Disclaimer: Joss owns everything; I'm jealous, and now sulking.
Title: Tired Hearts
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A/N: I'd just like to say thank-you to all the people who have given my story a review:
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Buffy was sitting with a hot chocolate in one hand the remote to the television in the other and a cordless phone resting on her shoulder as she spoke to her mother.
"Yes mom… Yes everything's fine!"
"…"
"I know this place is amazing, I'll send you the photos when they develop."
"…"
"Anyway, remember I told you about William Giles, Mr Giles' son?"
"…"
"Yeah, well he's helping me find a job, we're going out hunting later, he should be coming around in a bit."
"…"
"Oh, well if you have to go." Buffy was disappointed. She loved hearing her mother's voice."
"…"
"Of course I'm being good. Williams just a friend." She silently sighed. She felt something for him but was unsure whether she dared ever have a boyfriend ever again; she was frightened they would all be like Angel."
"…"
"OK send Dawnie my love."
"…"
"OK bye mom, love you." Buffy hung up the phone and sank into her seat and smiled. She felt so independent. Yesterday Spike had taken her to a shop called Marks and Spenser's, than to Safeway's. He had made her buy a corkscrew. She knew she liked drinking she had only been drunk a few times, mostly when she was younger and can only remember the headache in the morning.
The knock at the door startled her. As she walked towards it she remembered that she had brought a brand new long mirror and hung it next to the front door. As she walked towards it she smiled. Her new low waist jeans hung to her hip and showed her flat tanned stomach. They made her legs look long and the pattern of light sequins running along the sides of each leg just made them cute. Her cream sweater was comfortable and yet accentuated all the right things. Her breasts look perk, by which Buffy was amazed. She wasn't wearing a bra. The sweater ended above her belly button so her stomach was revealed. Another knock at the stop her from admiring herself.
"Alright, alright." She yelled though the door. As it swung open it revealed an impatient English man, at the sight of him Buffy nearly lost the fight against gravity. Standing in front of her was a gorgeous man, she looked at his boots, which were thick and heavy his jeans were fitted and showed the bulge he had to offer. His black tight t-shirt made his muscles stand out. His hair was gelled back an odd soft platinum curl escaping from the sticky confinement. Spike looked amazing, his angular face more handsome than ever before.
As Buffy had opened the door Spike had notice her stare. He himself knew he was looking good. He had made a lot of effort to make this bint notice his manly body. He had made an effort but he had an excuse. He was taking her out. She didn't yet know, but he was.
"Can I come in or you gonna stand there all night?" he smirked and Buffy felt her heart fluttered.
"You look a bit dressed up to take me to find jobs." She said as she moved aside to let him in.
"We're not going job hunting." He smirked again as he walked into the sitting room.
"We're not?" Buffy questioned. "But you…" Spike cut her off by waving his hand.
"No we're going out. I'm taking you to a club." Spike smirked again causing the same effect as the last time on Buffy.
"When? I'm not ready." Buffy panicked
"I know that's why you've got an hour starting…" he paused for effect and looked at his Storm silver bracelet watch "NOW!" Buffy laughed
"An hour and a half and it's a deal." Spike nodded and Buffy ran out of the Sitting room. Spike sat on the sofa and smiled. It had gone better than he expected. He laughed at the sound of the bathroom door shutting and the showers' jet of water hitting the tray.
