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.
AN: Sorry about teasing you with "The End"
last chapter. Spike made me do it!
Part thirty-four...
Buffy barely made it through the day.
She drove back to her house after seeing Spike off,
showered, then tried to repair the damage crying had
caused in her appearance.
Breakfast held no appeal for her, but she drank three
cups of coffee, over sweetening them nearly to the point
of un-drinkability, for no other reason than it was how Spike
liked it.
Her class, bless their little hearts, seemed once again to
sense that she was unhappy and we're oddly well behaved
all day. She appreciated it, but it only made her feel more
than ever that something was out of place in her life.
Spike hadn't called.
She had watched the clock closely, estimating just about
what time he would reach San Francisco. Giving him an extra
hour to get settled at the hotel, she waited, keeping a sharp
ear out for the ring of the office phone.
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When school was out, she drove home faster than she
should have, almost blowing through a red light in her
distracted hurry.
There were no messages on her answering machine, its
little red light holding steady no matter how hard she stared
at it, or what sort of dire punishment she mentally threatened
it with.
At six thirty, she made herself a sandwich and flipped on the
television to watch the evening news.
Predictably, the minute her mouth was full, the phone
rang.
She dove for it, painfully swallowing food that she hadn't
finished chewing.
"Hello?"
"Sandra? It's Todd."
Disappointment stabbed her sharply in the heart.
"You have the wrong number," she snapped, aware of how
rude she sounded, and slamming the phone back into its
cradle.
Less than thirty seconds later, it rang again.
"Hello?"
"Sandra?"
This time, her disappointment was tempered by irritation.
"No. There's no one here named Sandra."
"Shit!" the caller muttered, hanging up without a word of
apology.
She didn't even have a chance to sit down before the next
call.
"Is Sandra there?"
Buffy sighed. The last thing she needed was this idiot
tying up her line. "You just missed her, Todd. I'll tell her
to call you."
Collapsing on the couch, she tried to concentrate on
some news blurb telling her that a common household
item might be slowly killing her, without revealing just
what the devil it was. She might have been concerned,
but she knew her mother would fill her in on the gruesome
details.
While she was mulling over the countless possibilities,
the phone rang. Frustration drove her anger level sky
high as she grabbed the phone.
"Are you brain damaged or something?" she almost
screamed, wishing she had a whistle handy to puncture
'Todd's' ear drums. "Sandra's not here!"
"Oh. Well, in that case, can I speak to Buffy?" an
amused voice replied.
Her heart began beating double time. "Spike?"
"Yeah. Who's Sandra?"
She gave him a brief run down of the 'Todd and Sandra'
situation."
"So...other than that, how was your day?"
"Don't ask. I take it you made it to San Francisco?"
"This afternoon, yeah. I'd have called earlier but I wanted
to wait until you got home so I could whisper dirty things
in your ear."
Remembering the last phone conversation they'd had,
she grinned. "Should I go upstairs and change into
something slutty?"
Devlin chuckled, a low sexy growl that curled her toes.
"Maybe next time," he teased.
"How's the hotel. Is it nice?"
"Oh, yeah. Got a suite on the top floor that's quite posh.
"Sounds great."
"There's a huge bathroom, and its got one of those
bathtubs that looks like a pool."
"Really?" Buffy murmured. "Wow."
"Separate shower stall, too. Its got...six faucets!"
She continued to make all the right responses as he
rhapsodized over the luxurious accommodations.
"I can see almost the whole city from the terrace. Hey!
There's a hot tub out there!"
Buffy was beginning to tire of hearing what a sensational
time he was having without her, and wondering why he
felt the need to go on and on about it. It was salt in a
wound that hadn't even begun to heal.
"Did you know that there's a whole section of this city
devoted to chocolate? It's bloody marvelous!"
It figured that he'd find out about THAT five minutes after
hitting town.
When he started describing the offerings on the room
service menu, she decided that enough was enough.
"Spike...can't we talk about something else?" she asked,
trying not to sound as irritated as she felt. "Why do you
keep going on about the hotel. I mean, I'm glad it's so
nice, but...."
"Because..." he interrupted, then hesitated.
"Because what?"
"Because I'm trying to tempt you into coming up here
for the weekend."
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She forgot her irritability in an adrenalin rush of
excitement. "You..."
Obviously assuming that she was about to auto-
matically turn him down, he rushed ahead of her.
"Buffy...please, honey. It wouldn't take you long
to get here. You could leave after work tomorrow."
"I...."
"I know I'd be busy in the evenings, but after the
concert, I'm all yours. And during the day we'd
have some time."
"If I...."
"It's really a beautiful city, luv. I want to show it to
you."
"Spike!" Exasperated at her inability to get a word in, she
raised her voice. "You don't have to talk me into it!"
There was another long silence on the line.
"Are you sure this is Buffy?" he finally asked in that
smart ass tone of voice she loved.
"Very funny."
"So...does that mean you'll come?"
Would she ever!
She smiled. "Mind you...I wouldn't do this for just
anybody."
"Just for me, right?"
"Yes. Just for you."
"Because you love me."
"That's right."
He released a deep breath. "God, I can't wait to see you,"
he whispered. "Kiss you, and touch you."
Pushing away the worry that being with him for the weekend
would only make it harder when he had to leave again, Buffy
took on her practical, school teacher persona.
"Okay...if I pack a bag and take it with me in the morning,
I can leave right after work. I just had my car tuned up, so
all I need to do is stop for gas. How long do you think..."
"Buffy..."
"What?"
"I wasn't suggesting that you drive, sweetheart."
She braced herself, knowing what was coming.
"It's only an hour flight."
Yep. She'd been right.
"On a plane?" she asked softly.
"Well, yeah. Of course on a plane. Unless you can
fly without one."
"Ha-ha."
"Is flying another first for you, Miss Buffy? Baby, there's
nothing to be afraid of."
"I'm not exactly...afraid."
Scared to death was a far more accurate description.
"And please," she added, "don't quote the statistics on how
much safer I am in an airplane than in a car."
"But that's true."
"Maybe, but I've never fallen six thousand feet out of
my car."
She already knew she wasn't going to win this one. Spike
had the perfect argument, and he used it.
"Baby...the sooner you get here, the more time we'll have
together. All those hours you'll spend driving are hours I
can be making love to you," he said, his voice deepening.
Checkmate!
"Oh, all right," she gave in. "But that's an unfair way to
get me to do what you want."
"As long as it works. Listen, baby...I want to make this as
easy as I can for you. Can you leave your car at the school
for the weekend?"
"I guess so."
"Right, then. I'll have a service pick you up from there and
take you to the airport."
"What about a ticket?" she asked faintly.
"I'll take care of all that for you, luv," he replied in soothing
tones. "I'll call you later this evening with the information."
"Okay." Her voice sounded weak in her own ears, so she
cleared her throat and tried again. "Okay!"
"Buffy?"
"I'm still here."
"I love you."
Her taut nerves relaxed under the influence of his seductive
voice.
"I love you, too."
"See you tomorrow night?"
Frightened or not, her fanny was going to be on that plane!
"Yes. Tomorrow night."
She hoped they served some sort of alcohol on the flight. She
had a feeling she was going to be needing it.
TBC....
(I wasn't planning on getting them together again this soon,
but I felt a need to after the finale)
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