Disclaimer: Joss owns everything. I'm just one of many who are very jealous. But one day I'll own something and when Joss knocks at my door begging to own part of it I'll turn him down. He he
Title: Tired Hearts
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A/N: hello! Sorry it's been ages since I've updated. You see the clothes shop my mum and me own has been approached by the local division two-football club to do a fashion show. And I've been organising it. We also had to go and travel across England on Wednesday to get new stock, and then it takes two days pricing it, putting it out and making the shop look good once again. So I had my first day off in a week and a half yesterday and just wanted to sleep. Anyway I had a really heavy evening on Saturday. Well sorry again.
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****A Week Later****
Buffy was really happy. She had been working for a week and was getting on great. Willow and Tara were great bosses and even better friends. Xander turned out to be a really good chief; he was always making jokes, and had the ability to cheer anyone up who was sad. Spike on the other hand was amazing. He always picked her up after work, always made her smile and respected her wishes of waiting before they committed properly to one another. But they were officially a couple. She smiled as she served her last of her customers and took their desert orders. As she wrote on her pad she was oblivious to the dark haired man watching her with wide eyes in the corner sipping on his cold coffee.
Spike was watching his favourite soap. He loved 'Eastenders' and 'Coronation Street', and being a Monday night 'Corrie' was on twice with Eastenders in the middle. He wished he had Buffy snuggled on his lap asking him all her annoying questions about the soap's.
"Who's he?" he mimicked her voice making him giggle. He stopped sharply at the sound of the phone ringing. He ran over to the phone pondering who would be ring him at seven thirty at night. A cold flush tricked down his body when he thought that Buffy could be in trouble but shook it off. She was Willow and the rest of the gang. She'd be fine.
"Hello?" Spike voice sounded nervous due to his previous thoughts. He closed his eyes and dug deep into his pockets. He picked out one of his cigarettes from the nearly empty packet with his teeth. Whilst waiting for a voice to come over the telephone line he flicked open his lighter causing the flame to light his fag.
"Hello?" he asked again more cocky and sure of himself this time. His eyes widened as he heard heavy breathing though the earpiece.
"Look who is this? Or you just some sick pervert wishing you could have a bit?" Spike's voice was hard; he was disgusted that someone was making him miss the start of the second 'Coronation Street'. The breathing got heavier a small sigh was let out before the line went dead.
"Son of a bitch!" Spike shouted flicking his ash into an ashtray. He walked back to the sitting room to watch the T.V when curiosity got the best of him. He picked up the phone and dialled 1471 A recorded female voice told Spike the last number that phoned him and asked if he wanted to phone it back. He pressed 3 and waited for someone to answer.
As the last customers of the night began to leave Buffy tidied the last dirty table. She had been run of her feet all night and just wanted to get home and go to sleep. She took the last of the dirty plates and cups through the large double doors to the kitchen and placed them in the large industry washing machine. It would wash all the dishes and cups sparkling clean in two minutes. As she waited she heard the customers pay phone ring. It was old and the haunting ringing had an echo to it. She looked at Xander who was putting away the last of the unused food into the large fridge.
"Shall I get it?" Buffy asked unsure.
"Yea, might be some wife looking for her cheating husband!" he laughed his English accent flowing naturally. He smiled at her with sparkling teeth and glowing eyes. She giggled as she walked to the pay phone, which was located near the front doors. On it's forth ring she picked it up.
"Good evening Purley Bistro." Buffy's voice sounded official and very American.
"Buffy?" Spikes English accent took Buffy by surprise.
"Spike? Why didn't you ring the kitchen phone?" She asked.
"What? Why did you ring? Are you alright?" Spike sounded panicked
"Huh? I didn't ring you." Buffy felt confused. She didn't have time to ring Spike all night or else she would have.
"Buff I'm coming to get ya." With that the line went dead.
*****30 minutes later*****
Spike was sitting at a clean table waiting for Buffy to finish in the kitchen. Willow was sitting with Spike, concerned for her friend. Spike had told her about the phone call and figured that it was just a hoax. But even Willow figured it was a bit to close to home.
"Spike." Willows voice calm and could have been mistaken as seductive. He smiled and looked up to face her.
