Geeks Can Be Hot

Groaning sleepily Willow flings her arm out toward her alarm clock to hit the snooze button or hurl the stupid thing against the wall for making such a racket. Her hand smacks blindly down on all the buttons and the blaring buzz ceases. She smiles in satisfaction and curls happily back into the arms of her lover with her back pressed to his chest and her bottom nestled against his groin.

Spike’s arms come around her once more as he pulls her in tight against him with contented purr as his mouth settles on the bite mark at the base of her neck. A shudder runs through her, causing all her private parts to tingle, as his lips part for his tongue to slide out and drag slowly over the fang impressions on her skin.

"Bloody gorgeous neck," he whispers into her ear before moving his mouth over every inch of her throat that he can reach with them lying on their sides.

A girl could really get used to this, she thinks with a smile as she relishes the gentle touches of his mouth and tongue. Could get addicted to it, she adds as she feels him hardening against her backside and his hands start stroking up over her chest then down over her thighs.

Then he gives her left breast a firm squeeze and delves between her legs with his other hand and all she can think is, Owie.

"Sore, pet?" he asks while easing his hold on her tit and stroking gently at her raw feeling core.

"Mmm," she moans at his touch while nodding to indicate she was indeed a bit achy from last night’s activities which had been more strenuous than any other in her life.

"Too sore?" he fondles her breasts and dips into the moisture once again coating her femininity.

She gives that a few moments of intense thought as he touches her so tenderly and easily turns her on then opens her eyes and twists her head around to look back into his face.

"Probably will be after this time," she gives him a seductive smile and tries to roll on to her back.

He keeps her on her side and leans down to kiss her swollen lips lightly as his hand raises her leg up over his hip.

"Spike - " she whispers as his fingers part her folds and she feels the tip of his erection nudging against her opening.

"You’ll like this, luv," hginsgins slowly easing himself into her.

The shrill sound of Buffy’s alarm clock freezes them both before he fully penetrates her and Willow’s eyes go wide and focus on the roommate she’d honestly forgotten all about. A squeak escapes her lips as the Slayer shifts in her bed at the buzzing sound and she tries to push Spike away, but he refuses to budge.

"Shh, she’s not getting up yet," he says quietly in her ear as he relaxes and continues sinking into her warmth.

"Spike - " she protests in a weak whisper as she watches Buffy reach out and hit the snooze on her alarm.

"We’ve got time," he soothes with his tongue flicking over the sensitive patch of skin behind her ear. "Look at her," he begins to gently rock back and forth, moving his length out then into her again. "She’s all knackered out," his right hand slides between her legs to tenderly caress her clitoris as her green eyes closely watch her roommate bury her blonde head under her pillow and go back to sleep. "We’ve got time for one more shag," his fingers lightly squeeze and pull on the nubbin of flesh they’re playing with and Willow can’t stop the cry of pleasure that escapes her. "Shh," she feels him shifting behind her then his left hand slides under her head so his hand can clamp over her mouth to stifle further noises. "Can’t have that this time," he sucks on her earlobe wringing a moan from her throat. "Keep your eyes open, pet," his lips move down to her neck as his fingers continue to toy with the knot of nerves at the apex of her thighs and his cock slowly thrusts inside her. "Gotta make sure the Slayer doesn’t catch us," she whimpers into his silencing hand at the thought and keeps her increasingly unfocused gaze locked on the bed just a few feet from them. "I get you alone again," he pulls his hips back and drives them forward again with his groin making a light smacking sound against her butt as he does so, "I’m gonna make you scream," he stops toying with her clit and begins stimulating it expertly to make her cry out with pleasure against his palm, "so loud. Don’t care who hears us,&quois bis blunt teeth nip at the impressions his fangs left on her skin. "You make," he increases the pace of his thrusts, "the most," his teeth make their way up to her ear to bite at it, "sounds, luv. Those moans," as if on cue she moans for him. "Your whimpers," he twists her clit until she gives him the muffled noise he wants. "Way you say my name," he removes his hand from her mouth and maneuvers it down to pluck at her nipples with his fingers.

"Spike," she says as quietly as she can when her body is encouraging her to scream it from the rooftops at that moment.

"Good girl," he turns her head back toward his and claims her mouth to stifle her cries that way.

His tongue stabs between her lips a bit awkwardly given the angle, but she doesn’t care. She moans deep in her throat and wraps her tongue around his to twist and glide against the rough wet organ in time wthe the thrusts of his cock inside her. He quickly pushing her toward orgasm with his fingers at her breasts and between her legs and his shaft plunging into and withdrawing from her grasping channel.

"Now," he tears his mouth away from hers to order with his hips slamming hard and deep inside her then stilling with the tip of his length pressing right against her womb. "Come for me, Willow."

"Spike," she cries out and doesn’t care if it’s louder than a whisper as Buffy’s alarm clock starts buzzing again to drown out the ecstatic sound.

Some part of her hears him groan out her name as his hips start jerking convulsively against her to send his cool shooting semen deep inside her core to mix with her hot juices and coat his spurting cock.

