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. Before 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 wind-sprints 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.."

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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 in-depth 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 love-making 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.

TBC....

Part Sixteen...

In the aftermath of ecstasy, the room was blissfully quiet.

Devlin lay with his arms wrapped around Buffy's waist, and his head pillowed on her tummy. He smiled when he felt her fingers playing in his hair.

"You okay, kitten?"

"Mm-hmm," Buffy sighed. "Never...ever...better."

"Never ever?"

She giggled. "Ever."

He raised his head and caught her sweet smile. Suddenly inspired, he leaped to his feet on the bed, grinning like a fool. "I feel fantastic!" he said loudly, throwing his arms out dramatically.

Although a certain portion of his anatomy was in serious need of attention, Buffy focused on his face, greatly amused at his demeanor. She almost expected him to start pounding on his chest.

She was about to tell him to settle down when he dropped to his knees and pounced on her.

"You," he said happily, "are the best thing that's ever happened to me. I'm gonna write music for you...and songs about you...and make love to you every chance I get."

By reply, she slipped one hand behind his neck and pulled him down close. "So...what's stopping you?" she asked, her breath warm on his lips.

Spike looked at her, chagrined. "Oh, baby....I'm not doing right by you, am I?" He dropped a kiss on her lips. "Forgive me?"

Buffy shrugged. "Only if you do right by me...right now."

Giving her the smile that made her toes curl, he arranged himself next to her, then took her hand. Bringing it to his lips, he pressed a gentle kiss in her palm, touching it briefly with his tongue.

Without a word, he guided her hand down between them and placed her fingers around the steely hardness of his shaft.

Instinctively, Buffy tightened her grasp and moved her hand up and down.

Devlin's breath was ragged as she touched and teased him. "Oh, baby....that's perfect," he said,

allowing his eyes to close briefly. "You have such a soft little hand."

His own hand moved between her legs, cupping the wet mound and squeezing gently.

She was only peripherally aware of the pleasure his touch was giving her. Most of her attention was pinned on what she was doing to him, and the reaction it was getting.

His penis was rock hard, but the skin covering it was smooth. He felt warm and solid in her hand, and when she moved her thumb up and over his glans, fluid seeped from it, wetting her fingers.

She used her thumb to massage the semen back into the tip of his erection, making him shudder and moan.

"You...you can do it harder, babe," he murmured in a husky voice. "That's right....a little faster...oh, yeah. Yeah, that's....that's it....mmm.."

He gasped, and she lifted her face to look at him at the same moment he looked at her. Their mouths came together, melding and burning with love, and lust, and need. Little parts blending to form a wonderful whole.

Breaking away, Devlin fell over on his back and pushed his hips forward, thrusting his hard flesh in and out of her tiny fingers.

Buffy raised up slightly and watched him.

"Spike?" she whispered. "What do you feel...when I touch you?"

He didn't open his eyes, but he smiled. "Heaven," he whispered back. "Paradise...Valhalla...Shangri-La...all those places...where miracles happen."

She hesitated, trying to work up enough nerve to ask her next question. "Do you...would you like me to...to..."

"Don't stop," he begged.

"Oh!" She HAD stopped. Hadn't meant to, but she'd been concentrating too much on putting her thoughts into words, and her hand had ceased it's easy, up and down caress. "I'm sorry."

He shook his head. "S'all right, love...God, that feels good...such soft hands..."

This time, she kept her hand in motion. "But I was just thinking that...if you want me to..."

Devlin opened his eyes and looked at her. "What, baby?"

Buffy's cheeks turned red, but she fought down the embarrassment of having to ask a man if he'd enjoy feeling her mouth where her hand was.

"What you did to me...before?" she ventured. "I...I want to...I mean, if YOU want me to...I...I could...oh, dear," she finished fretfully, certain that she was making a huge muddle of the whole thing.

But he came to her rescue. "Buffy...I would love that," he assured her. "Please...do anything you want to do to me. I'm your's, baby."

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Now, a whole NEW tide of crimson swept into her cheeks. Although her offer had been sincere and heartfelt, she had neglected to mention one small detail.

Taking a deep breath, she looked at him appealingly. "I think it's only fair to tell you, that I...I've..."

She was stammering like a high school girl confronting the captain of the football team, and she hated it.

When she chanced a quick peek at his face, she found him smiling tenderly.

He knew. Somehow...he knew.

"You've never done THIS before, either." It wasn't a question.

Buffy turned even redder. "Uh-uh."

His grin widened, as he reached down and wrapped his fingers around hers, keeping up the slow stroking motion.

"It's really not all that difficult, love," he told her. "Are you sure you want to?"

So sweet, he was. Giving her a chance to back out.

She was confident that she wouldn't be getting a second one.

"I'm sure," she said firmly, not allowing herself to stop and think.