"Chill out. It was probably just some teenager trying to have a laugh. Anyway people get pranks all the time. Like there was one time when Tara and me got together. We always got them. But they stopped after time. K?" Spike smiled effortlessly. As much as he liked Willow, sometimes the red head dug herself in deeper without realising it.
"No worries red." At that point Buffy came out of the kitchen smiling. Xander followed her with just a big grin on his face as the small blonde in front. Buffy held out the box of chocolates that were unopened. There was a small paper red heart lying under a tightly wrapped red bow, it's ribbon hugging the box.
"You are so sweet." Buffy said as she kissed Spike on top of his bleached head.
"What?" Spike stood up and took the box from her delicate hands. "These 'ent from me goldilocks."
"What do you mean? They have to be. Look at the heart." She pointed to the red paper cut into the heart. Spike put the chocolates down and took the heart from under the bow.
"See it's got…" Spike cut into her announcement.
"A spike running though it." He showed it to Willow. As she lifted the heart higher so she could see bet Buffy gasped. On the back of the paper heart was the drawing of a sharp edge of the spike. From it were four droplets of dried blood, with a small black letter in each one.
" …S…"
"…O…"
"…O…"
"…N…" Buffy spelt out puzzled
"Soon?" Spike corrected her. Puzzled himself.
After another 30 minutes of trying to solve why someone would spill there own blood trying to get a message to Buffy the couple left the bistro. They arrived at their apartments in complete silence. All the time Buffy thinking about her relationship with William, how lucky she was, and that her feelings for him were already more than they were with Angel. Buffy unlock the door to her flat and Spike followed her in.
"Some people are crazy." She said as she took her long leather coat of. Spike following her lead, and taking off his own.
"That they are duck." Spike's voice trailed off as Buffy pick up his coat and gave it back to him.
"Come back, later!" she winked at him and smiled seductively half pushing him out of the door.
"And why would I want to do that?" he asked playfully grabbing her to him. He pushed his lips onto hers and she opened her mouth to accept his tasty tongue. The sweet tasting tobacco and saliva made her smile.
"Yummy!" she managed to say after breaking the passionate kiss. Spike smiled and kissed her hand.
"An hour!" he said sternly.
"An hour!" she mimicked. She turned around and ran into her apartment. It felt like home now. She spoke to her mom and Dawn once a day, and to her father once a weekend. He wasn't particularly happy about her being so far away, but they talked more now than when she was in America.
She ran into her kitchen and went to the fridge; she opened the white door and pulled the box of strawberries out, and then the cream. She then ran to the bedroom and took the new black dress out from the wardrobe. Her previous tiredness now washed away by complete energy. She took her little black thongs from her top drawer and headed back to the kitchen. She poured all the strawberries onto the chopping board and cut all the big one's in half. She coated them in sugar and preceded to switch on the stove, she reached down to the cupboards with the saucepans in and pulled out her smallest saucepans. She filled it with water and sugar and filled began to let it simmer. She took a few strawberries and mixed them into the watery syrup. As it became thicker Buffy turned the stove of and walked to the bathroom giving the syrup time to cool. She turned on the shower and quickly washed and shaved all places that could be shaved.
Knowing he had an hour Spike jumped into the shower. Completely unaware of what Buffy was planning. He really liked Buffy. He could see himself with her for a long time to come. In fact he couldn't imagine being without her. Nine o'clock came and Spike was ready he'd put on his casual black jeans a white tight t-shirt and a blue silky shirt. He walked out of his apartment and locked the door.
"Hi Spiky." Said Darla an old flame from long ago who lived on the fifth floor. She blocked his way and put her arm on his left side.
"Darla." Spike grunted nodding his head.
"Spike it's been a while. I was wondering what your doing?" she fluttered her eyelashes and licked her lips.
"I'm going to my girlfriends so if you don't mind?" he gestured for her to get out of his way.
