Geeks Can Be Hot

Rating: NC-17 and I’m thinking it’s gonna pretty much stay that from here on out.

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"Oh, bollocks," Spike whips his head around, sees onviouviously furious father and a near fainting mother standing in the still opened doorway of Willow’s bedroom, and pulls his softened length from Red to dive for the covers.

He snatches them up and turns to see the girl scrambling to fall off the other side of the bed out of her parents’ sight.

"Dad?" he wraps the blanket around his waist and edges toward the window to escape as she peers up over the mattress at the door to stare wide eyed at the man.

"Yes, your – her father," the slightly balding man enters the room with his brown eyes glaring at Spike. "Who are you and what is going on here besides the obvious?"

"Daddy, this," Willow pulls the sheet off the bed and wraps it tightly around herself before stumbling to her feet to move to his side, "is my boyfriend … um … William," she gives him an apologetic look that tells him she just can’t introduce him as Spike. "Um … aren’t you guys supposed to be in Spain this week?"

"We got home early and don’t change the subject young laduot;uot; her da says firmly. "Is this the kind of thing you do every time we go out of town?"

"No," she raises her hands to make some emphatic gesture to back up her statement then shrieks when the lack of hands starts the sheet sliding downward. "Oh, Goddess, kill me now," she whimpers while grabbing the cover and hiding her face against his chest.

"Not to tell you what to do in your own place, mate, but you think we could do this downstairs after we’ve had a chance to dress?" Spike asks the man rationally.

"Yes, Ira," the mum finally recovers her ability to speak and steps forward to lay a hand on the man’s arm. "Let’s give them a minute to … compose themselves and we can discuss this down in the living room."

"You’ve got five minutes and don’t think we’re not going to discuss this, Willow," ‘Ira’ snaps with a glare at Spike before turning and slamming out of the room with his bird.

"Please tell me you’ve killed me or I’m still passed out from … all that," Willow looks up at him with slightly panicked eyes. "Tell me my parents did not see us … "

"Shagging like beasties? ‘Fraid so, luv," he gathers up his borrowed pants and puts them on then locates her jeans and tosses them her way. "Get dressed."

"Are you kidding?" she squeaks with the pants clutched to her chest. "I can’t go face them. I’ve gotta go find a hole to crawl into and die of total humiliation. Dear Goddess, Spike, my parents saw us …" she waves a hand at the bed then drags it through her hair, "that!"

"We’re not going down there, luv, we’re getting the hell out of here now get dressed and be quick about it ‘fore your da comes bargin’ back in with a shotgun," he yanks on his boots, smiles at the remains of Harris’ shirt then shrugs on his coat.

"Oh," she finally understands and drops the sheet to scramble into her pants. "Oh," her eyes go wide and she freezes after fastening the jeans, "my shirt’s downstairs."

Growling with frustration he stomps to the closet, rips it open and grabs the first top off a hanger he sees. Then his eyes land on a rather familiar flash of fuzzy pink and he reaches for that to toss her way.

"Put that on and let’s go," he snaps as she stands smiling at the sweater.

"This is … you really did remember me wearing it that first time?" she asks him with this soft, lovey dovey expression on her face that almost makes him forget that there are angry parents waiting to lecture downstairs in favor of tumbling her back onto the bed they’ve spent the past two hours wrecking.

"Told you I did," he takes the shirt from her hands and shoves her into it then helps her back into her shoes before opening the window and climbing out. "Now come on, luv," he climbs to the tree outside and waves for her to join him.

"I don’t think it’ll hold us both," she straddles the windowsill and looks doubtfully at the branch.

"Fine," he quickly shimmies down the limb and jumps to the ground then orders quietly up to her. "Now get your bloody ass down here."

"I’m coming, Mr. Bossy-pants," she grouses as she moves to the tree and makes her way slowly down the trunk. "I can’t believe I’m doing this," she giggles as she reaches his side and he grabs her arm to start dragging her away from the house. "I’ll never be able to talk to them again," she grinds to a halt with a gasp. "They’ll probably disown me."

He scoffs at that and gives a yank to start her into motion again.

"Do you actually have a place you’re trying to get me to so quickly?" she asks after a bloc
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He grinds to a halt this time and thinks about that one. The whelp had pretty much kicked him out for the night when it became clear that he and Willow had every intention of finding a bed and shagging like rabbits till dawn, which is what had led them to Red’s childhood home. Now that that was out …

"Bloody hell," he searches for a fag in his coat, finds none and settles for the flask of whiskey instead. "There’s a nice crypt …" she gives him the ‘no way’ glance he was expecting and he opens the flask and takes a gulp of the liquor. "Bloody hell."

"Buffy’s kind of a heavy sleeper after a good fight and those Vahrall’s tonight probably …" Willow blushes a little at what she’s offering.

