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Geeks Can Be Hot	By : missmishka Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > Threesomes/Moresomes > Angel(us)/Spike(William)/Willow > Angel(us)/Spike(William)/Willow Views: 7178 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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After two hours of stall tactics that included dragging the Slayer along on a magic supplies shopping spree, it was finally sunset and Willow now had to think of one last distraction to keep Buffy from going up to their dorm room before Spike had a chance to get dressed and to safety. As they approach their dorms she frantically tries to think of a convenient �oh I left my something somewhere could you go get it for me pretty please� kind of excuse to get her friend elsewhere. Fortunately Riley approaches them and solves the problem for her before she has to make another attempt to keep Buffy from their room.

She does the third wheel thing for a few minutes, exchanging pleasantries with the operative, ignoring the heated glances between the couple,n exn excuses herself to leave the pair alone. They both look at her a bit strangely when she rather sharply declines Riley�s chivalrous offer to carry her things up to the room for her, but she doesn�t care. Knowing Buffy will flirt with her new beau for only a few minutes before coming upstairs to change for patrolling and possibly a date Willow rushes from the quad to her dorm room to get Spike out of there stat.

Slightly winded from her sprint, she enters the room and jerks to a stop when her gaze settles on a very rumpled and unmade but empty bed. Frowning, she moves forward to put her things down on her desk then ventures toward the closet, figuring he�d gone to hide there not knowing she was the one entering the room.

"Spike?" she asks while opening the door only to find the hiding place empty as well.

In the process of turning to search the room for him she shrieks in surprise when a now familiar pair of arms wraps tightly around her waist from behind before tumbling her back onto the bed.

"Spike," she squeals, twisting around in his arms to smack his shoulder for startling her like that. "Are you trying to scare me to death?"

"Nah, just wanted to hear you scream," he informs her with a wicked grin before rolling his nude body on top of her fully clothed one and bending down to lick her lips apart.

"Mmm," she slides her tongue out to flick briefly over his then reluctantly puts her hands to his shoulders and pushes him away. "You�re gonna hear me screaming �No, Buffy, put Mr. Pointy away� in about five minutes if you don�t get dressed right now."

"Bloody hell," he groans and gets to his feet. "Slayer�s coming?"

"She talking to Riley right now, but she�ll be up to change real soon and we can�t have you all naked when she gets here."

Without any further urging he scoops up the few discarded articles of clothing he�d worn last night. There was very little, basically just the pants he�d borrowed from Xander and his boots, so he had the items on within seconds. sat sat staring at his bare torso, mesmerized by the flex of his muscles as he dresses then moves to stand in front of her.

"Spike, we can�t," she whimpers when his hands begin pushing the leather duster off her body.

"Nice to know that�s where your mind�s at, luv, but I was only getting my coat," he smirks and tugs the garment away from her then shrugs his way into it. "Can�t have Blondie seeing me half naked here and someone," he leers in her direction, "shredded my shirt last night."

"I did not �shred� it," she points out with a faint smile as she gets to her feet and moves to run her hands over his chest beneath the concealing leather. "I just ripped it open so I could get to the good stuff."

"Good stuff, eh?" his scarred eyebrow quirks upward in amusement.

Nodding in response she leans forward to press her lips against his bare chest, moving her hands around to run over his back.

"�Nuff of that, pet," he groans removing her hands from his body and stepping away from her mouth�s reach. "Let�s get out of here before the Slayer barges in."

Nodding her agreement with that idea, she moves to her desk to rummage through her purchases for the munchies she�s taking over to Xan�s for their movie night.

"What�s all this?" Spike looks over her shoulder at the items she bought from the magic shop. "Planning a spell?"

"Already had it done," she grins and pulls a crystal out from under her turtleneck. "A nice and easy lil healing spell."

"A healing spell?" he gives her a heated look that sends a shiver of sexual awareness through her body. "Not feeling sore anymore?"

"Nope," she moves to give him a light peck on the lips. "Good as new."

"For the moment," he drawls against her mouth before kissing her breathless.