In the bedroom Buffy was silently panicking she had no idea what to wear. Walking around in just a towel and dripping hair she had the wardrobe doors wide open and clothes everywhere. Spike was pretty dressed up and she would have to be too. She looked in the now nearly empty wardrobe and sighed with relief. There in front of her was the perfect dress; she picked up the black thigh length dress. It's straps crossed at the back and the front dipped into it's self, low enough to show a little bit of cleavage. She smiled and tried not to remember the last time she wore it. Although she did remember the compliments she got. As it was a low back she couldn't wear a bra. She put on her tiny black thongs and stood in front of the mirror next to her bedroom television. She turned suddenly at the sound of Radio 1's DJ Dave Pearce coming from the radio in the front room. Spike had obviously got bored and was trying to amuse himself. Humming along with the song she started doing her hair, she curled it into golden ringlets and let them hang down onto her shoulders. She painted her toenails glittering black and her long nails the same colour she put on her silver rings and her long silver chain that dangled dangerously near to her cleavage. She put on a light foundation, brown eye shadow, black liquid eyeliner to accentuate her eyes then black mascara to darken her natural curly eyelashes. She applied a small amount of deep chocolate lipstick. She pulled on her dress and slipped on her black sandals with the silver diamante flowers in the corners. As she stepped out of the bedroom and looked in the mirror next to the front door she smiled.
She walked into the sitting room
"Ready." Spike turned around and stared she looked amazing. She could have anyone she wanted looking like that. And that worried him. He didn't know if he could cope with her going out with anyone because he wanted her for himself. His urge to just rip of the gorgeous dress and take into her bedroom and to make love to her all night long was stronger than any thing he had ever felt. He resisted the urge barely, and smiled.
"You look amazing." He said honestly.
"So do you." She smiled. The tension in the room was felt by both of them. Trying to break it Spike spoke.
"Hey, I told you that you needed a corkscrew." He said as he handed her a bottle of white wine. She smiled and walked to the kitchen, she walked back with two wine glasses and the corkscrew.
"Here you go you can do the screwing." Spike nearly dropped the bottle of wine and Buffy blushed realising what she said.
"I meant … umm … well you know the cork in the bottle." She finished the sentence laughing, Spike joining in after a few seconds.
After one glass of wine and a few more laughs Spike suggested that they leave for the club. Buffy's head was already light and she learnt quickly to take it slow when drinking wine.
"Oh Shit!" Spike shouted.
"What?" Buffy asked surprised at the sudden loud voice.
"I've forgot my jacket." He sighed
"No worry's Spike, we'll get it as we leave." Her voice held a certain element of intelligence, and Spike smiled and nodded. Buffy quickly brushed her teeth and sorted out her little black handbag. As Buffy locked up Spike ran into his flat, grabbed his leather knee length duster, and brushed his teeth and ran back outside. He smiled at Buffy and they walked to the lift. As the reached the ground floor the stepped out Anya was packing up to go home. She had stayed late and was hurrying to get home. As the pair walked from the lift, Anya thought they looked like the perfect couple. And Anya being Anya spoke her mind.
"Wow you to look perfect for each other." They both blushed at her words, which encouraged Anya to continue. "I bet you could have many orgasm's together!" they blushed even more.
"Anya this is Buffy. My friend." The last two words said slowly.
"Yeah what ever it's obvious you want one another. Anyway where you going?"
"To a club." Buffy answered shyly.
"Oh have a nice time." She smiled and went into the back office. Buffy was feeling very unnerved by Anya and so was Spike. He was use to her blunt tongue and had no idea she would have stayed so late.
As they walked out of the apartment block, they smiled at each other. A black cab pulled up on the other side of the road to let a person out. Spike grabbed Buffy's hand without thinking and dragged her across the empty back street the apartment block was on. They jumped in the back of the cab still holding hands
"Evolution nightclub please mate." He asked the cabbie. Buffy's fingers moved and he realised he was still linked to her by hands, he felt a shudder of excitement, he looked at her smiled as if asking permission to continue touching to her. She smiled at him, Her thumb running circles on the back of his hand. Her touch sending little electric currents though his hand, as he smiled back, the cab pulled to a halt outside a well-lit nightclub, which was beginning to fill, Buffy let go of his hand and stepped out the cab. Spike felt as if he was missing a limb without her hand. He paid the cab driver and met up with Buffy on the path. They began to walk towards the club, both wanting each over to make some sort of move.
A/N: Please read and review, please. I'm begging you I need more. I'm not writing any more until I get enough to make me smile! And the next chapter promise's to be great it's about while they're in the nightclub! Love lot's Mel xx