"Inviting me back to your dorm, luv?" he recaps the flask and tucks it away with a smirk before moving to take her hips in his hands and drag her against him. "Feeling dangerous?"

"We c,&qu," she looks up at him with a blush and places her hands on his bare chest, "do that. It’s just," her hands seem unable to not touch him, "a place to sleep the rest of the night then you’ll be back at Xander’s tomorrow."

"Of course," he hides the ideas forming in his hfromfrom her by burying his expressive face against her neck. "No more," he finds his mark on her flesh and drags his gritty tongue over the sensitive wound, "shagging."

She whimpers and moans and clutches at his shoulders and Spike smiles against her neck knowing he’ll be getting his way again.

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Sneaking in through a side door of the dorm that was always left open by students for other students to sneak in past curfew, Willow tries to remain firm in her conviction that she would not do anything with Spike when they got to her room. Her resolve continues to waver, though, as his hands keep touching and his lips keep kissing and his voice keep saying the most delicious things as they creep upstairs to the room she shares with Buffy.

"We have to be quiet," she pauses outside the door to whisper firmly.

"Be quiet as a mouse, pet," his sparkling eyes tell her that’s a lie as he presses her against the wooden panel and licks her mouth open to thrust his tongue inside for a deep bone melting kiss. "Shh, none of that," he pulls away to smirk down at her as a whimpering moan escapes her throat at the kiss. "Can’t wake the Slayer."

She gives him a glare at the taunt that melts reluctantly into a smile at his look of utter innocence, that surprisingly he’s able to pull off with ease despite his absolute evil past and obviously wicked intentions.

"Come in," she whispers against his lips after opening the door to her room and stepping inside.

A single lamp next to Buffy’s bed sheds enough light for them to make their way quietly into the room and over to Willow’s bed. They both keep their eyes locked on the Slayer to make sure the other girl’s sleeping soundly and the light snores escaping the blonde relaxes them.

"Ok," she sighs and turns to Spike with a relieved smile, "this is gonna work."

"I’ll say," he shrugs off his coat then slides his hands around her waist and under her shirt.

"No," she whispers as firmly as she can with his cool fingers skimming temptingly over her flesh. "We can’t," she moves toward his bare chest against her better judgement.

"But you want to," he grins at her lasciviously then brushes their noses against each other before pressing his lips to hers in a slow, deep toe curling kiss.

When the kiss ends she’s leaning weakly against him with her hands curled around his firm biceps and her body humming with a need that definitely should have been satisfied already. Biting her lower lip she turns her green eyes toward Buffy’s bed, sees how deeply her friend is sleeping and her resolve begins to weaken so quickly she has to wonder if she ever really had it to begin with.

"We’ll be quiet," his mouth moves down her neck as his hands open her jeans and he slides a hand inside.

"Don’t think I can," a moan escapes her as he finds the slightly painful nub between her legs.

"Have to gag you then," he pulls back with a grin to yank off her sweater and tug her pants down before sitting her down on the edge of the bed to remove her shows and the bunched up clothing.

"With what?" she asks distractedly as he tears off his boots and casually steps from his short pants.

"There are … things," he trails his fingers down his chest then wraps them tellingly around his once again hard shaft.

"You weren’t exactly quiet when I did that before," she smiles at the memory of how she’d made him blast off with her name on his lips.

"Guess," he moves toward her and uses his body to get her to lay back in the center of the bed, "you’ll have to gag me too."

"How?" her brow furrows innocently as she tries to think of an effective method and he gives her a very very wicked look that makes it clear he’s got something in mind already.

His scarred brow arches suggestively and he gives her a hard, lingering kiss that makes her cling to him as he pulls away and begins moving down her body. He drags his tongue over her nipples until they’re once again painfully erect, then continues down to circle her navel before stopping with his nose nuzzling the curls between her legs. She soon figures out his intentions when he stretches out on his back with his feet up against the headboard and his head down at her feet. His hands latch onto her hips and he quietly arranges her willing body onto all fours on top of his with their heads now positioned between each others legs.

A huge smile curls her lips as she stares down at his arousal and realizes giddily that she is now 69ing.

Her. Willow Rosenberg. Egghead and Captain of the geek squad as that jerkface Percy had called her hours ago was right this moment doing the 69 sexual position with a vampire. She bet he wouldn’t think she was all geeky if he could see her right now, she shudders as Spike’s fingers move to part her folds and explore her pink wet flesh. Ooookay, she feels his tongue gently glide over her tender core and bites back a moan, no more thinking now. Goodnight, brain. Take over body.

She focuses all her attention on his length as it bobs and weaves like a serpent waiting to strike. Having received permission to take over, her body seems to know exactly how to handle this situation and adjusts her stance so that her weight is supported on her left elbow and her right hand is wrapped around the base of his shaft to hold it steady for her mouth.