When he pulls away her eyes are a little hazy with desire and the bag of pretzels in her hand is in definite danger of bursting from the way she�s squeezing it. The self satisfied smirk curling his soft lips brings her out of brief daze and with a sigh she turns to shove her things into a single bag then grabs his arm and leaves the room. As they head downstairs he falls behind her and she blushes at the feel of his eyes on her butt as she walks.

"Stop that," she orders when they reach the bottom of the stairs and prepare to cross the lobby where she�d left Buffy with Riley.

"What?" he asks, complete innocence and ignorance in his tone.

"You�re leering at my butt again. Stop it," she turns to inform him sternly.

"Can�t help it, pet," he moves forward to run his hands over her denim covered ass.

"Pervert," she rolls her eyes at his leering response and smacks his hands away.

"Tell me," a gleam enters his eyes seconds before he pins her back against a wall and leans forward to whisper into her ear, "that you don�t like it and I�ll stop."

Rather than do that she turns her head to claim his lips, letting the bag in her hand fall to the floor in favor of sinking her fingers into his soft platinum hair. The fact that other dorm residents are milling about ceases to matter as he wraps his arms around her waist and deepens the kiss, his tongue stabbing into her mouth and tangling with hers until she moans. When he suddenly yanks his head back she whimpers and tries to pull him back without success.

"Slayer," he growls warningly, putting some distance between them.

"Wha - " she opens unfocused eyes to stare at him questioningly then spots Buffy rounding a corner and approaching the staircase. "Oh."

"What�s he doing here?" her friend asks with a glare at the vampire as soon as she spots them at the bottom of the stairs.

"Came for my coat," Spike answers when she can�t think of a good answer to that question. "Obviously," he gives his mortal enemy a �well, duh� kind of look that has the redhead coughing to cover a laugh.

"Looks like you�ve got it, so get lost," the Slayer snaps at him before turning her attention to Willow. "Where are you going?"

"Movie night at Xander�s," she replies, bending to pick up her dropped bag of munchies. "I�m snack girl."

"So you�re leaving with � him?" Buffy looks from her to Spike then back again.

"Don�t worry, Betty, I�ll make sure no beasty gets a taste of her," he informs the Slayer casually, leaning nonchalantly back against the wall.

She blushes as, over the Slayer�s shoulder, he gives her a leering look that seems to amend his statement to �I�ll make sure no beasty gets a taste of her except for me.�

"My name is Buffy not Betty," Willow bites back a giggle at the murderous glare in her friend�s gaze as it turns on the vampire. "And you�re the only �beasty� I�m worried about �getting a taste of her.�"

"I�m fully capable of making sure no �beasties� get a taste of me myself, thank you very much," she steps between the two bottle blondes before Spike can say whatever�s on the tip of his notoriously wicked tongue. "Come on, we�re gonna be late," she grabs his arm and pulls him away from the argument he clearly wants to get in with her friend. "See ya later," she calls over her shoulder to Buffy.

"We�re not actually going to the whelp�s are we?" he asks when they get outside and she begins in that direction.

"Not having many other options. Plus, it�s movie night."

"Movie night?" he pulls her to a stop. "I take it we�re not talkin� pornos."

"Ew, no," she accompanies her answer with a light smack to his leather covered shoulder. "Movie movies. Probably the Matrix or something all sci fi �cause Xander�s picking this time."

"Not exactly how I�m wanting to spend the evening, luv," he practically purrs as his hands move to her hips to pull her to him. "You�ve got muscles I plan on giving a good workout again before the night�s over," he slides a leg between hers and nips at her ear causing a few of those muscles to clench and quiver in anticipation.

"Oh," she moans then groans the utterance as his mouth moves along her jaw toward hers. "We can�t," she whimpers at their predicament.

"Getting bloody sick of hearing you say that, Red," he informs her with a glare.

"Well, we can�t," she frowns up at him. "Xander�s is the only place you�ve got to stay tonight and he�s gonna be there so there�s no way we can do anything."

"Ah, luv," he smiles cryptically and presses a quick kiss to her lips, "where there�s a will, there is always a way."

The gleam in his eyes tells her whatever he�s thinking can only lead to trouble, but when he moves back and takes her hand to resume their journey toward her friend�s basement all she can do is pout at the loss of his leg rubbing against her crotch.

