Breathless

Buffy’s life had never been so hectic, she felt as though she was being pulled in a million different directions at once. Serenity’s first album, which was named Taking Over Me after Buffy’s song, had reached number one on the charts and the press was calling nonstop. The band’s schedule was jam packed with interviews, photo shoots and performances. They had already been on the Tonight Show last week, which Buffy still had a difficult time believing that she actually got to meet Jay Leno. She and Faith had even been selected for the cover of Maxim magazine for their School of Rock issue that was due out next week. Lorne was pleased that there was a possiblity of a tour sometime in the spring. In the end, Buffy had to make a difficult decision and cut back on her hours at work. She felt horrible for doing so, feeling as though she was disappointing her students; but it was something that she had to do if she wanted to focus on her music career.

She knew that Riley was feeling neglected. He pouted constantly at their lack of alone time. Buffy had a nagging feeling that he was also jealous that her career was getting a lot of publicity; whereas his last movie didn’t do well at the box office. Although he was obviously depressed, Riley hadn’t treated her like he had around New Years at the airport; which Buffy had attributed to stress from the holidays and the upcoming release of his movie. Since the holidays, he had been a perfect gentleman, back to acting like his old self. Buffy was relieved that there hadn’t been any repeat performances of the airport scene, not only because he left several bruises on her upper arm, but because it made her doubt his true feelings for her.


Spike choked on his coffee, shocked by what he held in his shaking hands. There on the cover of his favorite magazine was his goddess, staring back at him with desire in her eyes. His groin tingled as he took notice of her scantily clad figure draped across an old fashioned school desk. Her luscious long blonde locks were tied in braided pigtails with pink ribbons trailing from the ends, making her appear both sweet and sexy at the same time. The outfit, or lack there of, consisted of a silky white shirt with the buttons mostly undone, teasingly tied under her pert breasts which were encased in a pink lace bra. Her lower half was barely covered by a pink and white plaid skirt, which was short enough to show the lacy rows of ribbon that adorned the pink underwear that was peaking out. White thigh high stockings decorated with tiny pink bows on the front and black patent high heeled Mary Jane’s completed the visually stimulating outfit. She was so sexy, that Spike barely glanced at the dark haired girl perched on the next desk who wore a black and red replica of the stunning blonde beauty. Composing himself, he quickly purchased the magazine, a bottle of scotch and a carton of cigarettes; deciding not to finish shopping for actual food and rushed home.

Once inside his apartment, Spike settled himself on the couch and stared at the magazine. According to the caption, her name was Buffy and she was the lead singer of the newest hit band, Serenity. He was stunned, still unable to process that he had finally found out who the siren that had captivated him heart and soul was. Flipping through the pages, he located the article featuring the band. Along with an interview were two full pages of a photo shoot with Buffy and the dark haired Faith, plus photos of the band performing on stage at a local concert. Most guys would be drooling over the idea of having both of them at once, but not Spike; he never took his eyes away from Buffy.

His mind wandered back to their steamy embrace almost a year ago. Even after all this time, he could still remember and feel every sensation from that night. The images of her pinned against the cool metal door, panting and grasping for his touch, had Spike growing hard instantly. His cock pressed painfully against the zipper of his black denim jeans, throbbing with desire as he continued to look at the alluring pictures. He was supposed to be meeting friends for a drink in about an hour and knew he couldn’t show up with a raging boner. Hauling himself off the couch, the magazine still clutched firmly in his hand, he made his way down the hall into the bathroom. Leaning against the sink, he unzipped and released his engorged member. Emerald green eyes stared up at him from the counter; her pink tongue innocently licked at the lucky lollipop, which he instantly imagined was his dick. His thumb swirled around the head, using the pre-cum as a lubricant, stroking his length rapidly. Spike closed his eyes, conjuring up a mental vision that it was her hot wet mouth sucking him into oblivion, instead of his own hands. He tightly gripped the edge of the counter as he felt himself on the verge of release, unable to hold back any longer, he shot ribbons of sticky white cum onto the magazine. Panting, Spike leaned his head against the mirror, momentarily satisfied. He looked down and groaned, realizing he would have to buy another copy of Maxim. He quickly cleaned himself up and headed out the door to meet his friends at the Hellmouth, a new club on the Strip.


