Geeks Can Be Hot

Disclaimer: BtVS and all characters, etc, therein are the property of Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy and many others whose names I never really bother to make note of. (Sorry for the unintentional snub there, peeps, but Joss is really the man so that covers most the bases anyway.) I claim only the plot to this scenario I’m pug thg the characters into.

Rating: This chapter, pretty PG, will be earning a solid NC-17, baby!

Pairing: Primarily Willow & Spike, with the possibility of Willow/Xander/Spike & Willow/Tara/Spike threesomes far from ruled out yet.

Author’s Note: I know my other stories were Spuffy oriented, but I’m really all about making sure Spike gets some lovin’ and this story idea came to me and just won’t be shaken after reading the transcript of ‘Doomed’ online and remembering how darn fun Willow & Spike were in the episode as well as in ‘The Initiative.’ If there’s a punishment for not remaining completely committed to only one pairing for Spike in my fics, I apologize and ask only that James be the one to carry out the punishment. *leers at a Spike pic* Mmmm …. Hurts so good! (Note to this note: those of you guessing about now that I have no life, know that you’re right on the money. I have a very rich and active imagination, though, so to me … it’s all pretty good.) Also, I'm writing this from memory of the episode and the transcript found at buffyworld.com, so there are sure to be some little errors in the accuracy of scene descriptions, etc.

Author: Me = Mishka, contact missmishka@aol.com

Distribution: Only here at the moment, if it strikes your fancy and you want feel free to slap it up elsewhere so long as ya let me know where.

Story Summary: Set during "Doomed" (season 4, episode 11) Willow’s bummed about P’s c’s calling her a geek and then gets upsets further by Spike’s desire to dust himself because of his chipped status. While working to defeat the Vahrall demons and save the world, she also decides that she’s gonna give the hot blonde vampire a reason to live, chip or no chip. In the process, she learns that even if she is still kinda geeky … Geeks can be hot. ;-) As mentioned in rating line, definite possibility of Xander and Tara becoming involved, intimately, in Willow’s little mission in later chapters.

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The upside of living on the Hellmouth, Willow Rosenberg lea learned during her life in Sunnydale, was that there was always an apocalypse or evil looming around the next corner to distract you from moping about what wastes of flesh and grey matter some men were.

Of course, that was pretty much the downside as well. The constant threat of imminent death and worldly destruction right in her backyard, so to speak.

Tonight’s impending doom came in the form of a repulsive Vahrall demon who was offering a nice distraction from dumbass Percy’s comments about her at the party.

She trudged along next to Xander Harris toward his home and the basement he lived in to get weapons before doing their Scooby thing at the museum, pouting at the boy’s words. Calling her an egghead and ‘Captain of the geek squad’ and implying that she wasn’t hot. Her feet found a can on the sidewalk and happily kicked it while imagining it was Percy’s stupid face.

Ok, so she hadn’t been Miss Popularity and cheerleader girl and dating fun in high school, but she was different now. She’d dated a guitarist, which is always cool, and he was a werewolf which was so not geeky. Not to mention her getting all familiar with magic … which she really needed a lot of work and practice on before that became something she really had to brag about, but still … magic’s cool and she knows a lot about it so … she wasn’t a geek! And darn it, she was hot. Well … good looking. For a redhead with all those stupid freckles and the curse of clothes that somehow always either clashed with her hair or just made her look like the palest thing on Earth.

Cursing Percy for stirring up all her stupid insecurities she pushed those distracting thoughts aside to focus on stopping the next potential end of the world as she followed Xander into his parent’s house.

As they stepped into the basement where he lived her green eyes widened in shock at the sight that greeted them.

"What are you doing?" she asks with her attention focused on the blonde vampire who now laid on the remains of Xander’s table.

"Bloody rot, can’t a person knock?" Spike snarls as he gets up.

"What were you doing?" she refuses to let go of that subject as it’s obvious by the stake that’s attached to the remains of the table that the vamp had been about to dust himself.

"You were trying to stake yourself," Xander steps in to state the obvious.

"Fag off! It’s no concern of yours," the blonde snaps and Willow can’t help but feel sorry for him despite his surliness.

"Is too," her friend protests as she’s busy studying Spike’s attire and really really feeling sorry for him. "For one thing that’s my t yot you’re about to dust," she wonders how that’s a bad thing. "For another, we’ve shared a lot here," aw, she thinks with a smile at Xander. "You should have trusted me enough to do it for you."

"Xander!" the smile is gone and she stares slightly aghast at the brunette.

"What? He wants to die, I want to help."

"It’s ooky," she informs the young man firmly. "We know him, we can’t just let him poof himself."

"Oh, but you can," Spike argues. "You know I’d drain you drier than the Sahara if I had half a chance," she knew that was supposed to sound all scary, but strangely … no ick. "And besides," he got this look on his face that made her feel all mushy inside and wanna comfort him, "I’m beyond pathetic."

