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Heart Strings

Title: Heart Strings 10/11
Author: BmblBee
Rating: Adult (Although more story than sex)
Paring: S/X
Disclaimer: The BmblBee makes no money off her
stories and owns nothing. Including the characters.

Summary: HAU This short story is a follow-up to
White Lightnin'. It takes place in the early 1940's
and is a quick peek to see how things are going for
our boys on their mountain home.



By general agreement Xander always drove.
The cliffs were steep, shear drop off in some places.
The dirt lanes were treacherous and something
Spike had absolutely no experience with.

Besides, the car was Xander's baby. Possibly the only
thing he loved as much as Spike, but Spike didn't
mind sharing the man's affections. He knew there
was room in Xander's heart for both of them.

With his eyes on the road and his mind on serious
matters, Xander drove silently towards town.
Spike, too, had his thoughts focused some miles away
and kept his conversation to a minimum.

Anxious to hear the music again, Spike knew if they
got there early enough the boys would let him practice
with them before their evening gig.

Without wanting to hurt Xander's feelings he ran several
conversations through his brain. Each of which would
end with, "Why don't you drop me off while you go to
the lumber yard."

He just wasn't sure how they started.

"Spike!"
Xander had been watching him for several minutes and
had a fairly good idea where his lover's thoughts had
wandered to.

Spike jumped at hearing his name.
"What? Sorry, I guess I was daydreaming."
Xander smiled. "I said why don't I drop you off at the tavern.
You can visit with the guys while they practice. I don't think
you are too interested in two by fours or floor braces are you?"

Spike pretended to huff.

"Well actually I am very interested in four by twos and
flat brackets, however if you are anxious to be shed of
me I will most gladly leave you to run the errands alone."

Both knew the other too well and laughed their agreement.

It was middle of the afternoon and the town was bustling.
Xander pulled up to the curb in front of the tavern and let
Spike out.

"I may be a while so relax and I'll see you back here later."
Spike nodded gave a wave of his hand as he walked away.

Opening the tavern door, Xander heard more than
one voice call out cheerfully "Hey! Spike!"
The door swung closed and the voices cut off.
The smile dropped from Xander's face and he drove away.

The afternoon was better than before. Jake had eagerly
loaned his fiddle and just on the off chance that Spike
came back, Manny had brought several sheets of music.

Pages that Manny and his brother never used and couldn't
read, but Spike seemed to interpret and follow expertly.

Hour after hour sailed by. An ever changing audience of
appreciative older men kept the musicians in bottles of beer
and Coke to quench their thirst during the short breaks they took.

Watching the clock on the wall, Jake was the first to notice
the time.
Stretching his arms high over his head he started to collect
together his belongings.

"Damn near time to go fellas. You said you and your buddy
coming over to eat and listen?"

Reluctantly Spike handed over the fiddle and the sheet
music. "Yes, he had some things to do, but as soon
as he gets back we will be over."

Brushy, who up to this point had never said a
word nodded.

"Sure wish ya'll was a playin' with us."

Spike was touched. That was just about one of the
most amazing compliments he had ever had.

The three men left and Spike remained behind to finish
his bottle of pop and wait for Xander to collect him.
Within minutes Xander rushed in, out of breath and
red faced.

"Shit, did they leave?" Spike, worried that something
had happened, put a hand on Xander's arm.

"Yes, just. What on earth is wrong?"
Xander pulled his hand from behind his back to reveal
what he had been hiding.

Thrusting the violin case at Spike he cut off the questions
before they could start.

"Hurry up. It's only a block over and we can duck out
the back door, cut across the parking lot and be there
in three minutes. If I'm gonna listen to music tonight I
want to listen to the best."

Spike tried several times to inquire who had loaned the
instrument, but Xander seemed reluctant to say.

"Come on, we can talk about all the particulars later.
Times a wastin' fiddle boy."

Hurrying over they arrived at the same time the other three
did and was welcomed enthusiastically.

Xander stood back and watched as Spike left with
the other members of the band.

The evening promised to be a memorable one.

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Note: Tomorrow is the last chapter. Hope you all enjoyed.
The preview for the next story will be posted on Friday.
It contains strong warnings. This may be a story that
some find travels on an offensive path.
The Bee respects that and will not be offened by anyone who
chooses to pass.
the Bee loves you all.
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