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Title: Blue Eyed Devil
Author: Pattyanne
snapkik@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: None of the characters
belong to me.
Feedback: Of course!
Rating: Will vary, up to NC-17

Summary: AU. Spike Devlin is the
lead singer for the band 'Blue Eyed Devil'. Buffy
Summers is a local preschool teacher. They
meet and sparks fly!




Part five.....



Buffy wiped the chalkboard clean with slow, measured strokes
of the eraser, staring through the gray slate.

Her mind was still reeling from her earlier encounter, and
she'd purposely stayed late this evening to try and distract
herself with the little odds and ends of her preparations for
tomorrow's class.

But she couldn't concentrate on anything but him...couldn't
see anything but his blue eyes as they moved over her
body...couldn't hear anything but his voice tell her exactly
what he wanted from her....his voice...

"Well, well, well...if it isn't Miss Buffy. Still at school, and so
late at night."

She spun around in shock, clutching the eraser to her breast
like a shield. There he was...the man she'd been trying so
hard not to think about.

He was wearing another pair of snug jeans, fraying at the
knees. His boots were soft, scuffed leather, and he had on a
blue button down shirt....the exact color of his eyes.

"Tell me, teacher," he said, pacing slowly towards her with
his hands tucked into his front pockets. "Have you ever been
made love to...on your desk?"

She shook her head, no.

"Now that's a bloody shame," he added, stopping directly in
front of her. Before she knew it was happening, he had his
hands under her arms and was pulling her forward.

And then his mouth...that beautifully sinful mouth...was on
hers, devouring her like a hungry animal. His lips coaxed hers
apart, and his tongue slid sinuously between them, finding and
stroking hers.

Buffy's knees turned to water, and she clutched at him to keep
from falling to the floor.

Without lifting his mouth from hers, he walked her backwards
a few feet and sat her bottom down on the edge of her desk. Then,
with one sweep of his hand, he cleared it of the books and papers,
the pens and pencils, and all the other minutiae that cluttered up
her work space.

All of it landed on the floor in a messy pile.

"Oh, teacher," he whispered hotly in her ear. "Can you teach
me what you like? What gets you hot? Where you want to be
touched?"

He pushed her legs apart and stepped closer, easing her down
onto her back.

Of their own volition, her fingers slid from his shoulders up into
the silky mass of platinum curls. Curving inwards, they held him
to her.

"And then," he murmured, his lips traveling down her throat, "I'll
teach you what I like...where I want you to touch me...taste me."

His right hand began to unbutton her blouse. He pressed slow,
hot kisses to the skin he exposed.

Buffy was panting as she stared at the ceiling, fondling and
caressing his soft hair, holding him to her breast.

Spike Devlin wasted no time. With one hand, he easily undid
the front closure of her bra, then peeled the cups away from her
overheated flesh.

"God, you're beautiful," he breathed against her skin. "And I want
you so much."

She was through trying to resist this. Stubborn she might be, but
she wasn't stupid.

"Make love to me," she whispered, begging shamelessly. "Please..oh,
please. I want you..."

"And I want you, darling." He straightened up and pushed her skirt
up around her thighs. "Lift up," he directed her, then pulled the scrap
of satin and lace between her legs down and off.

Reaching for her hand, he lifted it to his lips and pressed a tender
kiss into her palm, then guided it down to the top snap of his pants.

Without a second thought, she unfastened it, watching in delight
as his zipper began to slide down on it's own, helped along by the
intense pressure from the other side.

"So big," she said, meeting his eyes. He smiled, pleased that he
was pleasing her.

"Touch it," he demanded. "Wrap your little fingers around it and
squeeze a little...ahh...perfect."

His head dropped back a little as she stroked and caressed him.

"Miss Buffy," he moaned. "You have the sweetest little hands."

She smiled. "I think you're going to be a very good student."

"Mmm...tighter, darling...yeah, that's it...slide it up and down....good
girl..."

Buffy parted her legs further. "Do you have something for teacher?"
she asked teasingly, tugging on his hard shaft, aiming it where she
wanted it to go.

Spike fell forward onto his hands. "Something better than an apple," he
promised.

She rubbed the cleft of her sex with his glans. "I do believe...that's an
A+ you have there."

"Lift your legs a little," he instructed, as he slid the head of his cock
inside her. "Fucking tight," he groaned, his hips beginning to move back
and forward in a rhythm that made them both happy.

"Faster," she pleaded. "Harder....now....I want more..."

"Yes, teacher," he panted, pounding into her like a jackhammer. "I'll
give you all you can take."

Buffy ran her hands up his arms and dig her nails into his biceps. The
pleasure he was giving her was beyond anything she'd ever imagined.

With no effort whatsoever, he was bringing her to a cataclysmic orgasm.
Her own hips began to rise and fall, harder and faster, meeting every
slam of his pelvis into hers. "Oh...oh, yes....yes..."

"Say my name," he begged. "Please, teacher...say my name."

"S-Spike....oh, yes, Spike....I'm...oh....oh....Spike...Spike...SPIKE!"

As her body began to calm, she looked up into his lovely blue
eyes, and wanted nothing more than to drown in them.

"You're so beautiful," he said, still sliding smoothly in and out
of her. "You're soft...and warm...and so pretty...you're a five car pile
up on the interstate...with multiple injuries."

Buffy frowned. "Huh?"

"Ground fog...visibility...watch your speed..."

"What....what do you mean...."

"And in other news..."

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Buffy's eyes flew open wide as she shot up in bed. Shaking
her head, she reached over onto her nightstand and slapped
off the clock radio, then collapsed back onto the pillows and
placed one hand over her wildly racing heart.

"Damn."



TBC.....





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