Title: Blue Eyed Devil
Author: Pattyanne
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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 Forty-six:
Relief fought with shock for dominance as her primary
emotion, with a slight tinge of anger coming up on
the inside track. Buffy's jaw sagged at the same time
her eyes narrowed.
"What?" she yelped, jumping to her feet as she decided
to let that slight infusion of anger carry her along for the
moment. "Spike....William Christopher....you....is that
supposed to be funny?!"
"My proposal?" He looked at the box balancing on
his palm and smiled at her broadly. "Wasn't supposed to
be, no. Why, do you feel like laughing?"
It was a dangerous question, since she hardly looked
amused.
"No! No, I don't!" she announced loudly. Turning, she
grabbed one of the throw pillows from the sofa and flung it
directly at his head. "You scared the life out of me...letting
me think you....you were going to....OH!"
Spike ducked the first cushion, then moved quickly out
of range when he saw her looking for more ammunition.
Rather than apologize, he chuckled, which only infuriated
her more. "Buffy....come on, love....can't you take a joke?"
Another cushion came flying straight at him, whomping
him right in the face, but he still managed to keep grinning
at her.
"I can take a joke." She picked up the TV guide and lobbed
it at him. "If that had been funny, I'd be laughing right about
now!"
Lifting one arm, Spike deflected the magazine and ducked
behind the armchair. "Well...all that aside, luv...you gonna
marry me?"
Panting, her chest heaving, she glared at him. "I wouldn't
marry you if....."
"Wait, wait, I know," he cut her off, still laughing like a
hyena. "If I was the last fellow on earth?"
".....my life depended on it!" she finished, picking up a
glass candy dish and hefting its weight in her hand.
His smile finally dropped away. "You throw THAT at me
and it just might," he warned her.
"I'll take my chances." The undercurrent of arousal that
was always laced through their encounters was growing
stronger inside her by the instant. Although she was
fairly certain at this point that she would be accepting his
proposal, she surely wasn't about to let him win this round
easily. "If you think I'm going to.....wait!.....no, Spike!...."
Her final word ended on a squeal that slid up the scale as
he lowered his head and dove straight at her. Before she even
knew it had happened, he had the candy dish out of her hand
and dropped harmlessly on the sofa. He then bent over and
scooped her up, dropping her over his shoulder and heading for
the stairs.
"Say you'll marry me!" he demanded, stomping upstairs, letting
his feet hit each riser a bit on the hard side which elicited soft
"oomphs' from her parted lips.
"Don't....don't hold.....your breath," she managed to say,
keeping the giddy laughter at bay.
"Wrong answer, love." His hand landed on her bottom, a
gentle spank that ended with a playful pinch. "I'll give you
another chance."
Buffy's heart pounded with mad excitement. "Forget it!"
This time the spank was a little harder. "Hey!"
"I can keep this up all night," he said, rubbing her
bottom and crossing the threshold into the bedroom. "Among
other things."
"You're pushing it, Spike," she informed him, then squealed
once again when he dumped her on the bed.
He just gave her another one of his cocky smiles and winked
at her. "Come on, love," he said, holding up the jewelers
box and slowly opening the lid. "Look what I've got for you. Just
say the magic words and this beautiful two and one quarter
carat heart shaped diamond ring will be on your finger where
it belongs...."
Buffy stared at the ring in question, nestled in it's bed of
black satin box. "Oh, my gosh..." Her voice was a whisper.
"Oh, Spike..."
He looked immensely pleased with himself. "You like it,
baby?"
She couldn't come up with a word strong enough to signify
just how very much she liked this ring. Her lower lip quivered
and her eyes misted a little.
Spike instantly snapped the box closed. "You cry and you
can't have it," he warned her.
He was most certainly teasing, which she knew, but she was
willing to play along. "I won't cry," she promised, holding
out her left hand and wiggling her fingers.
The bed shifted as he placed one knee on it. Removing the
ring from it's box, he took her hand. "This is an official accept-
ance then?"
Care and caution could go to hell and never come back
as far she was concerned. If his absence had taught
her one thing, it was the plain fact that ANY life with him,
no matter the limits, was better than a perfect life without
him. "Yes," she nodded.
"You can't take it back you know. Once the ring goes
on, you're stuck with me."
"I know."
The gold band hovered at the tip of her left ring finger, its
gem winking in the lamplight.
"Last chance to back out," he said quietly.
The serious turn of his voice caught her attention, and she
turned her gaze from the mesmerizing ring to look up at
him. "Why would I want to do that?"