Sudden fire kindled in his eyes at her words. "Go on down, then," he directed her. "Get comfortable."

Beating her nervousness back with a broom handle, Buffy slid down and positioned herself between his wide spread legs.

Holding him at the base of his erect penis, she studied the task before her with all the same careful consideration she'd given final exams in school.

It was an impressive sight. Bigger than she'd expected it to be, having only observed it in furtive little glances when it was beneath the confinement of tough denim.

Long and straight, with prominent veins feeding it the rush of blood it needed in order to develop and maintain erections, it had a blunt, bell shaped head that was leaking drops of semen.

A loud sigh jolted her out of her silent perusal, bringing back the tinge of color to her cheeks.

Knowing that if she hesitated further she would lose her nerve, Buffy leaned down and took him into her mouth.

His groan told her that she'd done exactly the right thing. He was hot and tasted salty on her tongue.

Sliding down as far as she could without gagging herself...and how embarrassing would THAT be...she found the right rhythm and applied it diligently.

As his shaft slid wetly in and out of her mouth, she remembered him watching her while he'd been giving her this same pleasure.

Wanting to see...wanting to know...she looked up at his face.

His eyes had become an even deeper shade of blue. A rich indigo, they were glassy and heavy lidded.

Meeting her gaze with his, he mouthed, "So good, baby..."

Buffy was thrilled by this, and a little surprised at the same time. Apparently, experience wasn't the only factor in doing this well. Instinct counted for a lot, too.

Redoubling her efforts, she did everything she could think of...which, admittedly...wasn't much. She experimented with pace and pressure, moving her head like a weaving cobra slithering out of it's basket to be charmed.

Releasing her hold on the base of his shaft, she dared to send her hand down further between his legs, cupping and fondling the heavy sac of his testicles.

Spike was moaning steadily now, striving for the delicious release she was bringing him to.

Buffy inched one finger just a little further down, stroking a place that seemed to be excruciatingly sensitive.

With a hoarse shout, he buried his hands in her hair and began thrusting up into her mouth.

"Oh...oh, yeah," he breathed. "Do it again! Do it again! Yes...suck harder...sweet...

Buffy obliged, and it was the last bit of stimulation he could take. He had to make her stop.

"Buffy!" He frantically pulled her up and rolled on top of her. "NOW!!"

Part Seventeen....

He was just barely inside of her when he stopped.

Looking perplexed for a moment, the realization of what he was feeling slowly dawned on him. Shocked surprise followed, and was itself followed by a staggering sense of responsibility.

"Buffy," he breathed, leaning down to speak softly in her ear. "This is another first for you....isn't it, love?"

Trying to parcel out whether he was pleased or horrified at the whole idea, Buffy was too embarrassed to force out a verbal affirmative, and had to settle for nodding in jerky little movements.

She had been hoping right up until he penetrated her that she could get away with it. Hoping that if she seemed eager enough, and put on a "woman of experience" bluff, he might not notice until it was too late for him to stop.

Well, THAT plan had just blown up in her face. He had stopped. Question was....would he continue?

If she'd been able to divine his thoughts at the moment, she'd find that she had nothing to worry about.

There wasn't a chance in the world that he was going to stop now. He would wait a moment, give her time to adjust....and then make her his.

Raising his head, he smiled at her. "Open your beautiful eyes, baby," he coaxed her sweetly. "Don't be shy."

When she did as he'd asked, he could read every emotion that she was feeling, could see it all in the light green pools that were begging silently for his understanding.

"Oh, sweetheart," he murmured, brushing her tangled hair back with one hand. "Don't be frightened. I'm going to be very gentle, I promise, and try very hard not to hurt you...any more than I have to."

Buffy returned his smile, tremulously. He wasn't going to stop...wasn't going to leave her...wasn't put off by the knowledge that she was a twenty-five year old virgin.

Devlin wasn't put off in the slightest. He was actually having a difficult time controlling the rush of

possessiveness, coupled with an anticipatory thrill that came of knowing he was the first to breach the walls that this beautiful creature had been living behind.

For her part, Buffy wanted it to be done. She wanted to know and experience all the things romance novels promised, wanted to put an end to her blasted virginity once and for all.

And she wanted Spike Devlin to be the one to do it.

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"Are you sure about this, sweetheart?"

Some weird impulse of chivalry made him ask the question. After it was out of his mouth, though, he wanted to take it back. What if she said no? What the hell would he do then?

If he was forced to leave the paradise he had found in her body, he would expire right there in her arms. He had no doubt that any denial at this moment would cause his innards to implode, leaving him in such a state of frustrated agony that he'd be begging to die.

**All right, maybe that's laying it on a bit thick But it won't be fun, that's for DAMN sure..**

"I'm sure," Buffy whispered, saving him from his gloomy imaginings. "I've been sure...I think...from the first time I saw you."

