=Part Eleven=

Good as his word, he was back in just under 10 minutes.

Buffy watched him approach, her heart beating a little faster. He was wearing a pair of faded jeans
and a black t-shirt that looked as though it had shrunk a size in the dryer. The sleeves in particular fit very
snugly around his nicely muscled biceps.

His hair was a soft mop of loose waves, still damp from his shower, and he was pulling on a short, brown
leather jacket.

"Ready to go?" he asked, holding out one hand.

Buffy nodded. He looked, and smelled, wonderful.

She placed her hand in his, allowing him to draw her to her feet. Halfway to the door, she pulled back.

"Oh, wait...I need to pay the bill," she said, opening her bag.

Devlin shook his head. "It's done, love. All taken care of."

"By who?" Buffy asked.

"By me. I told Tim to bring you anything you wanted."

"Oh. Well....thank you."

Those blue eyes looked into hers with definite intent. "Don't thank me yet, love," he said softly. "I'm
just getting started doing things for you."

The words made her blush from head to toe, but he had turned around and was pulling her along behind
him and he missed it.

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In the rear parking area, Buffy handed him her car keys. He unlocked her door and helped her in gracefully.

As she buckled herself in, he went around the front of her Camry and seated himself in the driver's seat, then adjusted it slightly.

Before he turned the key in the ignition, he looked at her. "Much as I'd love taking you someplace elegant," he said, "it's late and I don't think we'll find a place like that still open, so...got any ideas?"

Buffy thought for a moment. "There's a place right off the interstate that's open 24 hours. A little coffee
shop," she suggested.

Devlin started the car. "Sounds good to me. Just point me in the right direction."

**Me, too...**

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"Tell me about Miss Buffy."

They were sitting in the very back booth of Sunnydale's International House of Pancakes.

Outside of a couple of long haul truck drivers, a group of giggling teenagers, and a CHP officer, they had the place pretty much to themselves.

In the twenty minutes it had taken them to drive from Union Jack's to the IHOP, Buffy had learned a couple of new things about Spike
Devlin.

Number one...that he was a careful driver, and number two...that in spite of the fact that he made his living from rock and roll, he had very eclectic taste in music.

He'd fooled around with the radio, tuning it from one station to another; jazz, soft rock, country, and even
classical. Every time a station went to a commercial, he flipped to another one, then asked if she had any
CDs in the car.

Buffy had taken a handful of them out of the small compartment in the console, displaying them for his
perusal. Surprisingly, he had chosen a Beatles CD, a collection of their biggest hits.

Even though the band had broken apart years before she was born, she had always been partial to them. They had been her mother's favorite group, and Buffy had been raised with their songs as the background music for her life.

Sitting and waiting for a red light to change to green, Devlin had sung along softly...

"I give her all my love
That's all I do
And if you saw my love
You'd love her, too
I love her..."

His fingers kept time on the steering wheel, tapping it gently.

"She gives me everything
And tenderly
The kiss my lover brings
She brings to me
And I love her..."

Almost hypnotized by the display, Buffy had no problem imagining him singing this song on stage.

Alone...sitting on a stool with his guitar...bathed in the soft glow of a single spotlight...singing...

"A love like ours
Could never die
As long as I have you near me.."

Singing to her...

"Bright are the stars that shine
Dark is the sky
I know this love of mine
Will never die
And I love her..."

Buffy had been a little disappointed when he'd turned into the restaurant's parking lot. She'd have been quite happy to sit right there and listen to him forever.

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"There's not all that much to tell about Miss Buffy."

"Come on...tell me something." His voice was a soft invitation, seducing her into revealing anything he might care to know.

She drew a deep breath. "Miss Buffy is...a preschool teacher. She attended UCLA...moved to Sunnydale a year ago when her best friend offered her a job teaching at her school...."

Devlin chuckled. "Okay...we've covered all the basics. Now let's get down to the details."

Her mouth suddenly dry, Buffy picked up her water glass and took a sip. "Such as?"

He leaned forward and tilted his head. She'd noticed this gesture before. It was the kind of thing that made whomever he was talking to feel like he was hanging on their every word.

"Such as, is Miss Buffy...involved...with anyone? Someone...special?" he asked.

Her restless heart once again began pounding madly beneath her breast. Carefully, she placed the glass back on the table.

"Not at the moment," she confessed.

Devlin smiled. "Happy to hear that, love. I don't like invading another man's territory...although I will if I have to."

"Territory?" Buffy asked, arching her brow. "You make me sound like the Louisiana Purchase."

"No," he shook his head. "You're far more valuable than that. And," he added, lowering his voice to a
deeper timbre, "far nicer to...explore."

