Geeks Can Be Hot

Rating: It’s NC-17 BABY!

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Spike’s hand delves again into the opening of her unfastened jeans to find her swollen clit and make Willow drop the keys she held before she can get the right one into the lock and open the front door of her parent’s house. Cursing her fumbly fingers she pushes back with her hips to get herself enough room between him and the door to reach down and pick up the fallen keyring.

"Oh, yeah," his hands grip her hips tightly as she bends over and he holds her still while grinding his erection against her butt. "Should take you right now," he leans over to press his chest against her back as one hand moves back into her gaping pants. "Tear off these clothes," his fingers curl around cottcotton panties he’s shoved aside to give his digits access to her core, "and shove it," he thrusts forward with his hips to leave her in no doubt of what ‘it’ was, "right up in ya."

Her years as a Scooby with the Slayer had shown her that, contradictory to her religious beliefs, there was a hell awaiting sinners and she kne tha that moment that she was damned to go there. She knew this ‘cause only a very bad girl, aka sinner, would freeze at his words and find the idea of having her clothes ripped off and a vampire taking her in this awkward position on the front porch of the house she grew up in extremely inviting.

"You naughty naughty thing you," she can hear the gloating in his tone as he knows she’s not freaking out at the idea of what he suggested. "Wantin’ to be taken like that by the big bad," he thrusts a finger into her wetness and she clenches around the digit with a whimper. "Gettin’ all wet for it. So tight," he growls as he sends a second finger into her. "Never had a real one in here, have ya?" he wiggles the two fingers inside her and she nearly passes out. "Whoa, there," he removes his hand and moves it to pull her upright against him as her knees go weak and the porch starts looking very close to her face.

She feels dazed and confused and all kinds of wow as he presses her back against the door for support then stoops to pick up the key she’d kinda forgotten she’d been bending over for. With one hand unlocking the door the the other sliding around her hips to pull her to him as his lips crashed down on hers, Spike wiped her mind clear of everything past, present and future except his body and mouth and hands on her.

"Red," he breaks off the kiss and she whimpers until he begins licking and sucking at her throat. "Christ, I’ll never get enough of your neck," he groans distractedly as her head falls to the side to give him complete access to the pale column.

"Really?" she gasps as he sucks hard on the flesh over her pounding pulse.

"Mmm," he replies with a slight nod that doesn’t require his moving his lips from their current activities.

She’s gonna have a big skanky hickey on there tomorrow, she thinks and her hands tangle in his short hair to draw him closer still. Never had a hickey before, his teeth brush her skin as he moves a hand up under her shirt to work a breast free of the bra she wore. Oh, boy, her right leg rises to try wrapping around his waist as his fingers pluck at her nipple, but she can’t quite manage the move and whimpers at not being able to pull his pelvis closer.

"Invite me in," he pulls away from her neck to order roughly as he gasps for breath.

"Huh," she looks at him confused for a moment then her eyes open wide with comprehension. "Oh. Right," she gives him an ‘oops, sorry’ kinda smile.uot;uot;Forgot that part. Come in, Spike," she sighs while moving to press her lips against his.

But they’re suddenly falling hard to the floor inside the house’s front door and she lands beneath him with a thud that makes her forget about kissing for a moment as she realizes he’d had the door open behind them as he drove her crazy with that neck thing and the only thing holding them upright had been the invisible barrier that kept the vampire outside the dwelling until invited in.

"Owie," she pouts up at him when he braces himself on his elbows and lifts his chest away from hers.

"Sorry ‘bout that," he gives her a lopsided grin that she can’t help but return as he actually does look apologetic for the fall. "Next time," he leaps to his feet and bends to lift her up as he kicks the door shut behind them, "we fall into that comfy bed you promised me for the night. Lead on," he waves a hand toward the stairs indicating she was to take him to her room now.

She blushes again at the realization that she’s taking a boy up to her room to do naughty things with while her parents are away on one of their constant overseas travels then turns toward the staircase.

Only to be stopped by Spike suddenly grabbing her arm to turn her back around before shoving off the coat she wore and stripping off the shirt she had on beneath it before she could even blink in reaction.

"Wha - ?" she blinks a few times.

"Had to see how far those blushes go," he explains as his gleaming blue eyes run like an actual caress over her blushing face down to her chest, which was flushed with a hint of red.

"I am so staking you myself when I’m sane again," her blush intensifies, but she can’t hemilimiling shyly at the obvious appreciation in his gaze.

"Just have to keep you crazy then," he wraps his arms around her waist and goes at her neck again.

"Sounds like a plan," she moans and clutches at his shoulders.

