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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: AU. Spike Devlin is the
lead singer for the band 'Blue Eyed
Devil'. Buffy Summers is the local
preschool teacher he falls in love with
shortly before leaving for a nationwide
tour.



Part twenty-seven.....


The telephone woke them at 11:30 Sunday morning.

It was still raining, and the room was dark even through her
sheer white curtains. Every so often, there was a flash of
lightning, followed by a boom of thunder.

Buffy's hand reached over Devlin's chest, groping around for
the phone on her night table. "H'lo," she said sleepily.

"Buffy, hi! How have you been?"

The voice was familiar, but it took her a moment to put
a face to it.

"Fine," she said softly, sitting up and turning her back on
the man sleeping beside her. "How about you...Really?...I
didn't know that...That's great...Congratulations....Pretty soon
you'll be running that bank...I know you have...What?...Oh,
I don't know...When?...I...I don't think I can, Riley...I already
have plans for today...Tonight, too...."

Technically, Spike hadn't mentioned any particular plans,
but wasn't it part of the boyfriend/girlfriend dynamic to assume
such things on a weekend?

She put Riley off as well as she could, promising to talk to
him later in the week. As she replaced the handset, a strong
arm slid around her waist and hauled her back the foot and a
half she'd scooted away.

Molding his naked body securely around hers, Spike began
kissing the side of her throat. "Who was that?" he asked, his
voice perfectly alert, not in the slightest bit sleepy sounding.
He'd obviously been awake through her entire conversation with
Riley.

Buffy wasn't sure what she should say. Riley wasn't anyone
terribly important in her life. She'd dated him a few times, and
they'd exchanged some rather tepid embraces. He had made no
secret of the fact that he wanted to get to know her much better,
but she'd always held back.

Of course, now she knew why. Subconsciously, she must have
known that she was meant to love someone else.

But her 'someone else' was going to be leaving in a few
short days, and he hadn't really said anything about coming
back. She couldn't say for certain whether he even WOULD be
returning, let alone when.

Maybe, it was time to push a couple of buttons.

"That was Riley," she said casually. "He's a...friend."

The arm around her waist tightened. "Sounded like he was
asking you out today," Devlin growled, propping his head
on his hand and looking down at her.

She shrugged casually. "He works at the bank and I guess
he just got some kind of huge promotion...assistant manager
or something. He wanted to celebrate."

"With you?" Spike's dark brows slanted together in a frown.

Buffy stretched her arms over her head. "I guess so."

He lay silently for a moment. "I heard you say you'd see him
later in the week."

"Well...he asked me out for dinner. I didn't say I'd go."

Spike turned over onto his back, staring at the pattern
of the rain on the window. After a long pause, he turned
and looked at her. "I don't want you going out with him."

She was a little surprised at his tone. "He's a friend,"
she said defensively.

"I...I don't think so," he replied. "He's a man who's interested
in you."

"You're exaggerating the case."

He sat up and grabbed his jeans off the floor. "I really
don't think I am," he said curtly, standing to yank his pants
up. He turned to look at her, wrenching his zipper up so
violently that she gasped. "You've gone out with him before,"
he accused.

Buffy sat up as well, holding the sheet up over her breasts. "Yes,"
she admitted, wishing suddenly that she'd never started this in
the first place. She should have known she wouldn't be able to
pull it off. "So?"

He folded his arms across his chest. "Have you done anything
with him?"

"Have I...what? What's THAT supposed to mean?" she asked,
her spine stiffening.

"Well, I know you haven't slept with him. Have you kissed him?"

His tone was getting way too demanding and it was beginning to
irritate her. "I'm not sure that's any of your business," she replied
cooly.

"Oh, well...excuse the fuck out of me," he said, flinging his
hands up. "I thought you being my girlfriend sort of made it
my business."

"Well, you thought wrong!" she informed him. "My past has
nothing at all to do with you, and I don't appreciate being
interrogated about it."

"Fine." His hands were now on his hips, his eyes narrowing. "I
won't interrogate you any further."

"Thank you."

"But I don't want you seeing this guy."

Buffy, who had no real interest in seeing Riley anyway,
wasn't about to sit still for this. She yanked the top sheet
loose and wrapped it around her as she stood up. Pushing
her hair out of her eyes, they faced off across the expanse
of the bed.

"You want to run that by me one more time?" she asked,
her own eyes snapping with irritation.

"What part didn't you understand?" he asked in a snotty
tone of voice.

"The part where you tell me what I can and can't do! Who
exactly do you think you are?"

His brows arched. "I thought I was your boyfriend. If I'm
wrong, tell me now."

God....how had this turned into such a mess?

She had to struggle to keep her voice down. "You don't have
the right to tell me who I can be friends with."

"That guy doesn't want to be your friend," he countered. "He
wants you!"

"You don't even know him!" she yelled. "He could be
sixty years old...or already involved with someone...or
gay! You can't possibly know what he wants after
listening to one half of a five minute phone conversation!"

"Is he any of those things?" Spike demanded.

"Well....no....but that's not the point." Buffy clenched her
hands into fists to keep them from shaking. "God...I don't
believe you're acting this way! What's the matter with
you?"

"Oh, because I don't want my girl seeing some other
guy, that means there's something wrong with me?" He
yanked his shirt up off the floor and dragged it over his
head. "Maybe," he added, buckling his belt, "there's
something wrong with you!"

"Like what?" she cried. "What did I do?"

"Maybe...now you've gotten a little taste of THIS," he
snapped, cupping his hand over his crotch and squeezing
it, "you want to see what else is available. Zat
your problem, love? You looking to cut a few more
notches on your bedpost? See if there's something
better?"


All the color drained out of Buffy's face as she stared at
him in shocked disbelief. Who had he turned into? "I...I
don't..." she stammered, unable to form a coherent sen-
tence.

"Maybe something bigger?" Devlin asked snidely. "Is
that it, babe? Think old Riley has a bigger cock for you
to ride?"

The color that had washed away returned to her instantly,
mounting high in her cheeks as her eyes darkened with
rage at his crude questions.

"You...you GET OUT!" she screamed, pointing at the
door and stamping her foot. "GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!"

"FINE!" he roared back, grabbing his boots off the floor
and heading for the door. He yanked it open so violently
that it banged against the wall with a resounding "crack".

As he clattered down the stairs, Buffy ran out and leaned
over the landing. "DON'T COME BACK...EVER!!"

Devlin stopped at the front door. With one hand on the
knob, he turned around and spat, "No problem...Miss
Buffy."

The door slammed behind him, the sound coinciding with
another loud clap of thunder.

Buffy remained at the top of the stairs. The anger
had mysteriously vanished, leaving her mute with
pain as tears began to brim over in her eyes.

One hand slowly raised to cover her trembling lips,
and she sank down on the floor...staring at the empty
doorway.

What had she done?





TBC.....

(The reason Buffy appears to be blaming
herself, when it's really Spike who behaved
badly, is because she feels like she may have
instigated the argument by not just telling him
that Riley means nothing to her. Maybe not
logical, but since when is love logical?

I also felt that Devlin was getting a little
too good to be true. I wanted to give him a
character flaw, and jealousy was about
the only thing I could think up, since I didn't
want him to be a liar or unfaithful, or abusive)





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