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: 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 thirty-one....
Sometime during the night, the rain had stopped for good. Fat,
black clouds began to dissipate, leaving behind a bright, full
moon.
They slept spooned together at first, but at some point Buffy had
rolled onto her back. The resultant jostling of the mattress woke
Spike up for a moment. When she settled back into a deeper
sleep, he moved down a little in the bed and placed his head on
her breast to listen to the strong beat of her heart.
He passed several moments this way, utterly at peace with the
world, lulled by her soft, steady breathing. But at the instant he
was about to slip back into his own sleep, dark thoughts began to
prey on his mind, the sort of thoughts that always seem to make
themselves known when a person woke up in the small hours of the
morning.
Despite the evidence to contrary that was beating steadily in his
ear, he began to feel terribly afraid that he was going to lose this
girl. Not lose her love, but lose HER.
In three days he had to pack his bags and leave. What if something
happened to her while he was gone? The world was fast becoming
a dangerous place, and no one seemed to be immune to it. He'd
be unable to protect her.
Anything could happen to her. She could have a car accident...or
she could be mugged in front of the ATM. California seemed to have
a regular problem with earthquakes, which were usually followed up
by raging brush fires.
Without him realizing it, his arms tightened around her.
Or she could get sick. Oh, god...what if she got sick? Yes, her
heartbeat sounded strong and healthy, but he was no doctor. What
if there was something there...some little genetic flaw never de-
tected? It happened all the time, perfectly fit people just dropping
dead suddenly for no apparent reason.
A veritable laundry list of horrible possibilities began to run through
his mind, giving him no peace. All he could think to do was hold her
tighter and make silent pleas to whatever God might be listening. He
begged and promised and offered deals, willing to do anything...ANY-
THING...to keep her safe and well and with him.
The next thing he knew, Buffy was gently shaking him awake.
******************************
"Boy, you weren't kidding when you said you were hard to get up
in the morning," she said, smiling down at him.
"You misunderstood," he replied, his voice slurred with sleep. "I
said I'm hard AND up in the morning. Want to feel?"
She retrieved her hand before he could lead it under the sheets. "Love
to. Can't. Got to go to work."
Spike pried his eyelids open. Grey morning sunlight filtered in through
the window. "What time is it?"
"Nearly 7:30," Buffy said, leaning over to slip her shoes on. "You
don't have to get up yet. I put clean towels in the bathroom and
I set up the coffee maker. There's cereal and eggs. Help yourself to
anything you want."
"I want YOU," he muttered, trying to make a grab for her. "You smell
good."
"Showers will do that for a person." She stood in front of her vanity
mirror and slipped her small gold hoops into the tiny holes in her
earlobes. Her hair was neatly braided, and she took one last look in the
mirror to check her appearance.
"I have to go now," she said, leaning over to kiss him goodbye. "Much
as I'd love nothing better than to spend the day here in bed with you."
His expression had a definite element of 'pout' to it, but she steeled
herself against it and slipped away before he could tighten his hold
on her.
"Hey!" he complained. Sitting up in bed, the covers pooled around
his waist, he looked at her plaintively. "Aren't you forgetting something?"
She thought it over for a moment. "I don't think so."
"Well!" he grumbled, folding his arms across his chest. "That's just
fine. Go ahead and leave without telling me you love me. See if I care."
Buffy leaned against the door jamb. "Spike?" she said softly, blowing him
a kiss when he glanced at her. "I love you. And later tonight....I'll show you
how much."
"You promise?" he asked. Laying back down on the bed, he stretched
his arms over his head and arched his back, briefly tensing his muscles,
putting on a little show for her benefit. "Okay, honey-baby. I'll see you
later."
Although she badly wanted to jump back into the bed and show him
just what she thought of such teasing, her mother-ingrained sense of
responsibility forbade it.
She would, however, make him pay for it...later.
******************************
The door to her classroom squeaked open slowly during quiet
time. Buffy looked up, hoping to see Spike, and was disappointed
when Willow walked in.
She perched on the side of Buffy's desk, her back towards the
sleeping children. "All right, you," she said, a giddy twinkle in her
eye. "Talk! I want to know everything. Don't leave out one single
detail."
"About what?" Buffy asked innocently.
Willow placed her hands flat on the desk and leaned closer. "Don't
play games with me, young lady. I'm not your mother. Now, spill
your guts."
