buffy turned on her side, wincing slightly from
the ache between her legs. Her cheeks turned
pink at the sticky feel of her thighs peeling
apart.

This losing of one's virginity was not all moonlight
and roses, no matter what the romance novels
touted. Although painful at first, the sex itself had
become wonderful, and the pleasure she'd felt
was everything she'd dreamed it would be.

The aftermath, though, was a different story. The
lingering soreness, and the messy feel of their
mingled fluids wasn't heaven on earth.

But looking into the dark blue eyes of the man
who'd taught her the meaning of sexual desire, she
couldn't have cared less about the discomfort.

And she was eager to learn more.

"What are you thinking about?" she asked him.

He hesitated for a moment, then shrugged. "Just
about you, luv. Did I hurt you?"

Buffy could hardly lie about it. "It hurt at first, but
you made it better." She placed one hand on his
cheek, smiling when he turned his head and kissed
her palm. "I guess I should have told you."

He raised one eyebrow. "Why didn't you?" When she
couldn't seem to find an answer, he provided one. "Did
you think that I wouldn't want you if I knew ahead of
time that you were a virgin?"

Buffy smiled ruefully. It seemed kind of silly to hear
it out loud.

Devlin chuckled. "I'll tell you the truth," he said. "I've
wanted you from the second I laid eyes on you. The
way you tossed your head and gave me that 'who
the hell do you think YOU are' look. Ignoring me,
then ordering me to get back up on stage and stop
pestering you."

"Not used to women telling you to go away, are
you?" Buffy asked.

"Hell, no," he admitted. "But that's just one of the
reasons I came after you." He wrapped one lock
of her hair around his finger, rubbing it with his thumb.
"When I saw you at the school the next day...I
knew I was right to come looking. You absolutely
knocked me out, ya know? Watching you play with
the kids...then seeing you stomping across the yard
to give me all kinds of hell."

Buffy remembered it, too. She'd never forget.

"I'll tell you a secret," he said, leaning closer. "When
you were telling me off that day...I wanted to grab
hold of you and throw you over my shoulder, carry
you to my car, kicking and screaming. Just disappear
with you....and make love to you for days and days."

She felt her heart rate speed up.

"And someday?" he added. "That's exactly what I'm
gonna do."

The scenario he'd just described sounded mightily
appealing to Buffy.

"Well," she said, returning his smile, "when you do...I
don't think I'll be kicking and screaming."

Moving closer still, he leaned down to kiss her. "Don't
say that, yet," he murmured. "I think I can make you
scream...just a bit."

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

Before their lips came together, the clock radio
clicked on and startled them apart.

".....gonna be a nice one today, with highs in
the lower 80s inland, and the mid 70s at the
beach, but temperatures will drop in the early
part of next...."

Buffy turned and banged on top of the gadget
until it shut up. "Sorry," she said, facing him
again.

Spike peered at the red digital numbers. "It's
Saturday," he said. "Why in the world do you have
that set for 5:30 in the bloody A.M.?"

Pushing her hair back out of her eyes, she made
a face. "I usually go to the gym," she confessed.

He flopped over onto his back. "You've gotta be
kidding me," he said, looking up at her. "You're not
gonna do it today...are you?"

Buffy was about to say no, when a little devil with
a pitchfork prodded her. "I really should. I go three
days a week."

"Can't you go tomorrow?"

"But that would break my routine," she answered.

Devlin took a deep breath, preparing to argue
until he got his way. "Oh, come on. Live danger-
ously."

"You could come with me," Buffy suggested. "I
can bring a guest."

"At THIS hour of the morning?" He shook his head
firmly. "No, thanks."

Buffy shrugged. "Suit yourself," she said, turning
to roll out of bed.

Before she could slip away, he grabbed her arm
and hauled her back down. "Baby, you don't need
to go the gym," he informed her, a wicked light
dancing in his eyes. "I can give you a proper work-
out right here."

She melted under the heat of his gaze. "Can you?"

"Oh, yeah," he assured her, moving her beneath
him. "I'll give you all the...exercise...you can handle,
little girl."

Buffy pretended to consider the offer. "Well...all right.
But I have to take a shower first."

He just grinned at her. "Lead the way."

TBC...





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