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Heart Strings

Title: Heart Strings 11/11
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.



The VFW hall was already a bustling throng of activity.
The room was set up with long white paper covered tables
and folding wooden chairs.

Old men, veterans of the first big war, were hustling around
in white aprons setting families at the tables and carrying
large platters of spaghetti and bread to hungry customers.

Women were chatting happily with each other, thrilled at the
luxury of being served and not having to cook and clean.
Men clumped in groups smoking, talking and sharing their
expert opinions on any issue brought up for discussion.
Children yelled, played and ran around despite the
mother's less than earnest efforts to control them.

The musicians had their own table in the back room
off the kitchen and were served free.
Xander who had insisted on paying for his own, joined
them eating quietly while the other four men spoke
animatedly about what songs they would play.

They agreed that for tonight they would stick with
only those songs that they had sheet music for.
Spike was confident he could keep up as long as he
could follow on paper.

They made arrangements to meet early each Friday
to give them plenty of practice time before their evening
performances.

Spike had subtly glanced at Xander and was relieved to
catch the slight nod of his head.

Xander sat back quietly listening to the excited exchange
round the table enjoying the excitement even though
it really did not include him.

He did his best to squash the feeling of jealousy.
He was not ready to share Spike with these men.
At the same time he felt ashamed.
He didn't own Spike.

Spike had proven himself a million times to be a strong
self sufficient man and Xander would not have it any
other way.

Finally stuffed, full to overflowing on spaghetti and bread,
Xander pushed himself away from the table and stood up.

"Well you guys need some time to get ready, so I think
I will go on out front. They will be clearing away
the tables and making room for people to sit and dance
so I want to make sure I am up front."

Before Xander made it to the kitchen door, Spike caught
up with him putting his hand on Xander's arm.
"I'm really nervous, Xan. I know this isn't the big time,
but I really want to do well."

Xander held back for only a minute then thought 'fuck it'
he remembered what Joe had said and kissed Spike on
the cheek.
"You are going to be great. I'm really proud of you."

Spike touched his cheek and beamed brightly,
"I love you Xander." and he turned and rushed back
to his fellow musicians.

Xander walked out into the main room of the hall to wait.

"Xander, over here."
Joe waved his hand as he and a cluster of codgers sat
together grumbling happily about the state of the world
and the price of eggs.

Xander joined them.
"So your young man is playing tonight, huh? He pretty
good with his hands?"

Xander laughed determined to no longer let Joe embarrass him.
"He strokes the bow like an expert, Joe. I'm looking forward
to helping him practice."

Joe hollered and laughed at Xander's bravado.
Settling in, the four men came out and took their marks.
Manny stepped up and introduced each in turn.

Xander thought his heart would explode with love when
Spike was introduced as William Beemish and the crowd
applauded.

The room got quiet and the music burst forth filling the
rafters and the listeners with sounds and feelings of the beat.
First one couple then ten jumped to their feet and began the
stomping clog dancing that is regional to the mountains.

The temperature in the room rose sharply as the music sped up.
Dancers moved till they dropped, exhausted, into their chairs.
The floor vibrated with the combined thunder of everyone
tapping their feet and clapping their hands.

Time flew by till at last someone in the back flipped the lights
up to signal the last song.
The room groaned in resigned protest.
Spike was almost relieved.

He felt as worn out as if he were back on the docks.
His arms ached from being held in position, and his fingers were
starting to cramp.

Xander laughed at the look on Spike's face knowing he
would be giving one of his famous back rubs later on.
Or not.
Frowning, Xander realized it would depend on how things
went in the next 15 minutes.

As the evening ended, Xander went to the back to collect
Spike who was carefully folding the music and packing
the fiddle.

Pushing open the back door the cool air was a shock
against Spike's sweaty body and he shivered.
Pulling his jacket tighter around himself, Spike stopped as he
looked around for the car.

In it's place was an older pickup truck loaded with lumber.
"Hey, you got the wood. Whose truck?"

Xander mumbled his answer and jumped in the drivers seat.
Spike had a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach that he
understood what Xander had just said.
"What?"

Shutting off the engine, Xander turned in his seat and
looked Spike in the face.
"I said it's ours. I sold the Lincoln to Mr.Anderson, the
banker.

He gave me enough for the truck and all the supplies
we need for the cabin, plus a little extra."
Spike knew, but looking down at the object in his
hands he had to ask anyway.

"Enough for a violin? Oh God Xander how could you
do that?"
He blue eyes looked up searchingly.

"Jesus, Spike how could I not? The car was important
for a certain time in my life, but that time has passed.
Everything is different now. I did what I needed to do
to help us build our life and our home. And you know
what? I don't regret it for a minute.

Seeing you up there, happy and making everyone in the
room happy. How could a car compare to that?
Besides I did it for me too. I expect you to entertain me
with your playing every evening. So you see it is a
gift with strings."

Spike groaned at the pun.
"Take me home Xander. I think you owe me a back
rub after that one."
Both men laughed as Xander threw the truck into gear
and headed for the road out of town.

The end? For now.

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Thanks to everyone who read and commented so
faithfully. Thanks to everyone who read and only
commented once or twice.
Info on the new story "Temptation" will be posted
on Friday.
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