Author's note: This story is by special request from Freespiritedone who has had a horrible summer trapped in Chemistry classes. It is set in Movieverse during the time Evey leaves V after prison. This chapter is rated T for language and some sexual suggestion, but next chapters will be rated M as Free has specifically asked for "a hot sex scene." Therefore, if you are interested in this particular tale…be certain to keep an eye on the M rating!

Disclaimer: Not mine, I own nothing. I have no rights to this at all. This story is just the flagrant abuse of someone else's characters in a short tale of pure smut. They are going to be used and abused to give a friend a little cheering up. V for Vendetta is definitely not mine!


A Free Spirited Romp

Chapter one: A Chance Encounter

He had not intended on being near her, he had only wanted to see for himself she was safe and well. Or at least, that is what he kept telling himself as he sat in the darkest corner of the café, watching her serving a plate of food to a fellow customer.

'Care for another?' asked Jude, his waitress, as she lifted his empty cup onto her tray. He could tell she was trying hard not to look directly at him, and he couldn't blame her, not today. Today's mask he had been arranged quickly and hastily in his need to see Evey. As a result the latex had molded to his natural countenance, revealing more of the scarred surface beneath than he would have cared to show. Even the neatly trimmed beard and mustache he has included in today's disguise did not prevent the looks of pity from everyone who had seen him.

'It was a fire,' he said slowly, watching the girl as she jumped in awkward embarrassment, almost dropping her tray.

'I'm sorry,' she said, blushing wildly, 'I didn't mean to stare, really I didn't.'

V smiled, as he looked at her. He liked Jude. She was a sweet and honest girl unlike the other waitress working Evey's shift. Her name was Bev, he had discovered on his second visit to the café. He had made the mistake of sitting in her area dressed as his old curmudgeon Rookwood and had been seriously put out by the girl's actions. To say Bev was rude to the elderly was an understatement. She had called him Pops, short changed him, and had practically thrown his tea in his lap. Her manners were appalling and she smelled of cheap perfume and unwashed flesh. As far as he could see from the endless array of boys arriving to collect or drop her off everyday, Bev was only one step up from a common whore.

God, there were the boys to consider too. How many times had he forced himself to remain sitting as some man grabbed or leered at Evey? Once he found he could not control his temper when he noticed a boy stealing tips from both Jude and Evey. He had soundly thrashed the young man and sent him back, crawling into the café to apologize and return the cash. No one was going to take something from his Evey, especially the pitiful amount of money she was scrapping by on. If only she would have accepted his money. He had tried to give her a more than generous amount. It would have prevented her from even needing to work, but she had refused, claiming it she needed to learn to survive on her own.

'Uh, you're angry with me, aren't ya?' asked Jude quietly, noticing he was lost in thought, 'I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to bring up any bad memories.'

He looked at her slowly, remembering where he was, 'It's quite alright. It was a long time ago.'

Jude smiled; relieved he was not upset at her rudeness. 'Bet you were quite the looker,' she said quietly, before blushing wildly.

V laughed in surprise and embarrassment, 'I might have been. To be honest it has been so long I don't really remember if I was or not.'

'Hey now,' she thumped him playfully on the arm, 'your not that old.'

'Not today I'm not, but yesterday,' he looked at her with his blue eyes glowing, 'yesterday I was ancient and who knows, tomorrow I may decide to be an Adonis or just show up with this mug. It is all in the mood you see, all in the mood.'

Jude laughed loudly, 'I hope your mood brings you back to me.'

V looked at her, truly surprised and uncertain what to say. Just as he was considering whether flirting with this young lady would be a betrayal to Evey, something caught his eye. Looking beyond Jude he saw an obese man with a red face and a bald head roughly grab at Evey's breast. And this was not the man's first offense in V's opinion. During the man's entire meal, he had been trying to impress his dining companions by making obscene comments concerning Evey's virtue.

'Look at the tits on ya,' leered the man, 'wouldn't I like to get my mouth on them. Got some whip cream love and I'll have you for dessert.'

Jude turned to look as Evey batted his hand away, making a comment neither Jude nor V heard. The red faced man turned redder and his companions laughed. 'Bitch,' he spat angrily, rising to his feet and pushing his chair roughly away. 'Probably diseased anyway.'

'Gawd,' groaned Jude, 'I hate that guy. He is always grabbing at us.'

V gripped the sides of his chair, working hard to keep from crossing the room and punching the man's nose into his brain or cutting out his obscene tongue. 'Has he touched her before?' he managed to ask in a cool measured tone.

'Annie, yeah, she's his favorite to grab. You ought to see the bruise he gave her.'

'Bruise?' There was a cracking sound as his gripped tightened on the wood of the chair.

'On her bum.' Jude made a face, 'It was huge when she showed it to me. Larger than my fist it was.'

V watched the man and he mates leave the café; slowly he too rose.

'Are you leaving?' asked Jude, disappointed to see him go.

'I shall return in a moment.'

Jude smile before turning to check on her other customers. 'You just sit there when you get back and I'll bring you a fresh cup.' With a wink, she moved between her tables collecting plates and cups before moving behind the counter and next to Evey.

'Who you been flirting with?' asked Evey trying to see past Bev as the man walked quickly from the cafe.

'An old fart if you ask me,' retorted Bev instantly, 'but leave it to Jude to like the disgusting ones. Did ya look at his face? Wouldn't touch that with a ten foot pole.'