Her mouth opens to call out his name again as she feels her climax increase or begin again or draw out at the feel of him coming inside her once more, but nothing escapes her lips as all her muscles are so locked up with pleasure that her lungs aren’t even working to breathe at that moment. Behind eyelids she wasn’t even aware of shutting the colors were dancing and exploding once more and she turns her head into her pillow with a loud gasp for breath as his mouth sucks on her neck instantly unlocking all her muscles to leave her a shuddering, convulsing mass on the mattress.

While she’s feeling aftershock after aftershock of pleasure race through her body he withdraws from her core to slip off the bed, throw the blankets over her nude body and go hide in the closet like he said he would come morning.

"I’m awake. I’m awake," she hears vaguely from her roommate as her body begins to go limp and stop spasming.

Willow smiles into her pillow as sounds of Buffy rushing around to gather her bath supplies and a change of clothes before rushing from the room to the communal showers to get ready for her first class.

How did he do that, she wonders sleepily as she thinks of the perfect timing with which Spike had aroused and brought them both to climax without giving the Slayer a single clue that her shy little redheaded friend had been banging the undead just a few feet away.

~*~*~

"Wills, come on, wake up," Buffy sighs impatiently and pokes yet again at her lightly snoring roommate. "You’re gonna be late for class," the blonde looks at the clock on the girl’s nightstand and sees that she too is going to be cutting it close. "You’re never late for class," she shakes her friend and finally earns a groan from the lump under the covers.

"Go ‘way," the lump mutters.

"Willow, wake up," she persists. "Are you sick?" she asks with concern after another minute of poking and shaking with no response except more mutters.

"Need sleep," the lump says clearly as it shifts away from the poking and shaking.

Sighing yet again Buffy shakes her head and decides to give up even though she knows the redhead will have a total wiggins later for having missed the class and why didn’t someone wake her and blah blabbity blah blah blah.

"Sorry, Wills, but I’m not your alarm clock. Your alarm clock is your alarm clock and don’t blame me because you shut it off," she informs the once again snoring lump before turning away to gather her school supplies and head off for the boring lecture and possible pop quiz that always awaited her in Professor Morgan’s class. "Um … that’s weird," she stops as she’s about to leave the room as her green eyes suddenly discover the clothes strewn on the floor at the foot of her roommate’s bed. "That can’t be …," she puts her things down again and goes to pick up a very familiar looking pile of black leather. "Spike’s coat," she blinks in surprise as she holds the item up and sees that it is indeed the bleached blonde vampire’s trademark leather duster. "How … Why … Willow?!" she forgets about class and moves back to poking and shaking her friend.

"Ok, ok, I’m up," the lump groans disgruntledly and uncovers it’s head to glare up at the blonde. "Stop poking me. Poking’s rude," the redhead shoves back a chunk of short hair that was covering her left eye.

"What is Spike’s coat doing here?" Buffy demands of the still disoriented girl.

"Wha - " Willow frowns in confusion then sees the item in question and freezes with her eyes opening wide in something akin to horror. "Oh … um … well … see … um …," her eyes squeeze shut and she takes a few deep steadying breaths as the Slayer watches then she smiles and opens her eyes. "I lost my coat and he let me borrow it because it was really chilly last night."

"Really? Spike – the big bad vampire – let you wear his coat home ‘cause it was cold and he’s so notoriously a gentleman," the blonde says skeptically.

"Ok, promise not to get mad?" the redhead looks up at her with a pleading puppy dog expression.

"Sure, I promise."

"Ok, Spike and I are like … together now and Xander kinda kicked him out of his basement last night because we wanted to do stuff so I took him to my parents house so we could do stuff and then we did some stuff and my parents came home and caught us doing stuff and we snuck out my bedroom window while my parents were waiting downstairs to have a serious discussion with us both about the stuff they saw us doing and then I didn’t want to go to some ooky crypt in the cemetery so that left here as the only place Spike and I could go for the rest of the night and we ended up doing more stuff here even though I tried to tell him we couldn’t do anything here because you’re my roommate and the Slayer and sleeping in the same room and you’d probably dust him for the stuff we were doing even though I really really like and wanted the stuff he was doing to me and the coat’s on the floor ‘cause that’s where we left our clothes when we took them off to do stuff."

"Ok," Buffy drops the coat on the bed and shakes her head at her breathlessly rambling roomie. "If you don’t wanna tell me, don’t tell me. It’s just a stupid coat no need to make up such silly stories," she turns away to pick her things back up and head toward the door. " thi think he’d let me wear it?"

There’s a sound from Willow’s closet at her question and she frowns in that direction before her roommate starts coughing violently and draws her attention once again.

"Are you feeling ok?"

"Peachy keen, jelly bean," the redhead assures her with a bright smile.

"That’s a new one. Where’d you get it?" she asks curiously about the cutesy answer.

"Grease. Rizzo said it in Grease."

