Breathless

The next morning, Buffy was rudely awakened by the shrill ringing of the telephone. Rolling over, she snuck one hand out from under the covers and attempted to locate the handset without actually opening her eyes. After several unsuccessful attempts, she gave up, pulled the fluffy comforter down and snatched the phone so quickly that she knocked the alarm clock into the floor.

“Mmm…Hello?” Buffy asked groggily, as she struggled to put the clock back on the table without disturbing Spike any more than she already had. Once she had it placed back on the table, Buffy grimaced as she took noticed of the time. ’This had better be important to be calling at eight!’

“Good Morning! May I please speak with Miss Buffy Summers? This is ADA Mr. Mitchell with the District Attorney’s office.”

“This is she.”

“Miss Summers, sorry to bother you at such an early hour, but our office was just advised that the defendant in your case, a Mr. Riley Finn, has recently changed his plea and it appears we will be going to trial.”

Buffy sat straight up in bed, going to trial was the last thing that she wanted to do. Not only because she would have to relive every second of that horrible night, but because Dawn would have to as well. Grabbing her silk robe from the foot of the bed, Buffy wrapped it around herself while asking Mr. Mitchell, “Why?! We were all set for a sentencing trial. What went wrong?”

Buffy was pacing frantically around the room now, her face flushed. Noticing a movement out of the corner of her eye, she glanced over at the bed and found a very naked Spike perched attentively on the edge. A worried expression marred his beautiful face and Buffy motioned with her hand for him to wait a moment as she continued her conversation.

“Well, he had originally pleaded guilty, as you already know. However, his attorneys at Wolfram and Hart approached the judge assigned to the case to have Mr. Finn see a psychiatrist regarding his current condition and in regards to the case. It seems Mr. Finn has a rather unpleasant history with violent outbursts that are tied to his drug use and uncontrollable rage disorder caused by a chemical imbalance in his brain. Therefore, upon the insistence of his attorneys, Mr. Finn’s original plea has been thrown out and changed to non compos mentis, which basically means that while he is guilty of the assault on you and your sister, he cannot be held accountable to due his altered mental status at the time. However, the positive side of the new plea is that he has been declared fully competent to stand trial at this time.”

The full weight of the news sunk in, Buffy’s head was spinning as she shakily sat down on the loveseat. “I’m sorry; this is just a bit to take in all at once. Did you say drugs?”

“Yes, ma’am. We have received a copy of the blood analysis that was done on Mr. Finn which shows that he had previously taken a pretty lethal combination of cocaine and steroids. Both of which are accounted for in the statement he made to the investigators at the time of arrest. After his meeting with the psychiatrist, it was documented that he also indulges in quite a bit of alcohol on a daily basis, as well as still uses the aforementioned drugs.”

Buffy was stunned. Her only reply was a whispered, “Ok.” Leaning over, she laid her head in the palm of her other hand. ‘Why did I not notice any of this? Sure, he was often temperamental, but I never expected it was because of drugs and alcohol! He hid it so well!’

“Miss Summer? Are you still there?” Mr. Mitchell inquired, worried because she had not spoken.

“I’m sorry. This is just way too much to take in at once. I just never noticed anything like what you are describing, but then again we did spend a lot of time apart at the end. Maybe that’s when everything started going downhill for him?” Buffy asked, rhetorically. “Um…Do you know when the trial will begin?”

“No actual date has been set as of yet. However, it will most likely be in several weeks, possibly around the beginning of September. I will be sure to get in touch with you as soon as the date is specified.”

“Thank you, Mr. Mitchell. I appreciate you taking the time to go over all of this with me.” Buffy replied as she stood up and headed back towards the bed. She planted herself between Spike’s slightly parted thighs, his hands instantly circling her waist. Looking down into his curious eyes, Buffy smiled at him as she nodded along with the attorney as he finished his phone call before saying a quick goodbye. As soon as she heard Mr. Mitchell’s reply, she disconnected, dropped the phone to the floor and pushed Spike back onto the bed.

“What was that about, kitten?” Spike asked between kisses. His hands were already under her robe and skimming along the back of her bare thighs as they headed upwards towards her ass.

“I’ll tell you later,” she promised, “Need you inside, first!” Pulling herself up slightly, Buffy took his cock, already hardened, into her hand and guided him into her. Even after the numerous times they had already had sex, it still took Buffy a moment to acclimate herself to Spike’s substantial girth. Once her body had relaxed around his length, she slowly began to move up and down, placing her hands on his chest for stability.

Spike’s reply was garbled, more along the lines of a grunt instead of an acknowledgement to Buffy’s request. His eyes were wide open, relishing the sight of Buffy riding him; her head was tilted backwards, long golden locks flowing down her back. Her robe had opened and was sliding off one shoulder, exposing her bare breasts to his adoring gaze. Reaching up with one hand, he placed his hand over her right breast and flicked the rosy peak with his thumb, bringing it to full attention. Her cries were becoming louder as her movements became faster, signaling her approaching orgasm. Moving his hands down to her hips, Spike quickened his pace and thrust upwards, sending Buffy over the edge; her nails digging into his chest as she screamed her release.

Spike slowed his pace, briefly, allowing Buffy to come down from her orgasm. When he noticed her eyelids fluttering open ever so slightly, he grabbed hold of her waist and flipped them over.

Buffy gasped with surprise as she was momentarily surprised by the sudden change of position, but was more than pleased when she felt another wave of pleasure bubbling deep within. Planting her feet firmly on the bed, she matched Spike thrust for thrust until they were both shaking and screaming with ecstasy.

It was a few moments later when Spike had regained his breath and pulled himself off Buffy, propping up on one hand. “So, pet. You ready to tell me about the phone call now.”

“I guess so.” Buffy replied, smiling up into his brilliant blue eyes. As they continued to lie there, still intimately embraced from sex, she filled him in on the details of her conversation with the attorney. Afterwards, Spike’s only response was that everything would be fine and that he would be there with her through the whole “bloody” ordeal. For the first time in a very long while, Buffy felt truly happy.


**A/N** Thank you to everyone who has left a review. I love hearing from you guys and it really gets Muse into the creative mode! Luckily for those readers who like Breathless more than Lose Control, my creatvie juices are working over time on this story so I may have to take a short break on LC. Thanks again!