Geeks Can Be Hot

"Stop that," Willow orders Spike when she feels han hands once again playing with her butt as she leans out into the hallway to make sure the coast is clear for them to dash from the girls’ bathroom to her dorm room.

"Can’t," he gives the flesh beneath his palms a squeeze aendsends forward to whisper in her ear, "’s such a sweet ass. Just beggin’ to be squeezed."

Blushing a bit at the compliment, she sees that there aren’t any stray students wandering about on the floor and straightens to grab his arm and pull him along as she runs to her room. They make it to the safety of her private quarters and once inside slamslams the door shut and leans back against it with a sigh of relief.

"I can’t believe we did that."

"Which that, luv? The scurry across the corridor or the bit of bathtime fun?"

The smirk on his face as he asked that question was incorrigible and infectious. Instead of answering she found herself smiling back at him and remembering the ‘bit of bathtime fun.’ As if sensing the direction of her thoughts his smirk turns suggestive and he moves in to pin her against the door and take her lips with his.

With a happy little sigh she drops her bath supplies and moves both her hands to the lapels of his duster as she parts her lips to deepen the kiss. His tongue accepts her invitation, slipping inside to trace over her teeth then twining with hers. He deftly unties the belt holding her robe closed and moves his hands under the fabric to push it off her body. Shuddering at the feel of his fingers skimming over her skin on their way up to tease her nipples into hardness she reluctantly pulls her mouth away from his and braces her hands against his chest to put some distance between them.

"We can’t," she states as firmly as she can while pushing herself away from the door and moving past him into the room. "You need sleep and I’ve got to get to at least one class today or else Buffy’ll get all worried and come check up on me."

"Bloody Slayer," he grouses, apparently accepting her words.

She turns from the dresser she’d just begun riffling through for clean underwear with some ‘be nice to my friend’ kind of comment on the tip of her tongue at his tone only to nearly swallow said tongue upon seeing him shed his duster to uncover his otherwise nude body. &qu "How can you still be all …," he sees the way she’s looking at him and gives her that darned smirk, just daring her to complete the question.

Blushing from that look and the sight of his body, pale skin glowing in the harmless sunlight coming through the blinds covering the windows and penis fully erect … quite fully, she snaps her mouth shut and determinedly resumes her search for panties.

"’S your fault," he says casually behind her and she looks back to see him settling himself comfortably atop her bed, making no effort to cover his body.

"What’d I do?" she asks with a frown.

"Made me hard again," he gives her a totally fake pout and runs a hand down the center of his chest over his stomach to curl loosely around the base of his shaft. "Smelling you like that always gets me hard as stone."

"Smelling me like what?" the frown deepens as she discreetly sniffs at an underarm and reaches for deodorant. "I just showered, I don’t smell. You should know that being the one that bathed me," she mutters to herself.

"It’s not a bad smell, luv," he assures her in a slightly amused tone that has her looking up from applying the antiperspirant. "’S the smell of your desire. Your blood when you get turned on and it starts pumping to all your sweet spots. Your scent turns me on."

"That a good thing or a bad thing?"

"Good if you’re gonna come over here and do something ‘bout it," his hand strokes once up and down his cock to leave her in no doubt of what ‘it’ she would be doing something about. "Bad if you’re determined to rusf anf and leave me like this."

A conflicted little whimper escapes her as she looks from him to the clock next to her bed that tells her she’s got twenty minutes to get to Professor Walsh’s class, which she had with Buffy and if she missed it the Slayer was bound to get worried.

"Rain check?" she looks at him again with a half hopeful, half apologetic expression.

"You owe me, Red," he declares with a huff at her decision.

"I’ll make it up to you," she promises, moving to the bed and leaning toward him to seal the deal with a kiss.

"You’d better," he growls against her mouth before tangling a hand in her hair to pull her head down for a kiss that was much deeper and longer than she’d intended.

Her resolve was wavering big time despite the aches in certain parts of her body that would again be exercised if she gave in to the temptation of staying when he finally broke the kiss. Through heavy lidded eyes she watches him move under the covers and settle into a comfortable position against the pillows with a self-satisfied expression on his face.

"Better hurry, luv," he tells her cockily before boldly reaching out a hand to smack her bottom. "Don’t wanna be late and get the Slayer all stake happy with me."