"That’s not true," she protests and fights the urge to move toward him as Xander goes to chang
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"Look at me," he throws out his arms and does a turn for her. "Dressed like that wanker," he jerks his head toward Xander who makes some sound of being insulted, "and stuck in a basement with him when I wouldn’t have bothered to bite the blighter a few months ago," another affronted sound from Xander at that. "Am I even remotely scary anymore?" he glares at her almost pleadingly. "Tell me the truth."

She gnaws at her lower lip as trietries to think of a convincing lie to restore some of his ego and with a growl he suddenly lunges toward her with his hands curling into menacing claws.

"Well," she flinches but not from fear at his actions, "the shirt is kinda … not very threatening," his shoulders slump and he looks all depressed again, "and the short pants aren't helping, but you know it could also be because I know you can’t bite," she cringes at the realization that she isn’t helping with that. "Look, Spike," she moves toward him with a hand extended, wanting to offer comfort, "there’s more to life than being scary. Not," she finds the courage to place her fingers gently on his shoulder, "that you’re totally without a scare factor. You’re still very intimidating with the being all strong and a vampire and with your evil past and," her eyes light up as she thinks of something that’ll make him feel better, "I still have tons of nightmares about you. I mean, I wake up in cold sweats thinking back on when you held that broken bottle to my face last year and threatened to shove it into my brain if I didn't do that love spell for you and then when a few weeks ago when you came into the dorm and almost bit me. You sooo scared me and I still feel a lot of that whenever I’m with you."

"Really," a small almost hopeful smile touches his lips and she fights to breathe normally as she notices for the first time how soft and inviting his lips look. "Nightmares?"

"Uh-huh," she answers automatically as her eyes now seem unable to move from his lips. "Really scary ones."

"Cold sweats?" he moves in close with a gleam in his eyes.

So blue, she thinks looking into those eyes. Could drown in them.

"So, Red," he leans to whisper in her ear and she’s so caught up in the moment she forgets everything but his soft lips, blue eyes and buttery British voice, "is that fear making your heart flutter in your chest right now?"

Her eyes widen when he has the audacity to trail a finger from her left shoulder down over her breast, then they widen further when she feels her body shiver in reaction as the nipple hardens at his touch.

"Is that fear," his nostrils flare and he inhales deeply, "making your knickers wet?"

"My knickers are not wet!" she jumps back and blurts out with her cheeks blushing a fiery red.

"What?!" Xander reappears, dressed in clean clothes and carrying weapons. "Why are you talking about wet knickers? What the heck are knickers again?"

"Nothing," Willow was quick to say as she looks at the brunette. "Nothing."

Spike is now doing some kind of leering, smirking totally seductive thing at her with the set of his lips and the look in his eyes and the quirk of his scarred eyebrow, making her blush redder and her panties just a bit moist.

"Ok then," Xander looks slowly from her to the vampire then sighs. "We’ve got a book to find," he reminds her.

"Yes, right. Our mission," she latches on to the subject change and averts her gaze from the provoking blonde then sighs and looks back at him. "We can’t leave him here like this."

"Sure we can," the brunette looks at her like she’s grown another head for the suggestion before turning to Spike. "But you break anything else while we’re gone and you’ll be sleeping in the garage, buster."

"Oh, piss off," Willow bites back a smile at how the vampire’s wardrobe really does lessen the impact that order to to have.

‘Piss off,’ from a pissed off guy in black and leather – effective incentive for someone to get themselves elsewhere. ‘Piss off,’ from a petulant man in oversized Xander attire – unintentionally humorous and actually … kinda cute.

"No," she tells both men, "we’ll have to take him with us to the museum."

She doesn’t really know where that came from, but it really does sound like a good idea and Xander appears to agree so she ignores Spike’s sudden glare, smiles and picks up his leather coat to shove into his hands for him to put it on.

"You go on," the vampire insists and she shakes her head at him. "I won’t do anything," he vows and she gives him her ‘yeah, right like I’m gonna fall for that one look’ until he actually fidgets before her. "I feel better now," she knows she’s getting into some kind of trouble when she’s finding all of this incredibly attractive. "Promise," he looks her in the eye and she gets caught up again in how blue his irises are.

"Think of the happy," Xander interrupts the momend thd throws an arm around the blonde’s shoulder as they all begin heading toward the stairs and out of the basement. "If we don’t find what we’re looking for, we face an apocalypse."

"Really?" she sees Spike perk up at those words and frowns at the pessimism of both guys. "You’re not just saying that?"

"Nope. We don’t find this book, we’re looking at a genuine end to this world," the brunette assures the vampire and she sighs.

"Would you two shut up?" she wriggles her way between them, sliding herself under Xander’s arm and getting a nice feel of Spike pressed close against her. "We’re gonna find this word of Valios and stop the Vahrall demon like we do all the others."