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She was saved from having to respond to his comment by the waitress arriving with their order.

The woman was no sooner gone, when Buffy discovered another new facet of this man's personality. He had a serious sweet tooth.

She watched, fascinated, as he spread butter liberally over the surface of the pancakes on his plate, then in between each one as well.

Choosing a bottle from the selection offered, he poured a veritable ocean of syrup over them, until they were soaked nearly to the point of falling to pieces.

When he caught her staring at this spectacle, he grinned and shrugged. "I know...I'm worse than a child, aren't I? I can't help it. I've always been this way. I used to drive my mother crazy by eating my dessert before my dinner."

Buffy smiled, too. Picking up the salt dispenser, she shook it lightly over the omelet she'd ordered.

"I'm sure that's not the only reason you drove your mother crazy," she observed.

He swallowed the bite of pancake he'd taken. "Oh, sassy," he murmured approvingly. "I love it."

Buffy blushed slightly, forcing herself to maintain eye contact and not let him rattle her.

After a moment, he asked, "How's your omelet?"

"It's good," she said, taking another bite. "How are your...?" She gestured with her fork.

"Delicious." He cut off a substantial bite. "Taste," he offered, holding the fork out.

"Oh, I don't think so," she demurred.

"Why not?"

"Because I don't want to go into a diabetic coma."

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"...but it's really all I ever wanted to do. From the day I picked up a guitar for the first time,
I knew."

More than an hour had passed since they'd finished eating. Absorbed with each other, they'd paid no attention to the passing of the time, and just sat there talking.

"Did you always want to be a teacher?"

Buffy nodded her head. "My first day in kindergarten? I didn't want to leave. I was in the morning
session and I tried to talk my mother into letting me attend the afternoon session, too."

"And did she let you?" he asked, amused.

"No...she had to pull me out of the classroom to the car, dragging my feet every step of the way.
My poor mother. She was so embarrassed."

Devlin smiled, obviously picturing the scene in his head.

Buffy saw this. "Are you laughing at me?" she
demanded.

"Of course I am," he admitted. "It's funny."

There was light dancing in his eyes as he studied her face.

"I want to tell you something," he finally said. Seeing the look on his face, she clasped her hands together on the table. "What?"

"Do you know," he began, speaking in that husky voice, the voice she could FEEL, as well as hear. "that you have the sweetest mouth I've ever seen? I've been fantasizing about it since the minute I saw you."

Buffy gulped down a lump in her throat, unable to speak a coherent word in the face of his disturbing...and arousing...remark.

Devlin reached for her hand. Turning it palm up, he rubbed his thumb over the bracelet of lines circling her wrist, pressing down hard when he felt her pulse quicken.

"Miss Buffy," he said softly. "I could fall in love with you...without even trying."

Every nerve ending she possessed was jumping with an electric zing, just from the touch of his hand on hers.

"Do you think," he added, lacing his fingers with hers, "that you could fall in love with me, too?"

=Part 12=

Buffy's lips parted on a softly indrawn breath.

Never in her life had a man stated his intentions so clearly, and she wasn't at all sure how to cope with it
now that one had.

The way he was eyeing her made her feel that this man enjoyed making her squirm by uttering outrageous statements, then sitting back to observe her reactions.

Determined not to give him the upper hand this time, she rallied herself as quickly as she could.

"I...I barely know you," she stammered. "Falling in love isn't something you do in a couple of days."

"Sometimes it is," he pointed out. "Sometimes it only takes hours, sometimes minutes. And sometimes,"
he added, stroking her wrist with his thumb, "all it takes is a moment. Just one."

**Oh, I know...I KNOW..**

She shook her head. "I don't know anything about you," she said, trying not to be distracted by the way he was touching her.

Devlin kept up the gentle massage, smiling the smile that Buffy surmised charmed a lot of women right out
of their clothing.

"Ask me anything you like, love. My life is laid bare for you." He chuckled down deep in his throat. "So to speak."

Buffy had a million questions to ask him...and they all disappeared from her brain at the same moment, leaving her with nothing but silly small talk.

"Well...for instance...how old are you?"

She wanted to take the question back the moment it came out of her mouth. Was that REALLY the best she could do?

"Older than you, I'm sure," he replied, folding his hand over her palm.

Was he avoiding the question?

"I'm almost thirty."

No, he was not.

"Next question?"

Okay. Next question.

"Um...your favorite things? Like your favorite food?"

"Chocolate cake," he answered promptly.

Buffy gave him a skeptical look. "I meant real food."

"Chocolate cake IS real food."

"But you don't eat it for dinner," she said.

"I've been known to."

She wasn't a bit surprised by that.

"Your favorite song?"