That was ALL he had to hear!

His arousal hadn't abated in the smallest degree during their little intermission. He was hard and ready, and she was extremely wet.

"Try and relax, love," he said soothingly. "Start with your toes and move up."

She followed his advice, going slowly up and up, a bit at a time. When the calm reached her thighs, they loosened up and parted even more.

Devlin took immediate advantage. He gradually slid in a little deeper, then back, then deeper again.

The sensation was nearly excruciating. The warmth and the tightness was unbelievable, and he

had to concentrate on not thrusting into her with wild abandon.

When he felt her nails scoring his back, he dipped his head and took her lips in a long, open-mouthed kiss.

Need for air became an issue, and Buffy pulled back, gasping for it. "Please," she whispered on a raggedly indrawn breath. "Spike....don't be gentle. Be fast."

A groan of assent escaped him, and he adjusted his position and buried himself completely inside her.

Once he was in, he fought for a modicum of control and remained quite still, catching her scream in his mouth.

Buffy's nails dug deeper, almost drawing blood.

The pain was as bad as she'd imagined, but she forged her way through it just the same.

"I'm sorry," he choked out. "I know I'm hurting you, honey."

She could hardly deny it. The scream had pretty much given her away.

"It's all right," she panted in his ear. "It's...getting better."

He pulled back and looked at her. "Really?"

"Yeah," she nodded, putting all the sincerity she could summon up into her voice and expression. "Just give me a minute....or two."

Devlin was running on instinct at that point. He'd never been a girl's first lover before, and the only thing he could think to do was to try and distract her until the pain abated.

"All right," he said agreeably. "Can I kiss you while we're waiting?"

Buffy cupped his face in her hands, smiling at the shy request. "Oh, I wish you would," she replied softly, drawing him down to her.

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Catching her cheek, he kissed the sweet curve of her lips, penetrating her mouth with his tongue.

Buffy moaned and tunneled her fingers up through his silky curls, making his kiss harder and

deeper.

He could feel the extreme tightness begin to ease up, making her no less snug, but far more

accessible. Gently...slowly...he moved his hips from side to side.

Devlin moved his hand from her face, trailing it down the side of her body in a teasingly light caress. When he reached her outer thigh, he lifted himself just a small amount, just enough to allow his

hand to slip in between them.

When she felt the touch of his fingers, her eyes flew open wide and stared up into his.

Their mouths separated, and Buffy arched her back. "Oh...oh, God," she whimpered, helpless beneath the assault of pleasure.

His mouth hovered above hers, absorbing her breathy sighs. "S..soon, love?" he begged, unsure just how much longer he could hold himself back.

She helped him. Her hands moved down his back to clutch at the firm muscle of his rump. "Now," she breathed hotly.

He began moving, each gentle thrust burying him deeper into her body as well as her heart.

Although there was a lingering ache between Buffy's legs, the sharpness of the initial pain had begun to fade. As it left, she was able to concentrate on the other sensations her body was telegraphing to her brain.

Every time he entered her, he rubbed himself in just the right spot, creating the most delicious friction exactly where she needed it.

Her sex felt fluid and hot, almost heavy with the need to...the need for...

Unknowingly, she raised her legs and wrapped them around his hips as he increased his rhythm.

He kissed her once more, quick and hard.

"Baby...oh, sweetheart," he murmured. "Are you all right? Is it good?"

He leaned on one arm and moved his free hand around to hold her soft bottom, fondling it and squeezing it firmly as he lifted her into his down-strokes.

It was so good now that she didn't know how to articulate it. The pain had turned to pleasure and the pleasure was all encompassing. How had she lived without this?

He didn't seem to expect an answer, and he kept moving his hips in that slow, rolling wave of motion.

"Baby...you feel so good," he said, locking her gaze with his own. "So wet and tight...and so bloody hot. Never been like this...never... you're the one...."

Buffy couldn't hold back a soft cry of his name.

Devlin's eyes burned with new heat at the sound.

"You're the one, Buffy," he said again, pumping a little faster. "You're all I want...all....I...want..."

Obeying her instincts one more time, she unwrapped her legs from around him and planted her feet flat on the mattress, then lifted her hips up into him, meeting each increasingly strong and demanding thrust.

He went wild, growling deep in his throat, pumping faster and harder. Burying his face against the side of her neck, he felt the beginning of her climax.

"Do it, baby...come for me...I want to feel it...make it tighter, love...that's perfect...yes...so sweet...my beauty...my star...unh...unh...now, love....now....do it now....now....Buffy....AHHH...NOWWWW!"

Her moisture slickened him as he drenched her womb wth a flood of semen.

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The act of love...performed with love.

It was better than anything he'd ever dreamed of.