Breathless

**A/N** Thank you to everyone who has read and reviewed! Also, special thanks to whomever nominated my lil fic for an award at LSA! Thank you so much.

Would also like to say Congratulations to my good friend, Gillypod, for winning the Best AU catagory at the SunnyD awards!

“Wakey-wakey, Mr. Sleepyhead!” Buffy shrieked as she jumped onto the bed, accidentally landing a knee severely close to a certain sensitive location on Spike’s nether region.

She had already been up for several hours, the hunger pains finally reaching an unbearable level and forcing her to stumble sleepily down the stairs in search of food. After a sandwich and fruit, Buffy had decided against going back to bed and had headed outside for a swim; thankfully, she had left her bikini in the pool house after their last swim and did not have to go back upstairs and risk waking up Spike. Although she loved spending time with him, it was nice to have alone time every once in a while.

Time passed quickly, forcing Buffy off the float that she had been lolling on in the crisp water since she had rehearsal scheduled after lunch. She had tiptoed through the bedroom, pausing momentarily to ogle Spike’s naked body sprawled beneath the disheveled bed sheets, before heading into the bathroom.

Now, she straddled his waist, wearing only her bath towel which was precariously perched just above her breasts and barely skimmed the tops of her tanned thighs. It was then she realized that Spike slept like the dead. After a bit of grumbling, he had pulled the pillow over his head.

Buffy smirked down at Spike and decided to play dirty. There was one way and one way only to get Spike’s full attention…take off the towel. Fully exposed, Buffy leaned down and pressed her bare breasts against his chest; effectively gaining his full attention.

Spike immediately threw the pillow off of his head, rolled them over so that he was on top and kissed her, hard. “Mmm…now that is a brilliant way to get a bloke’s attention, pet.” The outside world melted away as their embrace grew stronger. It was when his skillful fingers worked their way between her thighs that Buffy forced herself to pull back.

“We can’t…band…practice…in a…hour.” Buffy managed to get out between kisses, her words reduced to breathless pants thanks to the attention Spike’s mouth and fingers were giving.

“No worries, kitten. I can be quick.” Spike whispered huskily into her ear before suckling gently on her neck.

Buffy knew there was no way she could resist Spike. He had worked his way down her chest and his tongue was doing blissful things to her nipple. Her only response was a soft moan of ecstasy as his thumb massaged her clit. With one fluid motion Spike was buried to the hilt, pausing for a moment to allow her to adjust to his girth. They moved together in perfect rhythm, as if they had been intimate for years instead of weeks.

She bent her legs and firmly planted her feet to either side of Spike, using them for leverage as she pushed upwards to meet his hips thrust for thrust. Within minutes, Buffy was on the verge of orgasm. Wrapping her legs around his lean waist, she pulled him in harder, pushing his cock further inside. A few more thrusts and Buffy was screaming his name at the top of her lungs as she dug her nails deeply into his back.

The moment her nails dug into his skin, the sharp stinging pain sent him spiraling into oblivion; biting into her shoulder as his thick strands of cum pumped into Buffy.

“Looks like you are in need of another shower, luv.” Spike whispered hotly into her ear, pulling the lobe into his mouth for a quick nibble. “Care to join me?”

“Yes, but no funny business, mister!” She warned playfully, pushing him off of her. “Now hurry your sexy ass up, we are so gonna be late. Lorne is gonna kill me!”


Nearly an hour later they finally pulled into the parking lot at the studio they had reserved for that afternoon. Faith was perched on the railing near the front door, smoking a cigarette.

“Glad to see you decided to grace us with your presence, B!” The sultry brunette said as she tossed her cigarette onto the ground, stomping it out with the toe of her black boots. “You’ve got Lorne all huffy; he’s pacing back and forth all outta sorts because you haven’t answered your cell phone!”

Buffy cringed as they made their way through the front doors into the lobby. “Sorry, we…um…sorta got sidetracked.” Spike snickered at her comment, turning his attentions to pressing the up button for the elevator before some sarcastic remark made its way past his lips. Buffy glared at him before turning back to Faith.

“Sidetracked…right. So that’s what we are calling sex now a days?!” Faith retorted, bursting into loud laughter when she got a look at the expression on Buffy’s face. “Ah…don’t worry about it! If that...”she said, pointing at Spike, who was leaning against the railing in the elevator, “was in my bed, you can bet your sweet ass I would have been late, too!”

Buffy groaned, red with embarrassment at Faith’s comment. Spike on the other hand cocked his eyebrow at the petite brunette and curled his tongue behind his upper lip, which was utterly sexy in Buffy’s opinion. “Well, pet. Wouldn’t mind being in bed next to a sexy lil’ bint like you myself. However, I am completely and utterly taken by this lil’ firecracker, so I am going to have to decline the offer.”

Faith muttered something along the lines that all the good men are either gay or taken, but Buffy wasn’t paying her any attention. She smiled up at Spike, stood on her tiptoes and planted a soft kiss on his lips.