With a glare for the rather hard slap, she turns away and begins getting dressed. Trying to pretend there wasn’t a very sexy and aroused male vampire laying in her bed watching her every move she picks a chaste white cotton bra with little flowers all over it and the matching panties from her underwear drawer, wishing as she does so that she had some sexier lingerie to don around him. She feels his blue eyes moving over her like a physical caress as she puts the garments on, especially on her bottom when she bends over to pull the panties on.

Sure he had a definite obsession with her butt and not at all sure whether she should be flattered or fearful of that fact, she quickly grabs a pair of jeans and tugs them on to further conceal that part of her anatomy from his gaze. Mindful of the hickeys and bite mark on her neck she rummages around in her dresser then closet until she finds a nice turtleneck to complete the outfit. After collecting a pair of socks and shoes she sits down on the corner of her bed to put the items on as was her habit, forgetting somehow that the bed had an occupant. The shifting of the mattress beneath her followed by familiar fingers tugging the turtleneck down until his mark was revealed quickly reminded her of that fact, though.

"You ashamed of this?" he asks before nudging her head to the side and pressing his lips against the bite on her neck.

"No," she sighs honestly, eyes drifting shut while she arches toward his mouth.

"Regret letting me do it?" he drags his tongue over the sensitive wound and a shudder of desire racks her body.

"No," she gasps, dropping her shoes and reaching back to grab onto him.

"Just checking," he moves away from her at that, apparently satisfied with her answers.

Her eyes pop open at tand and she twists around to stare at him, unable to believe he was stopping when he’d had her going all soft and pliable at the simple touches to his mark. The smirk of his lips and arching of his scarred btelltell her that he sensed her confusion and renewed, unfulfilled desire.

Determined to wipe that smug look off his far too sex face, she lunges at him, pinning his body down to the mattress with her own and hopefully kissing him senseless. She uses every trick she’s learned, mostly from him, writhing to press and rub her sweet spots against his while twirling her tongue around the interior of his mouth until his arms lock around her waist and he’s responding with an urgency that has her forgetting everything in the world except what’s happening right in that moment. His hands work their way into her pants and under her panties to grab onto the baresh esh of her butt, using the hold to grind her hips down against his and making her feel his erection through the barriers of clothing and blankets.

When she’s forced to turn her head to the side so she can breathe he eagerly diverts his oral attentions to her throat. The second his mouth begins moving over her flesh there, nudging her shirt aside with his nose and chin, her lungs freeze and her hands move to grip his bare shoulders. She feels his blunt teeth rake over the puncture wounds left by his fangs and nearly comes at that harmless contact. Her legs instinctively move to straddle his to increase the pressure of their groins grinding together and his fingers dig into her ass to urge her hips harder and faster against his.

Gasping for breath she squirms within the confines of her jeans, grinding her clit against the hard knot of denim between her legs and humping against the hard length of his shaft. Pleasure is zinging along her every nerve, making her body shiver and twitch. Then she hears a growl from her lover followed quickly by the feel of his fangs again sinking into her flesh and the orgasm that had been approaching slams into her like a tidal wave and she falls again into oblivion.

~*~*~

"Oh, Goddess, I am so late," she groans with a look at her clock the moment she’s regained her senses.

Scrambling from the bed to stand on unsteady legs, Willow jams her feet into the shoes lying forgotten on the floor then rushes around the room to gather her school supplies.

"Before you go dashing off, ducks," she turns from her frantic activities and watches him throw the blankets covering him to the floor, "you got some clean linens ‘round here?"

For a moment she’s too busy taking note of the fact that for once his dick is soft and marveling at the fact that even in this satiated state him manhood was more impressive than Oz’s had been. Then with a blink and blush his words sink in and she forces her attention away from his groin to rummage around in her closet for some clean sheets to replace the ones that had gotten wet with his cum. Ignoring the slightly uncomfortable wetness between her legs, she tosses the requested items his way and curses not having time to change as she collects her things in preparation to leave.

"You gonna be ok here alone?" she turns to ask him as he unfolds the fresh linens and settles beneath them.

"I believe I can manage sleeping without having my hand held," he replies rather harshly before sighing and answering a bit more gently. "Yes, luv, I’ll be fine."