He shrugged. "We haven't known each other very long."
This was new. Normally she was the hesitant half of their
whole, and Spike the one who jumped head first
without looking to see if there was water in the pool.
Her heart thudded in her chest. "That doesn't matter," she
heard herself say. "I love you...and I know what I want."
Taking a deep breath and releasing it, he lowered himself
to the mattress beside her. "I'll be gone for a long time."
It was the last thing in the world she wanted a reminder of,
but she pushed the gloomy thought to one side. "I know. I'll
be all right."
Their normal dichotomy seemed to have shifted, as though
their contradictory qualities and personalities had swapped
places.
Now, HE was warning HER to be sure and look before she
leapt.
It was too late, though. She was already teetering on the
edge and ready to jump.
"Look," she said briskly. "if you're trying to wriggle out of
this on a technicality then you're wasting your time. You
already asked and I accepted, so quit trying to talk me out
of it."
"I wasn't trying to....."
She placed her right hand over his mouth. "Does the phrase
'breach of promise' mean anything to you?"
He nodded, his eyes crinkling at the corners as she felt
him smile beneath her hand.
"Good," she added, smiling back at him. "Can I have my ring
now?"
Spike took her right hand away from his mouth and raised
her left, finally securing the ring in its proper place. "Well,
Miss Buffy......looks like we're engaged."
Hypnotized by the sparkle and brilliance of the stone, Buffy
tilted her hand to catch the light in it. "So it would seem."
Suddenly tumbling her backwards onto the bed, he pinned
her with his own body and caught her wrists. "Now...let's talk
about where you were earlier this evening."
She made a face. "Oh, do we have to?"
Hot gentian eyes glittered in the low light. "Tell me."
Since there was no way out of it...and since she wanted
to move on to a proper reunion...Buffy sighed and
capitulated. "What do you want to know?"
"I want to know why my girlfriend appeared to be
out on a date with another man."
"It wasn't a date," she protested.
One eyebrow arched. "You were out with him...in a
public place....having a meal....."
"No," she put in quickly, "having coffee."
Lying beside her, he propped his head on one hand. "Let's
not shuffle semantics. You were out with him."
"Well....I was. Yes. But I had a good reason for it."
Spike's lower lip curved in a smile. "I'm waiting to hear it."
As quickly and concisely as she could, Buffy presented her
explanation. Spike listened, inserting an occasional ques-
tion or remark.
Upon the conclusion of her story, she shut her mouth and
waited for his response.
He gave the appearance of man thinking something over
with grave care, but as he was shifting on the bed in order
to move on top of her, she was content to wait it out.
"So...it's done with him?" he asked, leaning down to kiss
her throat.
"Mm-hmm....all done." Buffy's head tilted back, offering him
more access.
"Good." He took a taste of her skin. "Now...it's time for
some payback."
She could hardly wait!
***************************************
Spike kissed her mouth, muffling the soft moan that
rose inside of her when she felt one of his hands caress
her breast through her blouse.
Coaxing her tongue into his mouth, he sucked on it
gently, tugging at her nipple with the same rhythmic
pull.
Her pleasure level was rising fast, making her arch her
back.
Spike drew back, then kissed his way down her neck,
nuzzling the soft skin over her collar bone. "Buffy...I've
missed you so much," he murmured.
"S-Spike....."
"Shhh." His hand came up and worked open the buttons
of her blouse. "Mmm.....nice," he added upon spying the
frilly little nothings of her underwear. "You are so damn
sexy."
His voice was husky, unbearably arousing. She smiled up
into his eyes. "You, too."
Spike made quick work of unhooking her bra, then bent
his head again, licking each hard nipple. "You feel how
hard I am?" he whispered, grinding his pelvis against
her. "You do that to me."
He kissed and licked his way down her body, tugging
her skirt off. His tongue darted into her navel, tickling her
until she was twisting to get away from the teasing torture.
"Hold still, Miss Buffy," he breathed hotly against her
skin while he pulled her panties down and off. His hand
slipped up between her thighs and he slipped one finger
up inside of her.
She was shocked to realize that the mere touch of that
one finger had her close to climax. Her internal muscles
tightened around it without her control, the rest of her
body remaining rigidly still.
"That's my girl." Giving her navel one last kiss, he pro-
ceeded on down, nuzzling the warm skin over her flat
abdomen.