"The ones I write. Listen," he said. "How about I save you some time? My favorite color is green. My favorite time of the year is autumn, favorite holiday is Christmas, favorite movie is...don't laugh...The Wizard of Oz. I like going to movies and reading, when I have the time. I'm difficult to get up in the morning and I'm usually late for every appointment I make. I'm concerned about the situation in the Middle East, I'm pro-choice,
and I think OJ did it."

It was the longest speech she'd ever heard him make, and it stunned her just a little.

"Anything else? Feel free to ask."

Buffy stared at him, helplessly. "What do you
want from me?"

He studied her face for a moment, brushing back a stray lock of her hair. Leaning just a little closer, he looked straight into her eyes, demanding that she do the same to him.

"I want...to wake up in the morning with your hair spread out on my pillow," he said softly. "I want to
hold you on my lap and feed you chocolate covered cherries. I want to feel your breath on my lips...and
your fingers on my skin...and your body beneath me, and over me, and around me." He placed his finger under her chin and tilted her face. "I want YOU," he whispered.

And...God help them all...she wanted him, too.

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His gaze locked with hers and suspended her in it's tender light.

Giving her a little grin, he allowed her a moment alone to collect her thoughts while he paid the bill.

When he came back and stood beside the table, Buffy grabbed her purse and jacket and scooted out of the booth.

Without asking, he reached for her hand...and without hesitating, she gave it to him.

A fresh breeze touched her burning cheeks as they walked slowly towards her car. When they
reached their destination, Buffy waited for him to unlock the passenger side door of her car.

But he did no such thing. Instead, he turned her until she was facing him. Placing his hands on the roof of the car, one on either side of her, he nudged her gently against the door with his body pressed to hers.

Looking down at her, he asked, "Have you decided, yet?"

She didn't try to pretend that she was unaware of what on earth he was talking about. "I...I
think I could. If I let myself."

"Oh, Miss Buffy," he sighed on a soft laugh. "Please let yourself."

In the next moment, they came together, their lips meeting in a feverishly moist kiss. It wasn't gentle
and sweet, but hard and passionate, almost bruising.

Her hands were on his shoulders, his were holding her hips as their mouths worked together in a fierce
exploration.

Pulling back to breathe, Buffy nearly collapsed as she felt his lips travel down the length of her throat.
When he came to the small hollow at it's base, he tongued it delicately.

Passion rose like a tsunami, starting in the middle of the ocean with a single swell, then scaling to breathtaking heights before it crashed over them, leaving them weak in the knees and panting for air.

She swallowed hard, dizzy with desire and a lingering insecurity.

"Buffy," he breathed hotly against her skin. "I want to make love to you. Want you so much...you beautiful,
beautiful girl." He kissed and nuzzled the side of her neck. "Say you want me, too."

Her hands gripped him more tightly, holding on for dear life. "I do," she said weakly. "I do want you."

It wasn't enough. "Say my name," he begged.

"Spike," she whispered into his shirt front. "I want you...Spike."

He must have been able to sense her sudden shyness and lack of certainty, because he stepped back and cupped her face in his hands.

"Don't be frightened of me," he said. "I'll be very careful with your heart...and I promise I'll never
break it."

=Part 13=

Nothing in Buffy's limited experience had prepared her for this man. Sinfully handsome, wickedly sexy, and seductively charming...it was a heady combination of parts that went into the makeup of his being, and she had no idea in the world how to deal with them.

Oh, but....she wanted it so badly. Wanted him....possibly more than she'd ever wanted anything in her life.

She felt his hands on her back, under her jacket but over her blouse. They were warm hands...strong and certain. He definitely didn't have any trouble deciding what HE wanted from this relationship.

"You're thinking so hard about something," he murmured, apparently quite amused by the notion that a woman would have to think over whether or not she wanted him to touch her. "I wish I could see inside
your mind...I don't suppose you'll tell me."

"M..." She almost called him Mr. Devlin. Well, THAT would surely be a laugh riot, calling him Mister after those mind drugging kisses. "Spike, I....is that your real name?"

Devlin sighed and pulled back slightly. "Um, no. My mother didn't take one look at me after giving birth and say "He looks like a Spike". I sort of...acquired the nickname in school, and it just....stuck."

Buffy parted her lips to say something, but he placed his finger over them to hush her. "Before you ask...my
given name is William. William Christopher Devlin."

She looked up at him and shrugged. "Mine is Elizabeth Anne," she said, figuring it was a good idea to exchange this information.

"Well," he said quietly. "It's a very pretty name, to be sure...but I kind of like Buffy, so I think I'll stay with
that. If you don't mind, of course."