"Tha’s it," he groans against her as she lets her tongue dart out to slip under his foreskin and peel the flap of skin back from the broad tip of his shaft.

"Shh," she deliberately releases a rush of air with her shushing to blow around his slit.

A growly sound escapes him seconds before he sinks his blunt teeth into thet skt skin of her inner thigh at her actions, making her squeak and giving him the excuse to do some shushing of his own with his cool breath skating erotically over her hot moist folds. In retaliation she slowly licks and practically slobbers all over his length, spreading her saliva along his shaft with her hand and completely ignoring the rocking of his hips that silently urge her to take him into her mouth. His mouth clamps down on her clit and suckles strongly at the nub, making her eyes clench shut and her mouth dropping down to press against his groin to stifle her moans.

"Willow," she feels rather than hears him say her name in a way that has her raising her head and wrapping her lips around the head of his shaft. "Tha’s it," she feels him croon against her clitoris before his mouth moves to her hole.

She moans as his tongue wiggles it’s way into her core, licking at their still evident combined juices and swirling deliciously against her swollen inner walls. The sound vibrates through his shaft as it rests just inside her mouth and he groans with a slight upward thrust to send himself deeper in the hot, wet orifice.

Her coating him with saliva just moments ago allows him to move into her further with surprising ease and she surprises herself by automatically relaxing her jaw and throat to continue taking him in.

Softly encouraging sounds rumble from his lips into her skin as she gets half his length into her mouth then pauses to swallow experimentally with that much inside her before sucking just a bit on him and pulling her tightly closed mouth back up to let him pop from her lips. The sounds he emits turn frustrated as her tongue circles the head and flicks across his slit before she draws the tip back into her mouth, causing his noises to again become encouraging and almost satisfied. She grows bold and allows her mouth to slowly sink downward until her chin and nose are nestled in the soft brown curls at the base of his shaft which is now firmly imbedded in her relaxed throat.

A startled exclamation is released from his lips against her at the penetration and satisfaction spreads through her at knowing this pleases him. For a long time she’s too busy focusing on the slow up and down rhythm her suckling mouth settles into over his cock that she doesn’t consciously feel his tongue diving and swirling inside her until he withdraws it from her quim to use the wet organ to draw circles around her back entrance while his hands spread her cheeks wide.

"Spike," she removes her mouth from his shaft to hiss and moan in surprise as he rims the orifice then stiffens his tongue to press inside.

Her eyes open wide then clench shut as a shudder of pure wicked delight races through her body as he works his way into the tight opening and begins to thrust his tongue inside her while he moves two fingers to her abandoned pussy to stroke in and around her box. Marveling at the things he’s made her feel and want to do in such a short time Willow recovers enough to return her mouth to his dick to give him something she hoped would feel as good as what he was doing to her. Her mouth easily sank down his length and she eagerly swallowed him whole, earning a groan that vibrated against her ass and his two fingers thrusting inside her to search out her g-spot. She finds her legs weakening and sinks down until she’s basically sitting on his face, but he only continues to make pleased sounds that encourage her to grind herself onto his mouth and hands.

Not knowing how long she would be able to last and not wanting to come alone, she attacks his cock with her tongue swirling, lips gripping, teeth gently scraping, and whole mouth sucking deeply at his length. Beginning to shudder in reaction to his fingers forays into her core and his tongue’s thrusting into her untried channel, she moans and whimpers with him buried in her throat while she brings her free hand between his legs to fondle the soft, heavy sac below the organ she was pleasuring. Her inexperienced fingers experimentally roll the twin balls beneath the skin then lightly grip them against her palm before releasing his sac to stroke and knead it with her shaking digits.

"Christ, Red," he pulls back to groan as she again grips his pouch while bouncing her head up and down over his length.

With a growl he returns his face to her crevice, thrusting his tongue in deep while adding a third finger to her pussy and going at both holes with a hunger that had her eyes rolling back with pleasure. Incoherent noises are muffled by his cock as she loses focus and just allows him to begin thrusting himself up into her mouth. She feels him rubbing her throat raw as he fucks it, but doesn’t care as his tongue and fingers curl wickedly inside her sparking the most intense orgasm of her life, which was saying a lot considering the night she’d had. As the mindless convulsions rack her body part of her realizes that Spike has also found release as his cool semen shoots down her gullet and soothes the slightly abused tissues there.

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TBC ...

A/N: I am planning to work Xander in on the fun either in the next chapter or the one after that depending on how wrapped up I get in writing and I have many other unlikely yet fun smutty situations planned for Spike & Willow in this story. Have I mentioned the whole thing is pretty much PWP with an emphasis on porn and very little plot? 'Cause it actually kinda is ...