Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with Buffy. Wish I did I'd be so rich. But life's not fair. Oh well.
Title: Tired Hearts
Buffy opened her eyes and looked around her new home. From the front door she could see a wooden door straight ahead. She started to giggle at the thought of owning her own apartment. As she pushed open the wooden door she gasped at the large bedroom. The walls were a light purple with a white dado along the top of the walls joining to a crisp white ceiling. On the wall to the right was a four-poster bed made from wrought iron. There was a lilac sheet the dropped down to the floor and a thick duvet was in a darker shade of purple that matched the three small cushions positioned on top of the pillows. Either side of the bed had a dark wooden bedside cabinet with wrought iron knobs on their three little drawers. A small bedside lamp with a cream shade with lilac patterns was on the right cabinet and a white sheet of paper on the left. She followed her eyes to the next wall, which held a large low window. Freshly hung thick cream curtains with tiny lilac symbols running though them were tied back to reveal a window seat with the exact same cushions that where on the bed propped up against the window. She carried on staring in amazement. The wall ahead had a large six-drawer chest made from the same wood as the bedside cabinets, on top was a small television propped on top of a video player, next to that a large wooden framed mirror. Then a large three-door wardrobe with a full-length mirror on the middle door stood grandly opposite the door. In-between the two pieces of furniture was a cream painting with abstract characters painted in lilac.
Buffy was amazed. She unpacked all he clothes and made the glorious bedroom feel more like hers by putting her make up and bits and bobs around the place. She read the paper informing her to knock on room 1026 to meet William Giles so he could show her around sighed by Mr. Giles. Buffy smiled and thought it was as if she had outsmarted Mr. Giles by meeting Spike before she was told to. She giggled again and walked out of the bedroom there was a door to her right and two doors to her left.
She opened the first door on the left and smiled again as she stood in front of a large bathroom. Pine cabinets with pristine white doors ran down the whole right side of the bathroom. Two single cupboards were at the top of the wall on the left and the right a sink was in the middle of the cabinets and a mirror hung above with no frame. Straight in front of the door at the end of the small room was a toilet that looked as if it had never been used. Then along the left side of the room was a Jacuzzi jet bathtub! Buffy squealed with delight and run her slender fingers over the edge of the bath. She turned to walk out so she could collect her toiletries and place them in the beautiful cupboards. Hidden behind the now open door was a power jet shower cubical. Another squeal escaped Buffy's lips and her heart did a summersault in the ribcage holding it secure and safe. She ran into the next room to see what it hid.
As she opened the second door on the left it revealed a small but comfortable kitchen. It had pastel blue and green mosaic tiles which stopped at window ledge height. The walls where then a lovely blue. The wall on the right had a cooker with a cupboard with stone working surface either side of it. There was an extraction fan above the cooker and again a cupboard either side on the wall. The wall then leads to the right and a small utility room with a slim line fridge freezer combo against the wall and shelves straight in front of the doorway, which had no door. More cupboards were along the right wall but it was only enough room for a sink and draining board, this was due to the utility room coming out far enough to leave the small gap. Leading around the corner the cupboards followed around the wall around to the doorway where Buffy was standing. She smiled and noted she needed a toaster and a kettle; she opened all cupboards and made another mental note that she needed cutlery. She ran back into the bedroom and grabbed the letter and wrote down a list of what she needed. She collected all her toiletries and arranged them in the bathroom cupboards. She ran back to the list and put towels and flannels.
She ventured out of the bedroom and looked to the right she smiled when she remembered she had not yet seen what was held behind this wooden door. She slowly pressed down the handle and opened the door. As it gently swung open her mouth dropped open as if gravity had pulled it to meet her toes. Straight in font of her was a large six seated dining table, it was black glass with two gold lines bordering the outline. She looked at the walls to see a soft yellow on alternative walls. As she walked past the large dining table on the right was a big arch, which lead to the lounge. To her left was a two-seated black leather settee to her right against the length of the right wall was a three-seated black leather settee in the middle of the room was a large wooden coffee table with a glass middle and a shelf underneath next to the larger settee was a large wonderful fire-place with wood already in the fireplace. Against the joining corner of the walls opposite the larger settee was a television and a DVD player in a glass cabinet, a remote was on the top of the telly and next to the small of the settees was a floor lamp. Buffy was astonished. How could she be so lucky, Mr Giles had done so much for her and she would be grateful for the rest of her live. Suddenly felt faint as she thought of why she was here. She saw Angels face float in front of her eyes, she dropped onto the sofa and let her thoughts run away.
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"That's what matters huh? That's what matters?" Buffy repeated becoming hysterical. She loved Angel with all her heart and all he'd been doing was screwing around behind her back. "You wanker! You have no idea." She started pacing towards him, her eyes full of hurt and hate. Angel's eyes became wild and scarred. Then they changed and became defensive. She kept eye contact until she was standing in front staring up at him.