The part of her brain that was still retaining a smattering of sanity allowed her to nod in agreement.

Devlin pulled her closer. "I just love the idea of whispering," he added, leaning down and doing just that into her ear, "Buffy...you're so lovely...so soft...and sweet...Buffy..." His breath stirred the soft tendrils of her hair. "...when I make love to you."

Her head tipped back and she stared at the stars as his lips caressed her ear, then her cheek, then her throat...before finding hers again.

Surprisingly, he didn't close his eyes this time either. He locked his gaze with hers, watching as the different
expressions flickered through their green depths.

He tightened his arms, and she immediately slid hers around his neck, holding on to him, keeping him where she needed him to be.

When he finally pulled back, she stared at him with dazzled eyes. "Now what?"

His smile was tender, almost as though he was speaking to a child. "Now...I take you home."

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Buffy directed him to her house, taking the shortest route she could come up with. She wasn't quite sure
why she was in such a hurry for them to arrive at her house, but she didn't question it too closely either.

When he pulled into the driveway of the small two bedroom house she was renting, he set the parking
brake and turned off the ignition.

Buffy's hands were clammy with nerves. She didn't know whether to stay put or run like hell and lock
herself safely on the other side of her door.

The click of a seat belt latch being undone sounded off in her head like a gunshot, making her jump. Be-
fore she could react any further, he had leaned over and unfastened hers as well.

Looking up at him, she found his gaze on her, his eyes so soft that she could taste his sweetness
before his lips touched hers.

"Buffy," he said, breathing warmly on her skin. "Are you...will you invite me inside, darling?"

"In...inside?" she asked, her heartbeat doing windsprints beneath her breast.

He seemed to understand everything about her without even trying to puzzle it out. "Inside your house...inside your life...inside your..."

"Yes!" she yelped, cutting him off before she was so completely undone that she melted into a sugary puddle right in front of him. "Please...come inside my...my house," she said, and left it at that.

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As she unlocked her front door, she could hear the small brass clock on her mantle striking the hour. One, two, three chimes....

Buffy was honestly surprised. The cliche "times flies" had never seemed quite so apropos before.

She dropped her bag on the sofa, then peeled off her jacket and dumped that as well. Gathering up
all of her nerve, she turned to speak to the man who had crashed into her life so abruptly, mussing it up
until she didn't know if she were coming or going, up from down, day from night.

"Can I...offer you anything? To drink!" she added quickly when his eyes sparked at her invitation.

But he just smiled. "I'm fine, thanks," he assured her, looking about at his surroundings. "Nice house,"
he said, glancing at a few still unpacked cartons. "Been here long?"

"Um...no, actually just about a month. Before I moved in here, I was in an apartment a few blocks away," she explained, her cheeks stained red at the idea that he might think her to be rather lazy, the type of person who couldn't organize their lives and their living space in a reasonable amount of time.

Devlin nodded. "I hate moving," he said. "Although I suppose I'll have to get around to it one of these days. Get a permanent place here in the states." He grinned boyishly. "Gotta stop living out of suitcases."

Buffy hated to bring up the subject. "But you're going on tour," she pointed out.

"I know," he agreed. "But when it's over...I want to find a place and settle in." He paced slowly towards her. "Any suggestions on where I might do that?"

His thumbs were hooked in the belt loops of his jeans, drawing her eye.

"Um...well, I would guess...that is...where...where do you do most of your...your work?" she asked, purposely looking slightly to the left of him.

He took in and released a deep breath. "We record in Los Angeles, right now," he said. "But that's not written in stone. You set up the right equipment, it can be anywhere you want it. Sunnydale...for instance."

Before she could reply, he took her hand and tugged her across the living room, then urged her to sit down on the green and blue plaid sofa she'd found at a local garage sale.

"Relax, love," he said, turning her until her back was to him and placing his hands on her shoulders. "You're
all....tensed up."

It was a testament to her state of mind that it took her a few moments to realize that all he was doing was
massaging her shoulders...rather expertly at that.

His touch was gentle and direct, easing the tension from her. She could actually feel it draining away, leaving her limp and pliable.

Leaning back, she sighed. "You're very good at that."

"I've been on the other end of one enough times to know what I'm doing," he explained.

Yeah. She just bet he had.

Without consciously wanting to, she tensed again. "Well, you must have been paying attention to...whoever was doing you...doing IT!" she tacked on hastily.

Spike laughed, his head dropping forward and resting on her shoulder.

"Don't laugh at me," Buffy said fretfully.

"I'm not, sweetheart," he replied, taking a deep breath. "I promise you, I'm not. Not in a bad, making fun of you, way. You're just so damn cute sometimes." His hands moved to her upper arms and pulled her back. "I can't resist you, you know." Tucking her hair behind one ear, he brushed the backs of his fingers against her cheek. "You're so completely....irresistible."