After making a point of neatening up a desk that didn't need
it, Buffy sighed. "After you left the club that night...."
A few minutes later, having told the story as concisely as she
could without being too evasive or giving away too many personal
details, Buffy sat back in her chair, her chin propped on her hand.
Willow's eyes were as round as silver dollars. "That's just...that's an
amazing story. God, I wish he didn't have to leave. I hate that he has
to go!" she said, upset on Buffy's behalf.
"So do I," Buffy replied. She could feel a wave of unhappiness
approaching. To avoid being swamped by it, she forced herself
to smile. "But, he'll be back. He promised."
"And you believe him?" Willow's question wasn't mean spirited in
any way. It was simply her way of ascertaining the depth of Buffy's
commitment and trust towards a man she hadn't really known for
very long.
"I have faith," Buffy said firmly. "He'll come back to me."
"And then what?"
That was a very good question, and one that Buffy had no ready
answer for. Spike had promised to return, and she knew he would
keep that promise, but she had no idea as to what might happen
after that, or what kind of long range plans he had.
It was the one worry that just wouldn't stop nibbling at the edges
of her subconscious mind, the thing that she'd been fretting
about from the moment she'd acknowledged her attraction to
him; the differences in their lifestyles and their long term goals in
life.
Spike was destined for success...for stardom. It was obvious to
anyone who watched him perform and heard his music. He was going
to soar high, and he wouldn't be one of those shooting stars that
flared for a brief moment in time and then burned out. He was just
too damn good for that.
And what did that mean for her? What exactly did he want from
her, from this love affair that they'd entered into rather recklessly?
Would he stay here with her? Would he ask her to go away with
him, and if he did, what would her role in his life be? A girlfriend?
A lover?
A wife?
They'd never talked about their future together, so Buffy had no idea
how he felt about the subject of marriage. Suppose he wasn't inter-
ested in that sort of commitment? What would she do then? Could
she compromise her own values, pretending that it didn't matter, even
though it did?
All these tough questions were causing her to work up the
beginnings of a really juicy headache. "I don't know," she finally
answered her friend's question. "I'll think about it when I absolutely
have to."
It was clear that Buffy wanted to end the conversation, and Willow
prudently let the matter drop.
******************************
"I want all of you to look through your stack of letters and find
the ones that spell your name," Buffy said, handing each of
the children a sheet of construction paper. "When you think you've
found them, let me know and I'll give you a glue stick and some
glitter."
As the kids rooted through the paper letters, Willow popped her
head in through the open door. "Phone call in the office," she
informed Buffy.
No one ever called her at work, and Buffy's heart flip-flopped
in her chest. It had to be Spike.
She turned her class over to Willow's supervision and almost
ran to answer the phone. Stepping into Willow's private office,
she closed the door.
"Hello?"
"I just called...to say...I love you," a husky voice sang in her
ear.
"Oh, brother." Buffy rolled her eyes and dropped down into
the desk chair.
"Whhaat?" Spike asked. "Too cute?"
She laughed. "No. Just cute enough. Don't move or you'll
spoil it."
"How's school? Is my favorite audience behaving themselves
and minding Miss Buffy?"
"I haven't had to put anyone in time out, so yeah, I guess they
are." She glanced at her watch. Almost two o'clock. "Are
you still at my house?"
"No. Matter of fact, that's why I'm calling. I have to drive to
Los Angeles and take care of some business."
"Oh." She tried not to sound too crestfallen. "Tour business?"
she went on, hating to ask about the unpleasant subject.
"'Fraid so, love."
"Will I see you later?"
He hesitated. "Um...I don't know. I mean, I'm not sure how
long it'll take. If it gets real late then I'll probably spend the
night in a hotel, come back in the morning."
It was the last thing she wanted to hear, but she didn't want
him driving back if he was tired, so she made an agreeable
response.
They exchanged "I love yous" and went their separate
way.
********************
The phone rang as Buffy finished loading the dishwasher.
"Hello?"
"Hi, sweetheart."
"Hi. Where are you?"
"Too far away from you. I'm at the Marriott. Room 506."
"Is it nice?"
"Oh, yeah, it's quite posh. All the amenities."
"That's nice."
"How was your day, love?"
"Pretty good."
"Do you miss me?"
"You know I do."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
"So....what are you wearing?"
TBC...
(a short chapter, I know, but I'll make up
for it with the next one.)
feedback is so welcome!
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