They finally made it upstairs to the recording studio just in time to save Lorne from spontaneous combustion. As per usual, he was flamboyantly dressed in a teal three piece suit, complete with a pink dress shirt and purple tie. Buffy shook her head as he marched over to her, mentally questioning the sexual preference of her manager.

“Honey, it’s about time you showed up!” He exclaimed, pulling her into him for a bear hug. “I have some absolutely fantastic news that is about to just burst right out!” Once he got everyone settled and paying attention, he continued, “Ok, so I got a phone call this morning from one of the people over at MTV asking if you guys would be interested in performing at this little production they hold every year…the MTV MUSIC Awards!” The noise in the tiny room was deafening and took several minutes for Lorne to get everyone calmed down so that he could finish his news. ”That’s not all. They have also asked for you two ladies to present an award. Don’t know which one as of yet, but they still want Buffy and Faith.”

“Holy shit!! That is fucking awesome!” Faith screeched as she jumped up and down alongside Buffy, both girls were grinning from ear to ear.

“Yes, sugarpie, it is awesome. But, the show is in three weeks and you guys haven’t practiced in a while. So we need to figure out a song to do and get to working on it. Has anyone been worked on anything at all?” Lorne asked, obviously not pleased when he received several blank stares from most of the band.

Buffy chewed her lip nervously. She had been working on several songs, but wasn’t quite sure that they were performance ready. Taking a deep breath to calm her nerves, she slowly raised her hand and announced, “Um…I have a couple of songs. Well, two so that would be a couple, right. Um…hang on…I have them in my bag.” Leaning over the arm of the couch, she retrieved her satchel and dug through its contents until she located the desired pages crammed in the bottom. Organization was never her strong point. “Here they are,” She announced, triumphantly holding them in the air before handing them to Faith for her to look over, “They’re just something I worked on when I got out of the hospital. Whaddya think?”

Faith nodded as she read through the songs. When she finished, she turned to Buffy with an astonished look on her face. “They are both great, but I am blown away by this one.” Faith said, handing the sheet of paper over to Oz. “Here check this out. Of course, we will have to work on laying down some tracks, but that shouldn’t take too long.”

“Which one is it that you like?” Buffy inquired, still shaking with nervousness. Spike sensed Buffy’s anxiety and reached over to lightly brush his fingers across her back.

“Oh…um…Bring Me to Life?! Was that the name of the one I handed to you, Oz?”

“That it is, Faith. And, I must say that I have to agree with you, it is a great song. I think we should work on some music and try to get it ready for the show.” Oz replied, handing the sheet to Xander who skimmed over it quickly.

“Wow, this is great, Buffster. Pretty intense lyrics.” Xander remarked. “Glad to see one of us did something other than lay around in bed during the break!”

Faith smirked at Buffy at Xander’s comment, effectively sending her into a full body blush. “Yeah, well…gotta have something to do when you are holed up in the house.”
Buffy replied, her comment sending everyone in the room into an uncomfortable silence. “Sorry, bad topic. As usual, Buffy and her complete and total lack of intelligence. Like anyone wants to hear about those days again, huh! Anyway, on to a better topic…there is a chorus for the song that I think should be done by one of you guys. So, which one is it gonna be?”

After much argument, mostly between Xander and Oz since neither really wanted to sing, they finally decided that Xander’s voice was more suitable for the tone of the song. Since that decision was made, the other members of the band started working on putting the lyrics to music. Buffy, being slightly on the tone deaf side, sat on the couch and felt totally useless.

“Buffy, can I see you in the office for a minute, please?” Lorne asked from across the room. Buffy turned to Spike, who was sitting with her and probably feeling just as useless as she was.

“Go ahead, pet. I’ll be fine all on my own.” Spike said with a smile, sensing her discomfort. “I need a smoke anyway.”

Buffy nodded and headed over to Lorne, easing into an overstuffed leather chair in the corner. “What’s up?”

“Well, there is something else I needed to go over with you and it’s a more sensitive topic, so I figured that you would feel better being behind closed doors.” He paused for a moment. Continuing on when Buffy nodded her head. “With the trial date rapidly approaching, there have been some…interest in your side of the story. I have had calls from numerous sources about doing an interview with you.”

“Really? Huh…I figured they would start up eventually, what with an actual trial and all. Sorry piece of shit couldn’t just plead guilty and make it all go away. Noooo…let’s drag Buffy and her family through the mud again. Damn Riley…damn him straight to hell!” Buffy said, enraged. “I’m sorry, Lorne. It’s not like any of this is your fault. I shouldn’t take my anger out on you.” She paused to take a breath. “So, who are they and what are they offering. Might as well get something other than pain out of this, huh!?”

Lorne smiled, “That’s my girl! Let’s see who’s on the table, and then you are going to spill all the juicy gossip about that prime choice of man-meat you got attached to your side!”


A/N the title of their next performance belongs to my favorite band (as if you guys haven't figured it out yet) Evanessence, not to me.