Standing up, he drew her to her feet, keeping her in front of him, but still facing away.

As his hands moved down her arms, he placed his lips close to her ear....

"You want commitment
Take a look into my eyes.."
....he sang softly.

"They burn with a fire
Just for you now."

Reaching her hands, he took them and pulled them up until her arms were winding around the back of his neck.

"Until the end of time
I would do anything
I'd beg...I'd steal...I'd lie
To have you in these arms tonight.."

When he had her arms where he wanted them, his palms slid down her body and held her by her waist.

"Baby, I want you
Like the roses want the rain
You know I need you
Like a poet needs the pain.."

She had to lock her knees to keep from slipping to the floor right then and there.

"I would give anything
My blood, my love, my life.."

Her eyes drifted closed when she felt him tugging her blouse from the waist band of her skirt.

"If you were in these arms tonight
I'd hold you...I'd need you
I'd get down on my knees to you
And make everything all right.."

Buffy felt him bend his knees slightly, then press his front more intimately against her back. She could feel the hardness of his arousal rubbing against her bottom.

"If you were in these arms
I'd love you...I'd please you
I'd tell you that I'd never leave you
And love you...till the end of time.."

His fingers came up to begin undoing her blouse. One button....then two...then three....then.....

"If you were in these arms tonight..."

That voice like rough velvet, singing only to her. It was really happening. He was seducing her with his voice while he undressed her with his hands.

"We stared at the sun, and we made a promise
A promise this world would never bind us.."

Her blouse slipped down her arms, falling to the floor to lie in a champagne colored puddle at her feet.

Devlin's hands moved slowly back up her arms, caressing her skin. His fingers slipped under the
straps of her tank top.

"These are my words
Our words are our songs
Our songs are our prayers
Our prayers keep me strong.."

Each strap was eased down off her shoulders. Instead of slipping them all the way off, though, his hands
moved back to her waist, encircling it, moving her ever so slightly to the sensuous cadence of his voice as it
purred in her ear.

"It's what I believe
If you were in my arms tonight.."

Still holding her waist, he stepped around in front of her. One hand then moved up to unfasten the clip holding her hair back. He dropped the barrette onto the coffee table, and then his fingers delved deep into her hair, mussing all it's tidy perfection. He played gently with the soft strands, dragging his fingers through it slowly.

"Your clothes are scattered all over our room
And everything smells like your lovely perfume.."

He took her hands again, raising them both to his lips and kissing them, never breaking eye contact.

"Everything here reminds me of you
And there's nothing I wouldn't do
To be in your arms.."

He began to back up towards the stairs. She followed, with no thought of doing anything else...completely his at that moment.

When they reached the first riser, he surprised her again by turning her around and sitting her on the
third step. His hands moved down and lifted the hem of her skirt, easily relieving her of her footwear.

"I'll hold you...I need you
I'll get down on my knees for you.."

And, to her shock, he did just that. Dropped down to his knees and leaned forward, urging her back into a lying position, careful not to press her down hard into the carpeted edge of the step.

Catching himself on his outstretched arms, he moved just a fraction closer until their lower bodies came into contact.

Buffy gasped, raggedly.

Devlin's eyes closed briefly as he savored the contact. When he opened them again, they seemed to be an even deeper blue than ever, like dark sapphires with a flame flickering in their centers.

"I'll love you....I'll please you
I'll tell you that I'll never leave you.."

Judging by the amount of difficulty she was having herself, she didn't know how he was managing to produce the lovely sounds coming from his throat.

Lifting her own hands, she placed them on his cheeks, feeling the fine arch of his bone structure. Her fingertips danced down, touching briefly at his lips.

"Buffy," he whispered, kissing the soft pads of her fingers. "I want you. Right now, darling."

He wanted her....and she wanted him. Did anything else in the world matter at all?

"I'll love you till the end of time..."

Smiling down at her, he suddenly straightened and scooped her up off the stairs, carrying her the rest
of the way up.

"When you're in my arms...tonight.."

=Part Fourteen=

Buffy directed him to her bedroom, thankful that at least one room in her house was fully put together.

Spike stepped over the threshold and set her on her feet. Sliding one arm around her waist, he pulled
her body flush against his and lowered his mouth to capture hers.

Melting like chocolate in hot sunshine, Buffy offered no resistance. She participated fully in the experience,
slipping her arms around his back and hugging him fiercely close.

When she finally had to break away to breathe, she tried to think of something to say to fill the silence.
Something terribly sophisticated and seductive.