'Why,' asked Evey quickly, 'you've touched everything else that moved so far. And a lot scankier too.'

The other girl turned, glaring at Evey, 'Least I'm getting some, haven't seen you after anyone.'

VEV

Outside V followed the red faced man to the corner of the block. 'Excuse me,' he called after the man, holding up a ten pound note. 'I believe you dropped this.'

The man turned and made a show of checking his pockets for his mates. 'Yeah, I did. Must have fallen out.' He grabbed at the note, 'Thanks.'

Just as the red faced man's fingers touched the note, V's hand shot out, wrapping around the other's wrist. There was a quick movement and a loud crackling sound, followed immediately by the red faced man dropping to his knees screaming in pain.

'Mother fu'ker!' screamed the man, holding his arm to him, writhing on the ground in pain, 'You broke my hand.'

'No,' corrected V, 'I crushed your hand. Next time you decide to reach for my lady, you will think again.' Without another word or thought, he turned and strolled back to the café.

VEV

'Bev, stop it,' snapped Jude, placing tea on her tray. 'Annie just isn't a slut like you.'

'If you ask me, our Annie ain't nothing. Oi!' called Bev suddenly to a boy with dirty hair and torn baggy jeans who had just come into the door, 'That's me Charlie, got to go.' Taking off her apron she threw it on the counter.

'Hey, Bev, where are you goin? You comin back?' asked Jude, placing other cups on her tray.

'Stuff it, I'm gone on break, be back in a tick.'

They watched her leave with the boy in her wake, passing V as he enter and returned to his seat.

'She's only going to buy drugs,' said Evey, helping to load food onto two trays. 'Here I'll get the tea.'

'You're the best love,' smiled Jude handing Evey her tray. 'These two go to table four and this one goes to the chap in the corner.' Evey nodded and lifted the tray. 'You're a saint Annie. You really are.'

Evey laughed, 'No problem.' Moving between the tables she delivered the tea to the first table and then headed towards V.

He watched her cross the restaurant with hawk like eyes, keeping track of her every movement. For two weeks now he had been watching her. First it was from across the street, afraid she would notice him. Then, he moved closer, till five days ago he had taken a seat in Jude's section. Luckily it had been a busy day and Evey had not given him a second glance, but today…today she was coming to him. She was about to deliver his tea.

Casually, he let his eyes scan over her body, taking in the low cut of her blouse and the tight jeans riding low on her hips. Had she wore jeans as tight as this in the Gallery? Certainly he would have remembered if she had…then again, if she had worn them, he must have certainly removed them as quickly as he possibly could. Just looking at the way her hips moved, the smile on her delicate full lips, the light on her growing short hair, sent waves of desire flooding through him. 'Oh, to touch her,' he thought, 'to feel her body, naked against his while he moved within her again, to listen to her scream in ecstasy.'

'Here you are sir,' said Evey kindly, setting down his tea without looking at him. 'Did you want milk with that?'

'No thank you Annie.' V's voice went hoarse. Evey. She was in front of him. All he had to do was reach out and he could touch her. Within seconds he could have her laying across the table, moaning his name.

She glanced up, surprise in her face. 'You know my name.'

V smiled and looked at his tea, trying to keep his head down and not to meet her eyes. He would be lost if he looked into her eyes. 'It's stitched on your apron. I am afraid I merely read it.' With a silent pray, he hoped she did not recognize him.

'Oh, I guess it is. I forget that's there sometimes.' There was amusement in her voice as she spoke. God, how he missed the sound of her voice, the whispered words of love as she moaned into his ear, the way she laughed when he tickled her or made a joke.

'A rose by any other name would still smell as sweet.'

'Romeo and Juliet' said Evey instantly.

V looked up, and for the briefest second their eyes met, before he hastily looked back to the table, grabbing the menu and holding it up in front of him. 'How is the…,' he coughed slightly, 'the um, salmon here?'

Evey looked at him curiously, her face was turning red and she could feel her heart pounding in her chest. 'It's alright, not your favorite.'

'No it's not, is it my love?'

Evey froze as realization of what she just said set in. V silently cursed at his mistake. He knew it would happen if he came to near.

'Oh God,' breathed Evey.

He looked up, meeting her eyes. 'I had to see you. I had to know you were well.'

Glancing around frantically, Evey forced herself to remain calm. 'Loo, meet me at the loo.' Backing away she turned and headed towards the counter. 'Bev back yet?' she asked the moment she was near.

'Yeah,' answered Jude curiously, 'What's up? You sick? You look odd.'

Evey shook her head, 'Feeling strange, I think I'll go splash some water on my face. Be right back.' She watched as V walked causally towards the bathroom.

'Are you sure you're okay?' asked Jude, touching the side of Evey's face. 'You're awful red Ann,'

'Just haven't eaten today, that's all,' lied Evey, backing away.

Jude frowned, 'Go take your lunch then, we'll manage.'

With a nod, Evey forced herself to walk calmly to the toilets.


Author's second note

Alright my happy little readers, chapter two: a hot little quickie at the café and then off to Evey's for some more action!

I have employed the help of some friends for the next chapters to really make this memorable for Free (and the rest of you).

We would love to have some reviews. Let us know if we are making this tantalizing enough and all that. (Thanks ahead of time…and don't forget Rating M for the next chapters.)

Finally, all mistakes are mine, and mine alone in this chapter. I'll try to proof the rest of them.