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Title: Tired Hearts
A/N: hello every one I know it's been a while! But I'm back, the shop has been so busy and I've had writers block, but I received a few reviews and now I'm back with confidence. I know my spelling and that has been sloppy, but I save all my chapters, and the file that they were saved on wouldn't let me open them again once they were saved. So however I saved that chapter I had to post it that way… hope you know what I'm going on about! But now I've sorted out the file and hopefully it shouldn't play me up!
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Thanks again love you all! XX Mel XX
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Buffy stared in disbelief, how on earth could some one do that? A man shovelled two doughnuts into his mouth and closed it as he munched away nonplussed.
"Ewww!" Buffy was disgusted with the display the big man was putting on. She stared through the window from the kitchen into the diner
"What? What's all Ewww?" Willows question stunned Buffy and she nearly lost her balance. She saw the red head and nodded her head towards the window. Willow peeped up and had a look along side Buffy.
"No-way he didn't just put… oh my god he did… that's really gross!" Willow jumped away as the man puffed out his fat cheeks and patted his stomach.
"Are you serving him or is Tara?" Willow said quietly as if the were being taped and she didn't want anyone to hear her.
"Lucky old me!" she pulled her mouth down and made a sick sound which set Willow and Buffy into fits of giggles. Once they recovered Buffy went out and served the man a bacon sandwich, a pot of coffee and a chocolate filled pastry, which looked full of calories and fat.
She turned to take the new customers order she shuddered, she felt a sense of déjà vu. The customer hair hung in curtains and loose bits dangled in his green eyes. He wore a plain green t-shirt with a round neck that complimented his eyes and skin tone, not a bad looker, Buffy thought, she then instantly scolded herself for even thinking in that way, she had Spike she didn't need to even consider anyone else. As she approached the dark haired stranger sitting at table number two she thought she recognised him. She swore blind she knew him from somewhere, but she hadn't a clue where.
"Hi I'm Buffy Summers, your waitress, what can I get you?" she smiled her waitress smile and felt like she should curtsey or something. His eyes poured into hers and he said nothing, just stared. She felt the familiar tingle crawling slowly up her spine. Two minutes past and Buffy still had received no answer. He hadn't even looked down at his menu.
"Can I get you anything?" she prompted him along, wanting to get away soon. The Bistro usually got some really nice people in, she loved the old regulars who during the day would tell her about the old days and their long lost loved ones. She really liked working here; she really liked Willow, Tara and Xander. They didn't feel like bosses the felt like friends. But it was people like this customer sitting in front staring hopelessly at her and the fat pig directly behind her that put her off. She knew the pros out weighed the cons every time, but the inner disgust she felt for these people was vile.
"Look, are you just gonna stare all day? Do you want a coffee? Tea? Pastry?" Buffy's voice sounded irritable and snapped the man out off his trance.
Her voice was outstanding; she wasn't just any normal London girl. She was an American. Her voice was creamy and thick, she wore her long blonde hair in platted pigtails and it made her look younger than he knew she was. At twenty she was a wonderful example of what a woman should be! Her eyes were green, but there was a tint of hazel her small waitress outfit fitted her perfectly and fell on her hips to show her perfect figure. He thought he was in love with her before, when he watched from afar. When he watched her dance with that blonde male, when he watched her work through the Bistro's window, when he sat on the back of the bus as she went home.
It was that so called boyfriend that was spoiling everything. He was spoiling her as well! With his sexual ways, he heard them, and he'd watch them from under the tree at the back of the apartment block. That blonde bloke thought that because they were on the 12th floor no one could see but he'd brought binoculars and he'd watch them whenever he went out for a walk. Now though he was sitting in front of her, she was acknowledging him and he was stuck in her eyes, her full lashes and her painted lips, all calling him, and yet he could do nothing. Her voice turned sour and he realised she was frightened of him; he liked that Idea, that's why he had sent her things. That's why he sent her friends things. He looked at once more with a longing lust and then ordered a coffee. He would watch her work, but this time from within the Bistro.