"I...I should brush my teeth," was what came out of her mouth. **Oh, for....**

She made a face at the inane comment she'd just uttered.

He didn't seem to mind. "If you want to, by all means," he said, releasing her. "But don't do it on my account."

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**Brilliant...just brilliant..**

Buffy glared at herself in the bathroom mirror.

Sophisticated and seductive. Yeah, right. She was the ANTI-seductive champion of the world at
that moment.

Spitting out a mouthful of toothpaste, she rinsed her brush and placed it back in it's holder with
absurd care, then filled a cup with water and added a small amount of mouthwash.

After she spat it into the sink, she ran the water to clean the basin. She brushed her hair and dried her
face on a towel.

When there was nothing left to do in the bathroom outside of the obvious...and she wasn't about to do THAT with him in her bedroom, able to hear everything...she flicked off the bathroom light and opened
the door.

Peering nervously into the dim light of her bedside lamp, she saw him sitting on the end of her bed. His
jacket was tossed on the back of a padded armchair, with his scuffed boots on the floor next to it.

As she watched, he reclined back on the bed. Leaning on one elbow, he raised his free hand and beckoned
her with one finger, displaying the universal sign that said "Come on over here."

Ordering her feet to quit being such scaredy-cats, she approached the bed. When her knees made contact with the mattress, she started to climb on...only to be stopped by his voice.

"Will you do something for me?" he asked, his eyes moving up and down her body.

She would do pretty much anything for him right then, so she nodded yes.

Moving a little ways back on the bed, he smiled. "Take your shirt off," he requested, his voice husky.

Buffy hesitated for a moment, then crossed her arms over herself and grasped the hem of her tank top in both hands. She peeled the snug material away from her skin, then over her head and off.

She stood before him, clad in her wraparound skirt, and her strapless bra...a little confection
made of cream lace and satin.

One of her deepest passions was beautiful lingerie, and she had a vast collection of it in her bureau. Everything from tiny lace thongs, to camisoles and tap pants, to snug fitting teddies, to garter belts and fancy stockings. In many different colors and fabrics, she was a one woman Victoria's Secret catalog.

Since it was her only true needless indulgence, she indulged every chance she got. She only bought the best, and if the expression on Devlin's face was anything to judge by, he appreciated the effort.

"That's very pretty," he said, with that killer smile on his good looking face. "Is there more?"

Well, yes, there WAS actually.

His eyes were riveted on her as she undid the hook of her skirt, unwrapping her wraparound and letting
it fall to the floor.

Devlin drew in a harsh breath at the sight she presented him.

The matching panties to her bra clung to her hips, secured only by tiny, flimsy satin ribbons. Her stockings were thigh-highs, held up by a decorative band of elastic lace and nothing else.

"You are, hands down, the sexiest looking thing I've ever laid eyes on," he swore, his gaze burning with a new heat.

Buffy blushed at the compliment. It couldn't possibly be true, since he no doubt had contact with beautiful women every hour on the hour, but it was pretty nice to hear, just the same.

It was as though he could read her mind. "You think I'm just saying that, don't you," he asked.

She did...but she couldn't very well admit it to him.

Playing it safe, she just shrugged.

"I'm gonna prove it to you." He rose to his knees and walked on them to the foot of the bed. Placing his hands on her waist, he bent his head and nuzzled the soft flesh of her abdomen.

Buffy's own knees wobbled. The feel of his lips pressing slow, moist kisses on her skin, was just...magical.

Seemingly on their own, she watched her fingers thread into his silky blond hair. She stifled an urge to pinch herself and make sure she wasn't in the middle of an erotic dream...AGAIN...and played with the unruly curls.

He startled her by straightening up suddenly. Looking directly into her eyes, he reached behind her and searched for the hooks that held her bra.

Unable to locate them, he frowned. "Um..I can't..."

Buffy took his hands and brought them back around her front, taking them to the place hidden beneath a small satin rosebud in the middle of the garment.

A slow, hot smile began to tug at the corners of his lips. "Handy," he murmured, twisting the clasp open.

"It's hard to believe...being who you are and all...that you've never seen a front closing bra before," she said.

He just laughed a little. "I've had a very sheltered life," he teased.

Letting the bra fall on the floor behind her, he placed his hands over the lush curves of her bare breasts, squeezing them gently.

"Oh!" Buffy gasped as he fondled her. Unaware of it, she leaned forward, pushing her flesh more firmly into the warm palms of his hands.

He explored every inch of her, massaging the soft mounds, sweeping his thumbs back and forth on her nipples.

"Such a lovely shade of pink," he mused, tugging gently on the the tight peaks.