"Any one I know?" she smiled and let her creamy voice flow though her moist lips, her breast heaved through her lilac blouse. Darla's hair was flowing over her shoulders, whilst her eyes glistened as the stared into his. Spike could remember quite clearly why he was attracted to her, she was attractive, but nothing like Buffy. Buffy was beautiful and sophisticated. She knew what she did and didn't want. On the other hand Darla was to easy, Spike recalled all he had to do was blink and she would do anything he wanted. The fact that she had a very, very long track record of men had put Spike off even more. When he had finished the weeklong relationship (which was just sex, all the time) he had blamed it on himself but the truth was after a week she repulsed him. She couldn't hold a conversation she couldn't cook. She wouldn't work just relied on daddy's money. With each thought his feelings were becoming evident through his facial expression except Darla was to thick to notice. She began to stroke his strong muscular arm. Feeling the material of his shirt move made Spike jump.
"Well do I know her?" Darla asked again this time her strokes moving onto his chest, her long purple fingernail making his shirt ripple underneath it. Spike grabbed her hand making her giggle in excitement, through gritted teeth he hissed at her.
"No doubt you do actually. She 'ent no slag and she probably wouldn't associate herself with a bint like you." With that he let go of his firm grip and almost threw her out of his way. She looked back at him and then stuck up two fingers and walked away. With her gone Spike tidied himself up and knocked on Buffy's door.
The door opened and Spike's heartstrings pulled, Buffy's hair was straight and hanging loosely onto her shoulders. She was wearing a very small black dress that showed the bottom of her arse. She was bare footed and had a flushed look about her. She smiled and pulled him into a passionate kiss. She pulled him to the bedroom and Spike gasped, in front of him on the spotless dressing table was a glass bowl filled with strawberries. Next to that was a small glass jug full with cream. Two bowls and two champagne glasses filled with sparkling wine. Buffy ran from the room and when she returned to the bedroom the apartment was filled with low music, Spike pulled her to him and kissed her again. Knowing deep down that it was going to be a struggle not to make love to her, he wanted her so desperately. She smiled as they fell onto the bed and as he lay on top of her, he realised that he needed her. He couldn't imagine being without her, and as he looked into her eyes he realised he was falling in love. All the time Spike was thinking these thoughts Buffy was mirroring them. She was falling deeply in love with him, and it was that thought alone that made her decide it was time. As their lips merged together Buffy looked at Spike she smiled softly knowing she would never regret what they were about to do.
Buffy gently rolled Spike off of her and stood up she walked to the bowl of strawberries and took one and placed it in her lips, Spike watched fascinated at her soft movements, she glided around the room like an angel. As he continued to stare she slipped out of her dress causing Spikes mouth to drop. She pulled him up and started to undress him. No words were spoken, neither were they needed. Spike picked Buffy up and carried her to the bed, as she lay down against the pillows Spike pulled down his trousers letting his bulging cock free. He gentle pulled away at her thongs, all the time wanting to take her roughly, but knowing he had to take her slowly and gently. As he crawled slowly on top of her he looked her in the eye.
"Are you sure." He whispered. She nodded and closed her eyes. Her lips parted as he gently stroked her clit with the tip of his erection. Within minutes she reached her climax and shudders engulfed her body. Squeezing her thighs shut as she moaned gently. As if it was a cue Spike gently force his way between her wet lips, she gasped and Spike froze afraid he had hurt her. She placed both hands on his hips and gently pulled him in further. Spike was sad that her little lining that should have been inside her, that should have been broken by him, had been killed of by a ruthless Angel, An angel who would have quite happily of rape Buffy. The thought made him want to make her happy, made him want to make these a wonderful experience.
He started to plunge deeper watching for signs to stop. But her open mouth gasping for needed air and the movement of her hips were making him continue, although he knew he wouldn't last much longer
"Umm tight… wet… Buffy." Spike murmured he felt her beginning to shake as she reached her second orgasm. Spike began to spasm with her and as she came she screamed his name, making Spike feel like he was going to come again. They collapsed together and Buffy smiled Spike gently pulled out of her, and went to get up.
"Umm that was good." Buffy smiled, "Spike I'm all sticky."
"I know pet. I'm going to get you some tissue and a wet cloth." He said still amazed that she had let him take her virginity.
"No let's get in the shower." She smiled seductively and Spike couldn't resist, even if he had wanted to.
"'K' pet." He carried her to the bathroom where they made love again on the rug. Spike stayed the night and by the time they fell asleep they could think of nothing but each other.
A/N: any good? Let me know! Please I need reviews so much! Please! Again sorry for the delay! Oh and by the way I'm getting closer to my target!