~*~*~

Bold as brass Spike stalks right to Harris� closet and borrows another pathetic excuse for a shirt the second he and Red arrive at the wanker�s dank dwelling, not really caring what hideous design he�s selected as he doesn�t plan to be wearing it long.

"Hey," the brunette protests as soon as he notices the pilfering of his clothing, "what are you doing?"

"Putting on my shirt, you git," he replies as he sheds his duster and does just that. "What the bloody hell does it look like?"

"It looks like you�re putting on another one of my shirts. What happened to the other one?"

"Ask the wildcat," the vampire answers with a leer at his girl that has her blushing and stammering for a plausible lie about the previous garment�s fate.

"It � it � um," she bites her lip and sighs, "it got kinda shredded."

"I seem to recall you taking offense when I called it that," he teases, with a lascivious look. "I believe you told me that you �just ripped it open to get to the good stuff,�" he reminds her of their earlier conversation before leaving her dorm room.

"I really don�t want to know," Xander looks back and forth between them, obviously sensing something sexual in the exchange and pretending like he wanted nothing to do with it. "So, Will," the man focuses his attention on the redhead and changes the subject, "what are snacky goodness we gorging on tonight?"

The rumbling of his stomach at the words �snacky goodness� and �gorging� had Spike ignoring the duo for the time being and going to the mini fridge to retrieve some pig�s blood to feed on.

"Where�s the Weetabix?" he rummages around in search of some of the cereal.

"This isn�t Giles�. I don�t waste my money on crappy British foods for an impotent vamp," Harris informs him.

Before he can respond to the bugger�s remark, Willow smacks the man�s arm for his tone then fishes something from her bag of treats and approaches him with a smile.

"Surprise," she gives him the box of Weetabix and rather sheepishly pushes back a stray lock of hair. "I remember that you like it and I know Xan doesn�t, so I figured you�d want some."

"Careful now," he wraps an arm around her waist and pulls her close to whisper in her ear, "that�s just the kind of sweetness that could make a bloke fall for you."

"Really? So that �the way to a man�s heart is through his stomach� cliché is true?" she asks with a smile that lights up her whole face and makes her eyes shine.

"Most direct route starts a bit lower, luv," he informs her with a leer, taking her hand and guiding it to his semi-erect cock to illustrate his meaning.

"Really?" her eyes twinkle at that idea.

Her hand cups his length through the pants he�s wearing before squeezing it lightly and stroking it to full hardness. Ignoring the wanker watching them with an interest the vampire was well aware of, but remaining alert for any move the git might make, Spike groans and locks his mouth down on Willow�s.

She gives him one of those heady little moans of pleasure and increases the pressure of her hands movements on his groin when he thrusts his tongue past her moist lips to explore the hot cavern beyond. He feels her body shiver against his, senses the change in her blood flow as desire begins thrumming through her system and inhales to savor the rich musky scent of arousal pooling between her legs. Satisfied by her instantaneous response and with how quickly she forget once again that they weren�t alone, he slowly pulls away to get some much needed sustenance for the night he�s planning.

"Didn�t you two get that out of your systems last night?" Harris asks with only a fraction of the disgust in his tone that he was probably aiming for.

The platinum blonde watches with barely concealed amusement as the wanker�s words snap Red back to reality and causes a fiery blush to color her cheeks. A blush he was certain he�d have seen flushing her skin clear down to her chest if he yanked her shirt off again. Resisting the temptation to do that, he turns to concentrate on heating his blood, pouring it into a relatively clean mug and sprinkling in his cereal, ignoring for the most part the conversation taking place between the two friends behind him.

He mentally applauds the way his witch quickly diverts the other man�s attention from her newfound love life to the videos he�s rented for their �movie night� then rolls his eyes at the titles the wanker selected for viewing. Their chatter stops and he turns to watch them put the first tape into the VCR and settle on the couch to tear into the junk food she�d brought. Not wanting to make his move just yet he finishes off his own snack and grabs some more blood from the fridge, deciding he needs the extra nourishment after last night.

Just as the movie was starting to get interesting, he smiles wickedly and decides the time has come to stop being a spectator and begin his little game.