Buffy was rapidly scaling a height she'd never reached before. He started at the base of her breasts and then squeezed them all the way up to her engorged nipples. It was a sensuous caress, almost a milking motion.

She could feel her body responding with pleasure, expelling moisture into her underwear as her sex contracted with every pull of his hands.

He moved harder and faster, making her whimper in the most amazing torture he could devise.

Before she knew what was about to happen, she felt an orgasmic rush shooting through her loins.

Buffy couldn't believe what had just happened, and it took her a moment to process it.

Devlin seemed to know without any sort of indepth analysis. "You're so responsive," he murmured in amazement. "God....you came...just from me caressing your breasts."

She couldn't summon up the energy to be embarrassed by her lack of control. "Uh-huh," was all she could say.

He grinned a delighted grin. "I can't wait to see what you do when I lick and suck them."

Just HEARING that sentence nearly brought on an immediate encore.

"Um...I need to sit down." **Before I FALL down** she wanted to add, but didn't.

"All right, love," he said, pulling her forward until she was on the bed and kneeling in front of him. "But
let me taste first."

Cupping her breasts from beneath, he lifted them in his palms and lowered his head.

His tongue darted out, playfully flicking each pink bud.

Buffy looked down to watch as he moved back and forth from one breast to the other, giving each
one his devoted attention.

It was an erotic sight, and it felt better than just about anything she'd felt before, but it was getting
to the point where she needed something more. Something like.....

He pushed her breasts together, looking up at her as he lapped them with his tongue. "Do you want
me to suck them?" he asked, his face buried in her cleavage.

Oh, yes, that was it.

His teeth nipped at her, then he opened his mouth and took her right breast in. Sucking hard, he nursed
at her aching flesh.

With soft moans of pleasure erupting from him, he swirled his tongue around the nipple as he kept sucking. When he had her the way he wanted her, he moved, dragging his tongue wetly to her other
breast and taking it deeply into his mouth.

Holding it there, he sucked as his hands left her breasts and moved down her sides to her hips. Without releasing her breast, he found and tugged the little satin ribbons that held up her panties.

He pulled them from between her thighs, then dropped them and replaced them with his hand.

Indicating that he wanted her to widen her knees, he wedged his hand in and cupped her firmly, giving her a gentle squeeze.

His mouth released her nipple with a wet suck as he fumbled with the front of his jeans. Buffy heard the snap pop open and the zipper slide down.

Then he straightened up and took her hand, guiding it into the opening of his trousers.

"Touch me," he whispered.

She wrapped her fingers around the hard velvet length of him, taking it out of his pants. She couldn't help staring for a moment, and she blushed when he caught her doing it.

"Well?" he asked, his eyes dancing with light.

Well. Well, indeed. His thick, straining erection was as beautiful as the rest of him. It throbbed in her hand and moistened her fingers with a clear fluid that seeped from the head.

Instinct was the only explanation for it when her hand began to slide up and down.

Spike whipped his t-shirt off while his hips moved back and forth, his shaft gliding through her wet fingers.

It only lasted a few moments before he had to pull out of her grasp.

"Oh, Christ," he moaned, in a delirium of both agony and it's counterpart. "If...you have to stop or
I'm gonna come."

When he managed to calm himself back down a bit, he met her eyes and smiled, taking hold of her shoulders.

"Come here and lie down," he said turning her in his arms and easing her down on the bed. "And I'll take you to the stars and back."

=Part Fifteen=

His promise sent a shiver of anticipation racing up and down her spine, and she had no doubt that he could keep it.

Hovering over her on his hands and knees, Devlin dipped his head and kissed her. His tongue  coaxed her lips apart and plunged between them, feeling it's way around the inside of her mouth.

Buffy's head immediately began to swim dizzily around the room. Good lord, this man knew how to kiss!

With his tongue thrusting deeply, it was long and slow, and very wet. He pulled back just enough for their lips to separate, but their tongues continued to play outside of their mouths, flicking at each other.

Shifting his weight onto one hand, he brought the other up and cupped her breast, his thumb rubbing the sensitive nipple. When he pinched it gently between thumb and forefinger, Buffy nearly lost contact with the bed.

Finally taking his mouth from hers, he smiled.

"I think you liked that."

"I..think so, too!"

"Shall I do it again?"

"Yes, please."

He chuckled. "So polite."

His fingers continued their tender torture, making Buffy writhe and pant beneath him.

Devlin lowered his head. "Buffy?" he breathed warmly in her ear. "Touch me, baby. I want your hands on me."

She forced her eyes to open, and stared dreamily up into his beautiful face. Placing her hands on his waist, she flattened them and ran them around and up the smooth skin of his back.