Serenity was scheduled to play tonight, and as usual Buffy was running late. The band now had someone to do hair and makeup, for which she was very grateful because if it was up to Buffy she would wear a ponytail. Lorne had hired Anya Jenkins about a month ago and Xander had already set his sights on the pretty make-up artist; whom Buffy suspected returned his feelings, but was playing hard to get.

Buffy glanced at the clock and quickly hurried out the door, she prayed that traffic was light since she had to go all the way across town to the strip. Their set was to begin at ten o’clock which was only an hour and a half away.

Luckily for Buffy, traffic was relatively light and she scooted into the dressing room with time to spare. Anya was fuming as she pushed Buffy’s tiny frame into a seat and attacking her with a barrage of hair products.

“You’re tardiness annoys me,” the petite brunette stated,” The only excuse for being late is multiple orgasms.”

“Unfortunately, that isn’t the reason. Although, I wouldn’t have minded being held up with an orgasm or twelve!” Buffy chuckled, causing her new friend to frown.

“Is this Riley not sexually pleasing?” she bluntly asked, sending a red flush up Buffy’s neck, not from embarrassment but because she knew it was true. Granted, their sex life had drastically improved since the first time, Buffy still had to sneak away to the bathroom on occasion. Thankfully,she didn't have to answer the question because Lorne came into the dressing room to hurry them along.


He scanned the crowd, finally locating his friends Wesley, his wife, Fred and Gunn in a booth on the edge of the stage. Weaving his way through the congested crowd, he wondered what band was playing that would attract this many people. He finally reached his destination and settled into the booth next to Fred, whose tiny frame barely took up any space at all. “’Lo everyone.” He said, glancing around he spotted the waitress and flagged her over. “So, who’s responsible for this large of a crowd?”

Fred turned towards him and said, “Serenity. Have you heard of them? I absolutely adore them!” She bounced slightly in her seat from excitement.

Spike’s mouth gaped open. Of all the places, he miraculously found his way to where she was. “Um…yeah. Haven’t heard any of their songs, but I read an article in Maxim about them earlier.”

“Man that was one hot cover!” Gunn exclaimed, “Had me all sorts of bothered, if you know what I mean!” Fred punched him in the shoulder and jokingly told him to behave, that they were all aware of his feelings for that girl.

Spike’s jealousy raged inside, his temper was threatening to rise. “Which girl?” He asked, with a clenched jaw. “The blonde bird?”

“Hell no! That fine ass Faith! That is one sexy ass woman!”

The green monster edging its way to the surface retreated, Spike felt at ease. The lights dimmed at the same time their drinks arrived. His heart beat quickened as the band came onto the stage.

Buffy settled herself behind the microphone and waited for the music to start. They had never played in this club and she liked how the lights dimmed, making it difficult to see anyone, it calmed her nerves and made her feel like she was the only one there. Swaying with the music, she took a deep breath and began to sing their hit song, Taking Over Me. She loved when they performed this particular one; it made her feel as though she was singing directly to him. With all of her heart, she poured every drop of passion and desire she felt into this song.


You don't remember me but I remember you
I lie awake and try so hard not to think of you
but who can decide what they dream?
And dream I do...

Her sultry voice filled the room and Spike felt as though she were singing only to him, as though this was meant for him.

I believe in you
I’ll give up everything just to find you
I have to be with you to live to breathe
you're taking over me

He watched her intently, mesmerized by her every move. She swayed to the beat of the music, her eyes closed. Spike had never felt like this before, he wanted all of her to himself.


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Lyrics are from Taking Over Me by Evanessence and I don't own them nor do I profit from them in any way!