"What is this?" Spike stalks toward the television and plants himself firmly in front of the screen. "Sitting around watching the telly while there�s evil still a foot," he huffs out a sigh and reaches behind himself to turn the TV off.

"Hey!" Harris� deep brown eyes glare at him for the shutting the television off move and shifts on the couch to turn it back on with his remote.

"It�s movie night," Willow informs him calmly. "Sitting around watching the telly�s kinda tha whole point," she gives him one of those sweet inviting little smiles and pats the cushion next to her. "Come sit with us, we�re just getting to the good part. The - "

"This is very industrious of you," he interrupts her before she can begin explaining what�s happening in the film, ignores the offer and growls as they both proceed to ignore him. "I say," they proceed to ignore him and lean over to see around him and watch the movie, "we go out there and kick a little demon ass!" They give him a look, turn to each other and exchange looks, sigh then go back to ignoring him. "What," he scoffs and tries to block the screen more effectively, "you two think you can�t go without your Buffy, is that it? Too chicken, that it?" Brown eyes shift from the telly to glare at him as a pair of deep emerald green ones just roll indulgently at his taunts. "Fine, let�s go find her. She is the Chosen One after all, should be included in our outing I s�pose."

"There will be no outing. We�re staying in tonight," Willow informs him as she reaches for a bag of pretzels, takes a salty treat then extends the bag to offer him one. "It�s movie night."

"Oh come on!" he protests while idly taking one of the proffered snacks. "Vampires! Grr! Nasty blood sucking buggers - "

"Yeah, all your buddies," Xander interrupts and snatches the bag of pretzels from Willow.

"Exactly! Lots of nasties out there like me," he rubs his hands together eagerly and continues his routine. "Let�s go annihilate them! For justice and for � for the safety of puppies and � and life and � Christmas, right?"

"Jewish, here," Red reminds him with a smile in his direction before she takes back the pretzels from the whelp.

"Fine, for bloody Hanukkah, then," he glares at her and she again just rolls her eyes, accompanying it with an amused smile this time. "Let�s just go fight that evil! Let�s get up off our bums and kill something," he groans and comes very close to stomping his foot childishly. "Oh, come on, people, let�s do something!"

"We are doing something. We�re staying here, watching a movie and pigging out on junk food," she takes out a salty snack to munch on off offers the bag to him again. "Try it, it�s fun," once more she pats the cushions beside her for him to sit down.

"It�s not fair," he assumes a depressed air, slumping his shoulders forward and gazing at the floor. "I can hurt demons, do some bloody good around here and you gits are having a movie night. What kind of Scoobies are you?"

"You don�t want to ood,ood, you want to kill things," his girl points out with a knowing smile and he can�t help smiling back at how well she�s gotten to know him. "And everyone deserves a night off now and again. We did just save the world last night."

"So you save a single day then take a vacation?" he becomes genuinely interested in this topic as he gets into it. "What kind of superheroes are you?"

"The mortal kind," Harris answers.

"Buffy�s the �superhero,� we�re just backup," Willow chimes in.

"Slayer groupies. You�re Slayer groupies," he scoffs and gets pelted with popcorn and pretzels by said groupies for it. "I�m pathetic," he whines, deflecting the projectiles and moving to flop down on the sofa next to Red.

"This speech again?" Xander scoffs on his right. "Do you want staked or beheaded �cause I�m willing to dust ya either way."

"Xander," his redhead throws a handful of pretzels at the brunette with a fierce frown, "don�t joke about that."

"Who�s joking? If he�s gonna do the bitch and moan thing again tonight I�ll end his �pathetic� existence so he can go tell it to Satan or who or whatever�s in charge of Hell these days."

That comment gets the whelp a smack in the arm from his Amazon, delivered by her leaning her tempting little body across his to reach the boy, and Spike smiles happily at the by-play.

"You know, luv," he drapes an arm around her shoulder as she straightens from delivering the blow and leans over to whisper in her ear, "I think I need another demonstration of that thing unlife still has to offer me."

"What thing?" she looks at him with a faint frown of confusion marring her brow.

He gazes deep into her emerald eyes, letting desire darken his irises to a navy blue and answers softly, "Sex," before pressing his lips against hers.
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