When she dug her nails in gently, dragging them down his spine, he hissed in through his teeth and arched his back. "God...do it again," he begged.

Buffy did...luxuriating in the feminine power over him that he was giving her so willingly.

Deciding on a change of venue, she slipped her hands back around and explored the firm muscle of his chest. Her fingers skimmed lightly over the flat copper nipples, making them tighten.

After letting her play for a moment, he dropped a light kiss on her lips. "Don't go away," he whispered, lifting himself off her and standing in order to get rid of his trousers.

Moonlight streamed in through the curtains, painting his body in a silver wash of light. He was lean and well built, with a firm layer of muscle over his  abdomen. His biceps were nicely defined, not overblown like so many mens were. There wasn't an ounce of fat anywhere on him, which seemed odd considering the sort of diet he existed on.

He was, in a word, beautiful.

Beautifully made, and beautifully hard. His erection extended straight out from his body, and there was a pearly drop of semen at the very tip.

Spike kicked his jeans off, then looked at her. She smiled and held out her arms.

Without a moment of hesitation, he fell into them.

He kissed her, then pulled back to look into her eyes. "I'm falling, Miss Buffy," he said softly. "Will you fall, too? Will you, baby?"

How could she not?

"Yes," she nodded. "I will. I....I have."

Devlin's eyes blazed with new heat. "Oh...me, too," he told her. "Baby...me, too."

"Really?" she asked in a tiny voice.

"Really." He kissed her again, then nuzzled the side of her neck. "Buffy...sweetheart," he whispered,  "I'm gonna make long....slow....sweet love to you. I'm gonna touch you...and taste you...and make every  part of your body quiver. And when I'm inside you...oh, I'll be in heaven, darling."

Buffy was pretty certain she'd be right there with him.

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He moved down her body at a leisurely pace, not about to be rushed through this experience... no matter how much her breathy sighs of pleasure urged him on.

His tongue darted out, lightly touching here, then caressing there, leaving a moist trail in it's wake.

Over her breasts, lingering on the tips, swirling around them until they were diamond hard.

Down the middle of her chest, then over to taste both under curves of her breasts. He drew a line down over her abdomen, then flicked his tongue in her navel, chuckling softly when she twitched and uttered something that sounded like "yeesh!"

After rubbing his cheek against the soft swell of her belly, he continued down. The light brown curls guarding her sex were neatly trimmed, and he nuzzled her there, his nose taking in the scent of her excitement.

Slipping down a little further on the bed, he gently pushed her legs further apart.

She tensed suddenly, and he looked up at her.

"What, baby?" he asked.

She seemed unable to articulate whatever was  crossing her mind, so he took an educated guess.

"No one's ever done this for you, have they?"

Buffy blushed and shook her head.

It was all he could do to keep from shouting out loud in triumph. Just knowing that he would be the man to teach her about this aspect of lovemaking exhilarated him.

"Just relax, baby," he coaxed her, massaging her inner thigh with one hand. "Just let it happen."

When she began to soften under his touch, her thighs parted invitingly.

Before Buffy knew what was happening, his head dipped and she felt the wet stroke of his tongue.

He licked her hard, then soft. Fast, then slow.

Stars were bursting behind her tightly closed eyes. Going super-nova. Exploding into particles and fragments of particles. Making her shudder and twist in his gentle hands.

When she finally had the presence of mind to open her eyes, she looked down and saw that he was watching her face, studying her response.

It must have pleased him, because he pulled away for a moment and gave her one of his devilish grins.

"This is the sweet spot," he said, then lowered his head again and began to suck at her clit.

Buffy inhaled sharply, her hands grabbing fistfuls of bedding. She had never in her life imagined that anything could be this good.

His tongue working over her was the most erotic sensation she'd ever known. The moisture he was
drawing out of her seemingly had no end, and he  lapped it up with hungry groans.

Still maintaining eye contact, he slowly slipped his tongue into her...then out....then back in again.

She was coming apart at the seams, her entire body straining beneath the lash of his tongue.

Blindly, she groped around and sank her fingers into his hair, forcing him down harder on her  needy flesh.

His tongue being otherwise occupied, he spoke to her with his eyes.

** Do you like that, baby? Does it feel good? You taste so sweet...so ripe and juicy...should I go harder? Faster? Deeper? Anything for you, baby.  Absolutely anything. You want more? So do I.  Want to make you wet...make you come. Do it.  Come on, baby...let it happen. It's gonna taste so sweet, and I want every drop. I can feel how close you are. That's my girl. Now....scream for me...**

Unable to hold out, Buffy gave him what he wanted.

She raised her hips and stiffened all over, coming in a burning wave of pure liquid heat, screaming her pleasure to the stars he had promised to show her.