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Part Nine....


He kissed her until she felt herself becoming
light headed. With a technique that was truly
amazing, he alternated between firm pressure and
light touches, just barely running his tongue along
the closure of her lips, until they parted and invited
him inside to play.

After an initial moment of uncertainly, Buffy allowed
her tongue to tentatively touch his. He tasted of
coffee and a faint trace of peppermint, probably from
toothpaste.

When he drew back, he leaned down and whispered
in her ear. "Miss Buffy...has anyone ever told you
that you kiss like a dream come true?"

Her eyes opened halfway, and they were slightly
unfocused. "Mm...no, not really."

Devlin chuckled softly. "Good, then I'm the first."

A cacophony of childish voices from outside
cleared her scattered mind, and she suddenly
remembered exactly where she was.

Placing her hands on his chest, she pushed
him away. "I...I have to finish this. It's...it's
time for the..."

"Afternoon snack?" he offered.

Buffy nodded. "Yes. That." She turned away
and resumed working on the apples.

He watched her in silence for a moment. "We're
playing at Union Jack's tonight," he finally
said. "Will you come?"

She kept slicing apples, and didn't reply.

"Buffy...will you come to Union Jack's tonight?"
he asked again.

Still, she said nothing.

"Buffy!"

"I don't know!" came bursting out of her. "I don't
think I can."

Spike placed his hands on the counter top on either
side of her, caging her in. "You don't think you CAN?"
he asked bluntly. "Or...you don't think you SHOULD?"

"What's the difference?"

"Oh, there's a big difference, luv," he said softly. "You
don't think you CAN means you're too busy to come.
You don't think you SHOULD means that you're afraid
to."

Buffy tried a weak laugh. "I'm definitely NOT afraid,"
she replied. Which of them she was trying to convince,
she wasn't quite sure.

"Yes, you are." He nuzzled the side of her neck. "And
it's exciting, isn't it?"

She shook her head. "Hardly."

Devlin's mouth traveled up until he was once again
speaking in her ear. "It makes the hot blood race
through your veins like wildfire. Your heart beats
harder, 'til you think it'll just explode if you can't have
what you want...what you need. Tell me, Buffy," he
whispered. "Tell me what you want...and I'll move
heaven and earth to give it to you."

If she knew the answer to THAT complex question,
she wouldn't be in the predicament she was in
now.

Impatiently, he put his hands on her shoulders and
forced her to turn around. "Say you'll come tonight,"
he said, taking a handful of her hair and tugging on
it until her head dropped back and her neck arched
invitingly. He pressed his lips to the place where
the blood was visibly throbbing, his breath hot on
her skin. "Say it!"

Every ounce of her resistance drained out of her. "I
will," she said, almost inaudibly. "I'll come."

Devlin pulled back and looked into her eyes. "Promise
me," he demanded.

However hard she tried, Buffy couldn't break away
from that laser blue gaze. "I promise."

He nodded and smiled, satisfied. "Now," he said. "It's
gonna be a long time before I see you tonight, so
kiss me again. Give me a kiss that'll last me until
then."

Helpless to do anything else, Buffy complied.

Devlin was the first to break away. "See you tonight,
luv," he said, pinching her cheek, then heading
out the door to say goodbye to the children.


****************************************************

Hours later, Buffy stood in front of her full length
mirror.

She'd decided to wear a cream colored tank
top, covered with a blouse made of the same colored
lace. It had a V-neckline, and the sleeves were snug
all the way to her wrists where they ended in a
bell of lace that covered half of her hands.

Her skirt was a black leather wrap around, it's
hem just skimming the tops of her boots.

After applying her make up, she'd had a twenty
minute internal debate over how to wear her
hair. Up in a loose chignon, or tumbling down
her back?

She'd compromised by leaving it down, but pulling
it back and securing it with a gold barrette.

When there was nothing more she could do, she
grabbed her car keys and purse, and headed out
the door, still wondering what in the name of god
she thought she was doing.

******************************************************

Union Jack's was at maximum capacity when
she arrived. Certain that there was no way she'd
be able to get in, she was ready to turn around and
go home when someone tapped her on the shoulder.

"Are you Miss Summers?" The boy was wearing
black pants and a shirt with the club's namesake
on the back. His name tag read "Tim."

Buffy nodded that she was indeed Miss Summers,
and the boy beckoned her to follow him.

He led her around the building and through a side
door that opened directly into the main room. Every
table in the place was occupied, save one in the
middle, close to the stage.

Tim seated her at the small table, then asked if
he could bring her something to drink and if she
needed a menu.

Buffy declined the menu, but ordered a glass of
white wine. Feeling ridiculously conspicuous, she
didn't allow her eyes to wander around the room.

Five minutes crawled by before the house lights
darkened slightly and Blue Eyed Devil hit the
stage.

Spike Devlin's eyes zeroed in on her immediately,
and he grinned broadly at her as he picked up his
guitar.

Determined not to let him rattle her, she lifted her
chin and met his gaze with hers.

He was delighted with this response, and he winked
at her, adjusting his microphone.

"Well, hi there Sunnydale," he said, looking out over
his audience. "Didja miss us?"

The crowd applauded wildly, some of them releasing
whistles that only a dog should be capable of hearing.

"I guess that means yes," the bass player said when
the noise died down.

Devlin laughed and looked at him. "S'nice to be wanted,
innit?"

The drummer gave them the down beat, and the band
began making the walls shake once again.

Devlin stepped up to his mic.

"Watch closely now," he said. "You'll observe a
curious exchange of energies." Deliberately, he
looked at Buffy. "Are you a figment of my imagina-
tion....or am I one of yours?"

"Watch closely now
Are you watching me now?

Your eyes are like fingers
They're touching my body
And arousing my soul
Riding the passion arising inside me
How high can I go?

You're coming with me, girl
I'm gonna show you how

When it's scary...don't look down."

Buffy couldn't take her eyes off him.

"Watch closely now
Are you watching me now?"

The song had a fast, hard beat, and the words
brought back the memory of the last time she'd
sat in this room and listened to him sing, the night
he'd made her promise to watch him.

"I see the hunger arise in your eyes
And it's urging me on
Higher and harder
And faster and farther
Than I've ever gone

We're coming closer, lady
Don't you leave me now
We're gonna make it
Don't look down.."

Was he promising her something...or warning
her?

"Maybe I'm taking me too many chances
With no net at all
Baby, I'll teach you at least
That you've gotta be free when you fall"

Taking chances was not something she was good
at. After a lifetime of safe and secure, how could she
even begin to take this particular chance?

"Watch closely now
Are you watching me now?"

But if she didn't, would she regret it for the rest
of her life?

"I'm the master magician
That's setting you free
From the lies you've been told

When you're breaking your back
Bring your last straw to me
I turn straw into gold"

Would it be worth it? Taking the chance...risking
the possibilities...

"I'm gonna need you later
Will you be around?
And I can take it
Don't look down

Watch closely now
Are you watching me now?"

**Yes...I'm watching you...I am**

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TBC....


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