Something about that particular touch set off bells inside
of her. Her fingers playing with his silky hair, she sighed
and closed her eyes. "Spike...?"
"Hmm?" he replied, the sound muffled against her flesh.
"I want children, you know?"
That made him raise his head and look at her. "Good, cuz
I plan on giving you several."
Buffy opened her eyes and met his intent gaze. "Really?"
He grinned. "Yeah, really. Lots of beautiful babies."
Lots of them? "How many is lots of them?"
Spike shrugged. "How about three...with an option on a
fourth?"
That sounded reasonable to her. "Perfect."
He nodded and went back to his task. Kissing and nibbling
her hipbones, he seemed to want to taste her everywhere
as his finger began to slide smoothly in and out.
A small orgasm hit her with no warning, making her gasp
loudly and lift her hips. Her head thrashed on the pillow
as he helped her through it by rubbing her clit with his thumb.
The moment she relaxed, he shoved himself up and off
the bed, undressing quickly.
Buffy lay on the bed, watching him, panting for air and
holding out her arms. He fell into her embrace and buried
his face against the side of her neck.
"I want inside you," he rasped in her ear, wedging her
thighs further apart with his knee.
She wanted that just as badly. "Yes....Spike..." Reaching
down, she touched him. When her fingers wrapped around
his erection, he sucked in air.
Grasping both her wrists, he pinned them to the bed over
her head, settled himself more fully on top of her, and began
pushing in, stretching her, using their combined moisture to
ease his way in.
Buffy looked up at him, seeing his features taut with
fierce concentration, his eyes almost black with heat and
lust.
His mouth came down on hers, his tongue thrusting
deeply, as he buried himself completely.
She knew almost immediately that this wasn't going to
be a slow, lingering experience. They'd been apart
just long enough to insure that their first time back
together would be a hard, fast, and wildly exciting
ride.
Once he began to thrust steadily, there was no stopping
him. His pace never slowed, his rhythm never faltered. It
was a steady pounding, designed to bring them both the
maximum amount of pleasure as quickly as possible.
His hips grinding against hers with each impaling thrust,
he made sure that she felt the friction on her clit, giving
her what she needed to take her over the edge.
No sooner was she through one climax than he had her
heading for another one. This time, he rolled them both
over until she was on top. "Get up on your knees," he
ordered.
She did as he asked, placing her hands on his chest. "This
way?"
"Yeah." He held his shaft in one hand, repositioning himself
at her entrance. "Now take it in."
Her smile teased him. "Kind of bossy, aren't you?"
He grabbed her hips. "Sit on it, Buffy."
She laughed, letting him pull her down until he was
back inside of her, tightly clasped by her body.
"More," he grunted, his jaw clenched. Grabbing her
backside, he pushed up when she came down. It was
a tight fit.
Her nails dug into his chest, leaving marks on his skin.
Steadily pumping in and out, he raised his head from the
pillow and latched on to one tightly peaked nipple,
sucking it until she felt a stinging ache that he soothed
with his tongue.
Upon finishing with one breast, he moved his face to the other,
licking her with long strokes of his tongue, then flicking the
nipple rapidly.
Buffy moaned, pushing herself more fully forward, urging
him to open his mouth, then pushing her breast inside to be
sucked. She felt every pull of his mouth all the way down to
her core.
He released her from his mouth, panting for oxygen. "Come
on, baby," he grunted harshly. "Come for me. I want to feel you
come...I want to watch it...do it for me....that's it....good girl..make
it tighter...unh....yeah....tighter....harder....."
Those softly muttered words did the trick. She let herself go
completely, barely noticing that he was once again turning
her over. Her climax was still fluttering through her when he
got up on his knees and hauled her down.
Draping her legs over his shoulders, he pounded into her hard
and fast, seeking his own release, straining for that powerful
rush of sensation.
To her own everlasting shock, Buffy climaxed again with
intoxicating speed. This time, he came along with her,
ejaculating thick spurts of semen inside her, roaring with
his own pleasure which was magnified by hers.
*************************************
"Oh...my....god...."
Lying next to her, he chuckled. "You're welcome."
"Three times!"
"You're a wonder to behold, baby. An absolute wonder."
He sounded sleepy, so she reached over and turned off
the bedside lamp, then snuggled down next to him. His arm
curved around her, keeping her close.
"Still gonna marry me?" he asked softly.
"Mm-hmm. Still....."
"Good. Sleep now."
Unwilling to sleep their precious time away, in the end, she
couldn't control it and gave in.
TBC...
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