Later he paid his bill and left, he wouldn't come back because she might notice him. She might notice him following her home, watching her behind sway like only a pure woman could make it. Buffy on the other hand by the end of the night had completely forgotten about the strange customer, at seven o'clock she left work jumped on the bus because Spike had phoned on her break to let her know he was working late. Some tenants apparently hadn't paid for nearly two months now and he had some phone calls and such other things to do. As she walked into the quiet lobby of the apartment block she found her feet leading to his office behind the counter. She turned the doorknob and walked into the ground floor office. Sitting with his back to the door and his head in his palms was Spike. She left the door open hoping to not alert him until she felt ready. She slowly walked up to him and bent down, she herd a soft snore and nearly bust out laughing, it was half past seven and he was already asleep! She put her hand on his shoulder and ever so gently shook him, he began to stir and as he turned around in his sleepy state Buffy straddled him.
"Umm nice way to wake up luv." Spikes Voice sounded groggy and lacking its usual sarcastic manner.
"Bless, is Spiky all tired from work?" Buffy's laughing tone made Spike smile, he had been hard at work, number 0310 hadn't paid up again, he had subbed them last month as they had been here for almost a year. Now though they had taken the piss. They were a week late paying for the two months they owed him. He had to call his father who proceeded to inquire about Buffy's well fare and asked him to get her to phone Joyce. She hadn't phoned for a week and Joyce was becoming concerned. Deep down he knew it was his fault, every time Buffy had suggested phoning her; he had swept her off to the bedroom, or the sofa, or the bathroom. He smirked at the thought of their antics but knew he had to tell her to phone her mother and actually let her go and do it. 0310 owed him £1100 and he was beginning to become worried, his father had told him that he was to give them a weeks notice before the issue would be taken to court and Spike really couldn't be bothered with all the palaver.
"Whatca thinking?" Buffy's voice played with his mind making his groin area increase in size. Buffy felt his erection grow against her bottom and giggled. She began to gently wiggle on his groin and was delighted when he let out a soft moan. She stood up and shut the door, she pulled down his pants and then his boxers, she was delighted to see his enlarged member and began to kiss up it's left side, Spike let out another muffled moan as Buffy's lips parted and she took his erection into her warm mouth, the heat of her tongue rolling over his sex was absolutely amazing and he relished in the feelings that where beginning to overwhelm him. He felt himself rising to an orgasm and didn't know if Buffy was willing to accept his sperm into her mouth. The soft side of her tongue rolled over his foreskin and he felt the tingling begin.
"Buff… Buffy" His voice was in a low moan, he didn't want her to stop, but he didn't want her to feel like she had to continue. But she just traced her finger up his torso, still sucking his throbbing penis. Her finger reached his mouth and she put across his lips to silence him. He engulfed the finger into his month but felt his orgasm coming along in full force, suddenly he exploded inside her mouth.
Once it was over Buffy stood up and swallowed Spikes little soldiers as she nick named them. When he had came she felt the saltiness as it exploded in her mouth, she wanted to gag but knew from what people said at school back in America that men loved it when you swallowed, so she had and now she wanted something liquid to remove the taste. She went to kiss Spike but he jerked away, he handed her a glass of water knowing her thoughts and once the water disappeared he kissed her passionately, her head began to spin with all the passion. She experienced this feeling whenever the two lovers came into contact with one another. They heard a loud bang against the glass window then stones being kicked.
"Hold on luv." Spikes voice was soothing to Buffy's pounding heart. As he looked out through the blinds he saw someone running away into the distance. He dashed out the office and out of the apartment block. He ran around to the side where his widow was and hunted around the area. He found nothing. He looked into the distance trying to see the weird person who was obviously spying on Buffy and his intermit moment but saw nothing. The person had vanished. He didn't want to scare Buffy so as he walked back into the office he exclaimed "Bloody kids, wish they'd just fuck off!" This explanation was lost on Buffy.
"Who was it really William?" her voice brooked no arguments and Spike hated lying to her.
" I dunno, luv." Buffy fell down to the chair.