"Bed," he rocks his hips against hers. "Now."

Forgetting all about never having taken a guy to her room like this, not even Oz, she pulls away, snatches one of Spike’s hands in hers and races up the steps to her bedroom.

The door slams back against the wall as they literally burst into the room and she’s too busy enjoying the fact that he’s grabbed her against him again to kiss her mouth wide open and thrust his tongue deeply inside to care that he doesn’t close the door behind them as he moves toward her bed. She feels the edge of the mattress hit the back of her legs a heartbeat before he tumbles her back onto it with a groaning growling sound that had her thighs parting without encouragement for his body to press between them.

There was a sharp tug at her bra followed by a snapping sound as he tore the garment from her rather than both with the small hooks at the back. Gasping with the thrill of having someone so eager he was literally ripping her clothes off, Willow grabs some material of the shirt Spike is wearing in each of her hands then yanks at the material and watches with a great deal of satisfaction as buttons tear and fly off as theric ric parts to reveal the kind of chest she’d thought only existed in sculpture’s like Michelangelo’s David.

"You tore my shirt off," he pulls back to look at her in complete surprise before looking down at the now gaping garment. "You tore Harris’ shirt," he looks back into her eyes with an expression of pure wicked delight.

"Oops," she says half-heartedly knowing she’ll feel bad for ruining Xander’s top, but really not givingarn arn at the moment.

"Oh, I like you," he smirks down at her and begins grinding his hips against her. "Always knew there was more to you," he slides a hand down her side to grip her thigh and pull her leg up over his hip. "That red hair. Redheads are always trouble. Got that temper and all kinds of fire to match the hair," he buries his face in the short crimson strands fanning out on the comforter beneath her head and inhales deeply. "Hmm," he pulls back with a curious expression. "New shampoo?"

"You …," she smiles up at him, "you noticed?"

"Like it," he breathes in the scent again. "Strawberries. Suits you more than that other one."

"I was trying the stuff Buffy li - ," he returns his attention to her neck after having gotten enough sniffing dond shd she felt hyes yes roll back in her head as they fluttered shut. "Homina homina homina," she repeats the odd phrase that suddenly comes to mind as his mouth ventures lower to explore her bared chest.

"That better not be some magical mumbo jumbo you’re blathering," he stops to warn.

"Huh," her eyes pop open at the stoppage. "No, no," she assures him and tries to force his head back against her skin. "It’s just something Xander," she smiles as he does a growl at her friend’s name, "says. It means … like … wow or something," she frowns and tries to remember the exact context she’s heard the phrase spoke in. "I think."

"Good enough," he shrugs off the topic and swoops to wrap his soft lips firmly around her left nipple.

The breath whooshes from her lungs as she arches toward his mouth and marvels at the cool wetness of his lips and tongue on her breast. He brings a hand up to fondle the other mound and tease the nipple into further hardness with nimble fingers and she desperately sucks in air at the dual assault. Then he increases the pace and pressure of his grinding between her legs and she says to hell with breathing and just grabs at him with her limbs and lips.

She’d thought it had been good with Oz, but as just this is driving her toward that mythical big O she knows she hadn’t had a clue of how good things could get.

Her toes were curling tight in her shoes, shoes she only vaguely realized she was still wearing as she laid on her bed something her mother would major lecture her for if she ever found out about it, and all kinds of incoherent sounds were pouring from her throat as he switches his mouth to the other breast and gives the abandoned mound the attentions of his hand.

"Spike," she gasps as her hips start bucking uncontrollably against his hard length.

Her head presses back into the mattress as she pants for breath and her fingers are digging into his scalp as she silently begs him to take her breast de and and suck it harder while the most vibrant colors are flashing behind her tightly closed eyelids. Then his teeth nip one nipple while he scrapes a fingernail over the other one and her world completely freezes then seems to explode in a dizzying rush like she’d never have thought was humanly possible.

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"Great for the ego, that was," her eyes flutter open at Spike’s softly spoken words. "First time you’ve gotten your rocks off, Red?"

"Rocks?" she blinks in confusion then frowns up at him. "What rocks? Where rocks?" she looks around and gives a little ‘eep’ when she sees that she’s somehow become naked. "Wow," she wouldn’t be surprised if she’s suddenly drooling as her wandering eyes discover that he’s nude as well. "Not complaining,t; st; she tries and fails to draw her attention away from one really long, thick and pale white shaft with a reddish purple tip peeking out from the sheath of a foreskin poking out from the thatch of brown curls between his legs. "Really not complaining," her eyes widen in surprise as they watch her hand move curiously toward that shaft, "but where did our clothes go?"