A little stung by his first response she hovers uncertainly near the door before moving to the bed again.

"Ya mad at me?" she asks, fidgeting with the books in her hands.

"No, just tired," she feels one of his hands touch hers and lifts the gaze she’d had locked on the floor around her feet. "Didn’t mean to at at you, luv. Just not used to having someone …," his fingers toy with hers and he watches their hands thoughtfully for a moment. "Not used to having someone care," he lifts his gaze to hers with that admission and she could almost swear that her heart literally flip flopped in her chest at the emotion in his incredibly blue eyes.

"Well, I do," she informs him with a shy smile before bending down and giving him a kiss. "I care."

"I know," his lips meet hers softly before he settles back on the mattress. "You’d better hurry along now," he reminds with a glance at the alarm clock.

"Right," she nods and heads to the door again. "I’ll be back at sunset and if you hear anyone else coming to the room before then get in the closet and stay there till the coast is clear, ok?"

"Yes, mum," he softens the quip with a smile then surprises her by adding, "Take my coat, it’s supposed to be cold out today."

Touched beyond belief by the offer she rushes to set her things down on the bed then pick the infamous leather duster up off the floor and put it on. Unable to resist she moves to give him yet another quick kiss after buttoning the worn garment up.

"Don’t get used to it," he orders as she snuggles in the coat after the smooch on her way out the door.

With a noncommittal smile she shifts her books around to blow him a kiss before finally exiting the room to race to class. Knowing she had exactly five minutes to complete her across campus dash she focuses on reaching the destination of her psychology class and tries to ignore thoughts of Spike brought on by the way his scent lingered on the borrowed coat she wore.

"Willow," she was suddenly jerked to a stop and out of her thoughts by Buffy who was suddenly standing in front of her. "What is up with you today? I called your name like three times and you’re all like zombie girl."

"Oh," she shakes her head and offers the blonde a goofily apologetic smile. "Sorry. I’m kinda loopy from oversleeping."

"What’s up with that? You never oversleep," the Slayer is studying her closely then gets distracted by the black leather duster she’s wearing. "Ooh, lemme try it on!"

"Huh? No, he’s only letting me wear itot; ot; she holds her books protectively to her chest as an added barrier between her friend and the coat.

"Seriously, how did that happen?" Buffy gives up and they begin walking toward class. "I mean, last night you had your own coat and today you’ve got Spike’s."

"I kinda lost mine and he let me wear his ‘cause it’s cold," she blushes at the memory of wear and how her coat was ‘lost.’

"Uh-huh, I’m not buying that. We’re talking about Spike. Bleached blonde undead wanna be supervillian with a nice obedience chip in his head. Not exactly notorious for his chivalry."

"He’s really not that bad and he did give me his coat to wear today," she defends, snuggling deeper into the leather and inhaling the traces scents of cigarette smoke and Spike’s cologne.

"Oh my God," she freezes like a deer caught in oncoming headlights at the Slayer’s quiet exclamation. "You’ve got a crush on Spike."

"No, I don’t," Willow denies automatically, the statement ringing false even to her own ears.

"Yes, you do! You’re wearing that duster like a varsity letter jacket and totally blushing, I can’t believe I didn’t see it sooner. You’ve got the hots for him," her friend declares teasingly before she realizes what she’s saying. "You’ve got the hots the Spike?!"

"So what if I do?" she stiffens her spine and meets the other girl’s disbelieving gaze. "You gotta admit he’s sexy."

"Well, yeah, with those cheekbones and the accent and the whole being a slaughterer of two Slayers as well as of half of Europe over the past century with his looney tunes girlfriend Drusilla," Buffy adds the last sarcastically.

"Don’t forget his eyes. His eyes are gorgeous," she says half jokingly, getting an impatient look from the blonde. "Ok, so I hava tha thing for Spike. Big whoop."

"Big whoop? You have a ‘thing’ for Spike and all you can say is big whoop? Have you completely lost your mind?"

"That seems to be the general consensus," she replies with a smile at her friend’s expression. "I feel really good, though. Except for the fact that I’m gonna be way late for class now." And that I'm walking all bow legged on shaky limbs because of the vampire who's made me all crazy, she adds mentally.

With that she moves around the gaping blonde and rushes the last few steps into her psych class, rather proud of herself at the way she handled that.