"Someone was spying on us. Weren't they?" she put her head down deeply ashamed that their private moment had been watched. Spike took her head in his hands and pulled it to look in his eyes. They pierced through Buffy; she felt the blue orbs absorbing her sole.
"Probably some geek who can't get his rocks off any other way pet. Don't worry." He sounded in control of the situation and Buffy let him calm her frighten thoughts away.
"Don't you think it's a bit weird? First I get that note at the diner and then, I get that horrid mutilated doll in my apartment, then there was this weird guy at The Bistro and now…" Spike cut her off
"What weird guy? When? Why didn't you tell me?" Spike began to panic; it suddenly brought him crashing to reality. His beloved Buffy, the only girl who had ever made him feel the way he felt, was being stalked. She had come to England to escape the tertiary of mankind. She had fled here and he felt he had to protect her, now she was being hunted, which although no one deserved it, Buffy defiantly didn't. She didn't need it what with Angel being a poof and her father never showing any interest in anything other than his secretary. Why would any one stalk her?
"Well it was only today, there was this guy and he stared at me and gave me the Wiggins. He was all creepy and he wouldn't answer me until I got sarcastic. Then he grunted his order and kept watching me." Buffy confirmed Spikes worst fears and it scared him.
"What did he look like?"
"Umm, well, he had brown curtains, umm green eyes, he was white and had two horns!" Buffy hated the tension she was feeling, she felt like she was being interrogated by the police. So adding a bit of light humour seemed to the conversation was the right thing to do. She hated questions and she hated having to pretend she hadn't paid much notice to the strange customer. She remembered him clearer than anyone else she had served that day. His eyes were a dull green and seemed to effortlessly and lazily stared through her, his pale face and his large nose that looked like it had been broken a couple of times. His small smile that barely showed his teeth and large hands that greedily took the coffee from her small ones. After nearly thirty minutes of Spike asking pointless questions and getting angry when she couldn't answer them she had gotten fed up.
"How old do you reckon he was Buff?" she squinted her eyes and began to feel enraged.
"I dunno Will." She mimicked the shortening of her name, which had always irritated her, her voice lazy and pissed off.
"Look I'm worried that there is some one out there who wants to hurt you." Spike didn't want to scare her but she was becoming childish and it was annoying him.
"How old do you reckon he was? Come on you must know."
"Bout your age okay? Can I go now officer?" She stood up and began to walk out
of the office. He grabbed at her wrist but she shook him off. She reached the
lift and punched the up button. Spike reached her as the doors opened; he swung
her around and kissed her softly with closed lips.
"Look, Pet, I love you and I don't want anything hurting you, now wait here let me lock up the office and come stay the night with me? Please." His eyes were so wide and Buffy could not resist.
"Two minutes then I'm going to my apartment. Ok?" Spike kissed her cheek and ran around locking up his office and the reception desk. Once he had finished he met Buffy who was beginning to count down from ten.
"Eight… Seven, oh you made it just in time." Spike blushed and the walked into the lift together. Once on the twelfth floor Spike let Buffy into his flat and took her keys to check on hers he didn't like the thought of her sleeping alone, he hadn't since he had known some one had got into her flat. He had had the locks changed and since slept with Buffy every night even in her apartment or his.
Once he had checked every room twice he locked the door and walked into his flat, Buffy had on an old 'Rolling Stones' black promotional T-shirt. He remembered when Drusilla use to wear it to bed. It defiantly looked a lot better on Buffy! His thoughts making him smirk. Soon enough they were snuggled up on his sofa watching 'Coronation Street' Spike chuckled as Tracey chucked Shelly's wine in the face of some bloke trying to drug her brother's fiancé. Buffy was beginning to understand the plot and giggled along side her boyfriend. Almost lost in their own little world the fell asleep holding tightly to one another as if they were each other's lifelines.
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A/N: Please review and let me know what you think, I'm not going to update until I get another 5 reviews at least so here's hoping you guys like the story enough! Love you all hugs and kisses Mel.xx
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