"Cool. Ok," the blonde sighs and turns again to leave, "gotta motor. I am so late for class right now."

With that the Slayer was finally gone leaving Willow to collapse back onto the bed with a huge sigh of relief and Spike to scoff about the ‘stupid bint’ from his place in the closet.

~*~*~

An hour later Willow was finally up and out of bed walking to the bathroom on wobbly legs to get herself a nice scalding hot shower to wake up.

She left behind a still grumbling Spike who felt it was safe for him to leave the bloody closet now that the Slayer was off to classes and wanted to sleep his day away in a nice comfy bed. Part of her was actually considering letting him have his way just to see how Buffy would react to going back to their room between classes to find the blonde vampire sleeping happily in Willow’s bed.

Like to see her call that a silly story, the redhead thinks with a grin as she enters the empty bathroom and claims a shower stall.

Her hands turn the faucets on and test the water before she removes the robe she’s wearing and hangs it up on the hook outside the shower before stepping into the stall and under the hot spray. A loud moan of contentment escapes her as the water soaks her hair and runs over her aching body in the most relaxing way. For long moments she just languishes under the liquid, letting the heat sink into every pore.

"Knew this," Spike says to announce his presence after peeling back the shower curtain, "would be a sight to see."

"Spike," she turns and leans against the wet wall with a reluctant smile curling her lips as he steps nude into the stall with her. "What do you think you’re doing?"

"Saving water," he soaks himself under the shower’s hot spray then gives her a leering wink. "Making sure you wash behind your ears."

"Just behind my ears," knowing that they’re not likely to be interrupted with most all the students on the floor off to class like good little boys and girls Willow slides her arms around his neck with a smile.

"You know what they say," his blue eyes gleam with hints gold and desire, "you scrub my back …"

"Maybe I wanna wash your front," she tips her head back kisses his soft lips until they harden under hers to become hungry and demanding.

"Wash away, then," he pulls back and hands her sponge and shower gel.

"You’re gonna smell like lavender," she giggles as she lathers up the sponge and begins running it over his torso.

"Smells good on you," he presses his nose against her neck and inhales deeply.

"And the strawberry shampoo?" she thinks ahead to when she washes his hair. "You’re gonna smell all girly for when we go to Xander’s tonight," she teases as she turns him to scrub his back before kneeling to get the backs of his legs.

"That whelp," he scoffs as she turns him again to run the suds up the front of his legs. "We have to go there?"

"Yes," her cleansing hand slowly zeroes in on his erection. "It’s the only place you’ve got to stay."

"Could find me," he groans as she runs the rough sponge over his length, "a place of my own."

"No crypts," she says while directing him under the spray to wash away the soapy bubbles on his skin.

"Nothing wrong with crypts, luv," his hands slide into her wet hair as she stays on her knees and sucks the tip of his shaft into her mouth. "Can fix one up," her tongue toys with his foreskin until he groans, "right posh for us."

"For us?" she pulls back to smile up at him. "You want me there with you?"

"Kind of what this," he looks down into her eyes and strokes a hand over his mark on her neck, "was all about. You’re mine, Red."

"Say that again," she orders as her mouth swallows his cock whole.

"You’re mine, Willow," he grunts and groans the words repeatedly as she deep throats him until his balls finally clench and he shoots into her mouth. "Gettin’ good at that, pet," he commends as she gets back to her feet after cleaning him up again.

"Really?" she flushes shyly at the compliment.

"Really," he grabs onto the back of her head and yanks her mouth to his for a hard kiss. "My turn," he growls after a moment as he takes the sponge from her and lathers it up again.

"Oh Goddess," she leans back against the wall and moans as his hands move quickly over her body until they come to her thighs where he slows to a stop.

"Who you belong to?" he asks while kneeling and maneuvering himself way between her legs then draping a wet limb over his shoulder.

"You," she whimpers as his fingers part her swollen folds. "Spike," she moans as his tongue tenderly glides over her slit.

"Say you’re mine, Willow," he orders against her clit.

"I’m yours, Spike," she complies to his demand over and over again until his thrusting licking tongue makes her come all over his face.

He continues to lap up her juices for a long moment after her climax then pulls away as she’s leaning limply against the wet tiles at her back. Her eyes are shut and her hand is lovingly running over his wet hair, so she’s oblivious to the fact that he’s vamped out until she feels his fangs sink into the soft flesh of her inner thigh. As with the bite on her neck, she feels nothing but a brief sting of pain as his sharp incisors pierce her skin then it’s pure pleasure racing through her body and making her cry out sharply as she climaxes again just from receiving the possessive mark.

"Bloody addictive, you are," he informs her as he rises from her knees and finishes bathing her lightly twitching body.

"You, too," she half opens her eyes to smile up at him as he put the sponge aside and reaches for her shampoo. "This is just …," she moans contentedly as he massages the liquid into her hair and works up a lather to clean the strands. "Wow," is all she can think of as he rinses her off then quickly washes his bleached blonde locks and pulls her from the stall with him.

~*~

Still more chapters planned. ;-)