"Floor," he hisses with pleasure and rolls on to his side as her fingers brush his length. "Don’t worry," he grabs her hand and guides it to wrap just the way he likes it around him. "Just took thst ost of it off so we’d not have any delays when you came ‘round again," he shows her how firmly to grip and stroke his erection. "Didn’t violate ya any," he gives her that evil smirk of his. "Wanted you alert for that," her fingers grow curious and push back his foreskin to fully reveal the tip where a drop of liquid gleamed invitingly. "Christ," he groans as her fingers slick over that drop to test its tre. re. "Playing with fire there," he warns with his hand stilling her actions.

"Doesn’t feel like fire," she pulls her hand away and looks him in the eye as she brings it to her face to sniff at her fingers before letting her tongue dart out and taste him on the digits.

"You are asking for trouble," he informs her with a g in in his eyes seconds before pinning her body to the bed beneath his. "You want fire?"

"I want whatever you’ve got to give me," snswenswers with a shudder of desire running through her body.

"Dangerous invitation to give a vampire, pet," his head dips and she feels his blunt teeth bite sharply at her jugular, not hurting or meant to so the chip in his head spared him a shocking for the nip.

"Spike," she runs her fingers through his hair then down to grip the scruff of his neck and pull his lips to her. "You talk too much."

He gives her a series of deep tongue tangling kisses that leave her gasping and writhing beneath him then pulls back with a cocky grin.

"You like it, don’t ya?" he whispers in her ear as one of his hands works it’s way between their bodies to play in the curls at the apex of her thighs. "Gets you all wet hearin’ my voice," he blows a puff of cold breath into her ear and she feels herself growing wetter at the words and actions. "You’re a naughty one, at yot you, Red?" hingerngers dip into her moisture. "Offering me sex," a keening sound of pleasure parts her lips as two fingers thrust, curl, withdraw then thrust again at her core. "Wanting it in front of the whelp, outside on the porch," his thumb flicks over then grinds against her clitoris. "Didn’t matter where so long as you got the vampire between your creamy white thighs," he knees those thighs further apart until she’s spread wide on display for him. "Look at youot; ot; he rolls to the side and urges her up on her elbows to look down at her body. "All open and soft and juicy," she feels herself flush as her green eyes take in and widen at the sight of her swollen nipples, widespread legs and the wet pink flesh his hand is buried against, but it’s not an embarrassed flush. "Just waiting for me to feast on ya," his fingers jerk inside her as he bites again at her neck. "Still want me to shut up, luv?"

"Not exactly," she’s panting and thinking the most erotic thoughts and realizes he won’t shy away from her requests he vhe voices those thoughts so she smiles in anticipation and grabs his head to start pushing it down her body. "Your mouth," she moans as he obeys her urgings and moves to position his shoulders between her thigh. "Do other things with it," she tells him with an unnecessary push toward her waiting femininity. "Ahhhhhh, yes," she bucks upward and moves both her hands to his firmly muscled shoulders. "Just like that."

He chuckles against her as his tongue drags slowly between the parted folds of her labia, but she doesn’t care that she’s amused him. Especially since chuckling equaled vibration against her sensitive flesh and vibration against that sensitive flesh equaled Whoa, baby good vibrations through her whole body.

His tongue swirls around her clit then circles her hole before dipping in swirling about and flicking out much to her gasping, whimpering disappointment. Her sounds of protest earn another chuckle and her gasping, whimpering disappointment becomes gasping, moaning, twisting, writhing, whimpering pleasure as the vibrations make her all shaky again. Then he does the tongue swirls and sipping and withdrawing and it’s back to the disappointment as her legs drape themselves over his shouldand and her feet press into the center of his back and her hands grab onto his head for dear life and shove it hard against her.

The next chuckle vibrates even harder through her system as it’s released so close to her skin and her eyes and head both roll back at the sensation.

If this is insanity, she somehow manages to think as his head and mouth and tongue and teeth and even his nose move between her imprisoning thighs doing unimaginably good things to her clitorid vad vaginal opening and even shocking her eyes open with shocking little forays to a place she never would have imagined a person doing things at or thought she’d enjoy having a person doing things at, she's loving it.

Then his head pulls back for his fingers to join in and he shoves three of those big digits into her core as it begins to twitch and shudder in climax while his tongue and teeth rasp over the hard nub of nerves begging for attention and she pbly bly screams his name aloud as she does in her head as the world does that stopping then exploding in wild colors thing behind her eyelids as all thoughts but one seem permanently erased from her brain.

The only remaining thought?

Homina homina homina.

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I’m not done with this baby yet!