Angel watched her walk towards him and saw the fire in her eyes, which were locked onto his. He saw what had attracted him to her. She was pretty, in fact she was gorgeous, and she had been a virgin. He wanted to pop her cherry then leave her. He'd worked on her for a year all for that stupid cow Cordelia to leave her soaking panties in his backseat. He had been seeing Cordy for about a month behind Buffy's back. Cordelia was just a shag. Same with the girls before her, and there had been many. Buffy wasn't suppose to find out like this she was suppose to fuck him and then he'd tell her laugh in her face and go back to his old ways. By this time the petite beauty was standing looking up at him. The bitch had shattered his plans. Nobody had ever spoilt Angel's plans before. He stared at her for a moment. Then laughed. He laughed an evil laugh that made her jump.
Angel began laughing and it startled Buffy. She blinked rapidly trying to hide the tears that were beginning to burn her eyes. She didn't understand.
"You stupid cow." Angel spat his words out with venom. "I bet you thought I loved you. That I was the one!" he lowered his back so he was eye to eye with her. "Your so pathetic did you know that?" with that he straighten up and with one quick movement grabbed her hair ruining her hair-do that she had spent an hour on. With all his might he pushed her back. She flew back hitting her back on a close by tombstone. She looked up at him. Her bottom lip began to quiver. She wouldn't let him see her cry. Her back shot with pain as she tried to get up she let out a gasp and Angel laughed.
"You're a pig Angel, Nobody pushes me that way. We're over. Get out of my way I'm going home."
Buffy got up and started to walk with as much dignity as she could. As she walked past Angel he turned around and grabbed her shoulder. He smiled at her and coldly said
"You're not getting away that easy. I've worked hard for a year to get one thing from you. And I'm getting it!" the last four words were shouted his spittle landing on her face.
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A knock at the door broke Buffy's mind from swirling. She unsteadily got up and walked to the front door. She opened the door and smiled. Spike had a bunch of yellow flowers and a see though vase full of dragon eye stones.
"May I come in?" Spike's voice was soft
"Of course." Buffy smiled. He had saved her from her thoughts and she owed him for that.
" I would offer you a cup of coffee or tea but I haven't got any thing. How about water?"
"Water would be great, you got glasses?" he knew she wouldn't and laughed when she blushed.
"Actually now I think about it I haven't." With that she ran into her bedroom Spike followed her. When he walked in he remembered his room being exactly the same before he had redecorated. As he turned he saw Buffy scribbling down on a piece of paper.
"Think you need that shopping trip I offered pet." Spike smirked as she dropped her pencil and bent over to pick it up.
"Yea, I think I could to. Do you think you could wait while I jump in the shower?" She asked straitening herself up again. She noticed Spike blushing and thought he must have thought she caught him looking. She knew he had been.
"Course I can. I'll watch a bit of T.V. that ok?" she smiled and nodded then left for the bathroom. Spike moved to the sitting room and heard a gush of water.
"Spike?" Buffy's voice came from a crack in the bathroom door. Spike chuckled and got up. Surly he couldn't be lucky enough to be invited in with her.
"Yea, pet?" he walked towards the bathroom. He noticed the door open a crack. He chuckled to himself again and took a few steps towards the bathroom. He put his hand on the door handle and decided to play dumb.
"What's up?" he went to walk in when Buffy's head poked out the door. Spike jumped back startled.
"I haven't got any towels' could I borrow a couple of yours?" she smiled sweetly. He could see the mist behind her and her clothes on the side cabinet but she was well hidden behind the door. The thought of her tanned slim body made him grow hard; slightly blushing he nodded his head and turned to fetch some towels.
"Spike I'll leave the bathroom door open just put them inside the door. OK?" She smiled at the thought that he was embarrassed and giggled to herself. She heard something that was inaudible and figured it was Spike agreeing. Slowly she stepped into the shower and sighed. She felt the warmth of the shower and closed her eyes. She began shampooing her hair by the time Spike got back into the flat. He closed the door behind him and headed towards the bathroom. The jet of water could be heard from outside the apartment.
He smiled as he pushed open the door slightly.
"Buffy just putting the towels here." He said softly.
"Ok" she answered. He could smell the shampoo she was using. He stuck his head past the crack while he placed the towels on the floor and smiled when he looked in the now misting up mirror. He caught a glimpse of Buffy's naked back. Instantly he grew hard again. He tried to move out but caught his watch on the cupboard door. Making it swing open and sending the items in it flying. The crash made Buffy jump and she stuck her dripping head out of the cubicle. She laughed when she saw Spikes arm hanging thought the crack in the door and his wristwatch caught on the cupboard.
"Sorry, sorry, I… I… well…" he started stuttering and was grateful when Buffy cut in
"Pass me a towel peeping tom" she began giggling. Spike unhooked his watch and crabbed a towel. He opened it up wide and closed his eyes while he tried to explain.
"I ain't no peeping tom. I was putting the… erm… towels down and… erm… I caught my watch on the knob. Sorry bout the mess pet." He felt the towel move from his hands
"You can open them." Spike did as she said. He looked at her and had to try not to drool.
"Let me get dressed then we'll go." She smiled sweetly. If anything Buffy thought, I've got a best friend.