"You really should consider dying your hair blonde to go with that spirit, Pollyanna," she feels the vampire’s chest jerk against her side as he scoffs at her optimistic words.

"Again with the request for you trying the shutting up," she pouts and bumps her hips playfully against his as they start down the street toward the museum.

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"So I’m one step closer to melting in a sea of molten hellfire, then?" Spike asks with an anticipatory grin as he inhales then exhales a puff of smoke from the cigarette he's smoking.

Willow and Xander both slump a bit against the columns at the museum’s entrance, each feeling rather down trodden for having failed to locate anything ‘Valios’-like in the building.

"You shouldn’t talk like that," she looks at the vampire and genuinely wants to make him stop feeling so down on himself and this world. "Yeah, okay, so you can’t kill anymore," she moves toward him, "but there's more to life - unlife even - than that. There's lots of fun things you can still do."

"Again with the Mary Poppins attitude?" he scoffs and puffs again at his cigarette. "Hey," his jaw drops when she takes the cancer stick from him and crushes ider der her shoe.

"I’ve really had just about enough of this moping. Teenaged girls mope. I mope," she pokes at his chest with an index finger. "You are Spike. William the Bloody. Chip or no chip, you’re a vampire and you do not mope," she informs him firmly.

"That right?" his scarred eyebrow and the left corner of his mouth moves upward in amusement at her words and actions.

"That’s right," she’s enjoying the rant she feels building up inside herself and begins pushing him backward until he’s pressed against a marble column. "Sure, things look pretty grim right now, but it’ll pass. Not pass as in the world has ended and we no longer have these particular troubles to worry about 'cause we're all dead dead, but pass as in get better," she assures him with her green dra drawn irresistibly to his blue ones. "You’ll adjust," she watches his eyes drift down to her lips then neck and chest and feels a shiver of reaction go through her body. "Find other ways to pass the time without the carnage and evil and mayhem that so is not all life … unlife … has to offer."

"Like what?" he challenges her to come up with something good and she feels genuinely wicked as the perfect answer comes to mind.

"Like," she presses herself firmly against him and smiles before whispering in his right ear, "sex."

"That just an opinion, luv," she’s so close she can feel his erection forming beneath the thin pants he's wearing as his lips move to rest next to her ear and his hands rise to run down her back, "or an invitation?"

"Hey, hey, hey!" Xander suddenly reminds them both violently of his presence when he yanks her away from the blonde. "What are you doing?"

"Well, you gloomy Guses seem determined to believe that the world’s gonna end tonight so I say why not go out with a bang," she answers flippantly, gh ogh only kidding about the world ending part.

Spike + bang = extremely tempting mental picture.

"I can give you more than one bang, Red," the vampire informs her with a lascivious smirk that’s very effective despite his Xander attire. "Fact is," he ignores the incredulous brunette watching this scene with growing horror and grabs her by the shoulders to pull her back against his body, "I can give it to you so good neither of us will even know the world’s ended till it’s too late to bloody care."

With that he moves in and swoops down to claim her lips in the hungriest, deepest, most passionate and simply the best kiss she’d ever been part of. A whimper escapes her throat as her hands move to clutch desperately at his duster for anchorage as her mouth opens wide for his tongue to enter and she shyly mimics the experienced darts and twists of his organ with her own. Suddenly his tongue can’t reach deep enoinsiinside her and her body can’t press hard enough against his and their hands can’t seem to stop moving and groping and grabbing and she hears moans and groans filling the air and realizes they’re making all the noise and it makes her press even harder against his body and grab at his head and back with more demanding hands.

Then he was ripped away from her and when she recovers enough breath and rational thought to react, Xander’s already got him pinned against the column with a stake hovering just above the vampire’s heart.

"Xander, no!" she reacts without thought and shoves him hard away from the blonde.

Unfortunately the museum had steps leading up to the front entrance and they’d been standing very close to the top of those stone stairs and her instinctive action sends her best friend tumbling down a flight of the steps.

"Well, now," Spike drawls seductively beside her as they both watch the man come to a stop and sit up with a dazed groan, "looks like I’ve got myself a little Amazon."

"That wasn’t for you," she snaps honestly, "it would have been like letting him kick a puppy or kill some equally adorable and helpless thing."

"Much as I appreciate your knocking the wanker off me, luv, if that statement was meant in any way shape or form to refer to me as a ‘puppy,’ ‘adorable,’ or ‘helpless’ you’re going back on my ‘to kill slowly and painfully when this bloody chip is removed’ list," the vampire is practically vibrating with indignation.

"I was off that list?" she looks away from a glaring Xander to gauge the blonde’s sincerity.

"That snog earns you a reprieve, I think," he smirks wickedly as she blushes. "We ever get around to shagging and I may even let you live when I get my evil back."

"Really?" she lights up even though it will occur to her later that this whole night is cause for some major wiggins on her part. "The snog was good enough for a reprieve? Wait," she frowns. "what’s a snog again?"

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To Be Continued ...