Disclaimer: they all own it. You know Joss, Mutant Enemy, and 20th Century Fox. And I'm just a worthless person who watches the show. And writes stories based on their characters. Sad huh?

Title: Tired Hearts

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A/N: thanks for all the helpful reviews! But I need more. I love reviews they make me feel really special! Thanks again.

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            Buffy followed Spike into the nightclub, the music was loud and the base was vibrating her eardrums. The club was huge and was nothing like Buffy had been to before, as they walked though the dance floor towards the bar Spike turned around and smiled. Buffy missed it, as she was looking around amazed. Spiked noticed her eyes; they looked like they were drinking in everything around her. They reached the bar and spike reached in his Duster inside pocket for his wallet. Seeing Spike do this Buffy opened her bag, Spike noticed and took her hand in his, she looked up and watched him shake his head. She closed her bag and smiled sweetly thanking him.

"What do you want?" Spike shouted above the music.

"I don't know? Umm." Buffy began to think what alcoholic drink she had liked back in America.

"What do you want, mate?" The bartender asked Spike

"A beer, and a …" he paused and looked at Buffy, she shrugged her shoulders and silently sighed.

"A Malibu and lemonade." The bartender smiled and nodded, in less than a minute Spike had paid for the drinks and was walking carefully as not to drop them to the seating area.

The music was quieter in the corner or the room. Buffy followed spike to the corner seats and felt a rush of excitement. She had heard girls from school talking about the 'Corner Seat' in nightclubs; she remembered that one girl had stayed there all night kissing one man. She smiled an innocent smile at Spike and nudged up closer to him.  Spike felt her thigh next to his. The feel of her shocked him and he nearly jumped from the seat, but somehow controlled it. Buffy picked up the tall glass and sipped the straw. Spike watched amazed.

"Yummy!" Buffy said before plunging back down onto the straw. Spike nearly lost all control there and then.

"Going … umm … toilet luv." He smiled and left her. She watched him walk to back down the way they had came though and felt a longing to follow him.

"Hello." A voice from her left said. She stared up at the mousy brown curtain haircut, the bug chest and muscular arms talking to her.

"Hi." She turned back around and sipped her now nearly empty drink; she noticed though the corner of her eye that the man was still there.

"Can I help you?" she asked impatiently.

"Well actually I was thinking the same thing, you see I saw you boyfriend leave." The last two words he said carefully praying she would correct him.

"And what?" she responded.

"Well I thought I could offer you a better time. Can we dance?" he asked shyly.

"Firstly, I don't know your name. Secondly I don't know you, thirdly I'm here with someone." She smiled bitterly. He took the hint and walked away.

            Two minutes later Spike walked back with two more drinks. He smiled as he sat down.

"What you think then?" He nodded towards the dance floor

"It's great. I like it here, a few creeps but other than that it's cool." She looked down at her feet. Spike noticed and felt his heart pull. He drank half of his pint in one gulp and looked at her. He smiled shyly and blinked a few times.

"You wanna dance?" he asked quietly

"What?" Buffy asked not hearing his question. Spike cocked his head up and smirked. He spoke loud and clear when he asked again.

 "Wanna dance?"

"Yeah, sure." She drank the rest of her second drink. She stood up taking the lead towards the dance floor.

Christina Aguilera's new song 'Fighter' filled the dance floor the Buffy began to dance. Spike watched for a few seconds. She moved like an angel. As she grinded her hips and put her hands over her head Spike was paralysed. She closed her eyes and wished for his touch. As she opened her eyes she saw Spike standing still. She took his hands and placed them on her hips. She turned so her back was against his chest and they began to move together as if one. The world stopped and as a new song came on, Spike spun her to face him they gyrated together to the sound of the music and looked deeply into each other's eyes. Spike's dazzling blue eyes amazed Buffy, they where looking deeply into hers as if trying to read her mind.

She blushed as registered what her mind wanted. As if reading it Spike lent toward her, he nervously double-checked her eyes to see if he was doing the right thing. They where already closed, so he closed his as he kissed her pouting lips. Her lip-gloss was sticky and made his lips gently stick to hers. He opened the kiss up and hoped she would move with him. She granted his wish and pushed her tongue into meet his. The smooth tongues meet and the kiss went on for another song and Spike broke the embrace Buffy moaned.

"Yummy." She declared dreamily.

"Yummy." Spike repeated.

He grabbed her hand and went back to the bar brought two more drinks and led her back towards their previous seats. Buffy snuggled into him as he brought his arm over her to rest on her shoulders. She looked into his eyes and smiled softly.

Spike mind was buzzing. He wanted to take her away from here, but instead with his free arm he drank his pint of beer. No words were spoken for another thirty minutes. They both kept reliving the passionate kiss in their minds and smiling every time.

"Want another?" Spike asked praying she said no.

"Do you?" Buffy's eyes squinted into his, as if trying to see whether she had answered correctly. He lent down and kissed her again just as passionate as before.

"Wanna go for a walk?" she looked at him again this time smiling cheekily.

"In these shoes?" she questioned gesturing towards her high-heeled shoes.

"Wanna go home?" he asked bravely

"Yup" she stood up grabbed her bag and walked towards the exit. Spike put on his duster and would of floated if it was physically possible. They got a taxi back to the apartment block and walked towards the lift.

            The doors closed them in the lift and Buffy's urges were forceful. In the movies she had seen the people stopping the elevators and making love on the mans coat. She hit the emergency stop button. Spike looked at her and laughed.

"And Miss Elizabeth Summers. What do you think you doing?" his voice was seductive and made Buffy's heart pound.

"Well Mr William Giles. There seems to be some problem with the elevator." She smiled as she watched his face lighten up. He took her in his arms and lifted her dainty body in the air. He pushed his face up and kissed her lips hard. He spun her around and sat her on the floor. He kneeled in-between her legs and kissed her again letting her hair slip in-between his fingers. Her blonde hair on his fingertips was causing his bulge in his pants to struggle. Buffy's soft fingers went under his t-shirt and touched is rippling chest. She breathed in his sent of soft tobacco and a light sweat. Spike stopped. He couldn't take her here as much as he wanted to. He moved away and stood up. He hit the start button and the lift whirled into action

"Oh, Spike I like it here." She moaned. He laughed and helped her up.

"Don't worry Buff. I'll make it up to you." He smiled and straighten up his top.

The doors opened to reveal the corridor leading to Spike's and Buffy's apartments.

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