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Willow glanced up from the register as the bell chimed. She smiled softly as she watched Spike enter the shop. He glanced around, his eyes wandering over everything. She waited until they settled on her before speaking, "Hey."

"Red" Spike nodded. "The slayer asked me to come by and walk you home."

Willow frowned, "Why? I'm an adult. I think I can make it a few blocks unsupervised."

"Pet, I have never claimed to understand that twit's mind. She feeds me. So, right now, she says and I do. When do you close this place?"

"About ten minutes" Willow said, glancing at the clock.

She had taken a part time job at the magic shoppe evenings. She only worked a couple days a week and it paid for her supplies. A pretty nice arrangement for her. Of course, she did have to deal with paranoid Buffy who was worried that someone would come after her anytime.

"I'll wait" Spike said, sitting on the stool.

He put his chin in his hands as he stared at her, his gaze unwavering. She shifted uncomfortably.

"What?" she finally asked.

"You changed your shampoo" he said quietly.

"How did...."

"Other one was flowers. This is more fruity...."

"You smell my shampoo?" she asked. She had a hard time trying to follow him on a good day. Lately, it had become almost impossible.

"What needs done before you can leave?" he asked, standing and ignoring her question.

She let her eyes linger on his jeans clad form before mentally shaking herself. "Uh, I have to straighten the store."

"I'll do that while you count" he said.

She felt a familiar rush of desire as he bent over and began to tidy the shelves. She let her eyes move back to her cash drawer. It was not the time to fall into another Spike oriented fantasy. She already had way too many as it was. For the last five months, she had wanted him. She sometimes got the same feeling from him but then he'd do something that made her doubt it. She glanced up and saw him slip something into his pocket.

She felt her mouth drop open. The gall. He had just stolen in front of her. A wicked smile crossed her lips. Could she do it? What harm would it do? She'd just feel stupid if she had read him wrong. She moved to close the store. She turned off the open sign and locked the door. She was thankful for the darkly tinted windows. Turning, she smiled slowly.

"Spike..."

"What luv?" he asked, glancing up finally. He felt himself freeze by the look of desire in her eyes.

"You took something...."

"Did not" he denied.

"Oh really? Prove it."

"What?" he asked, a frown crossing his handsome face.

"Strip." Willow said, savoring the word.

"Strip?" he repeated slowly, a wicked gleam entering his blue eyes.

"I want to see flesh" Willow said, crossing her arms and leaning against the counter. "Or do I have to call Buffy?"

"You sure you want to start this, Red? I don't stop half way through......"

"Promises promises.....Strip."

Spike kept his eyes on her, lust flaring. He unbuttoned his shirt slowly, smelling her desire. He had wanted the little witch for what seemed an eternity. It appeared he was finally going to have her. He watched her eyes darken as he finished with the buttons. She licked her lips, her pink tongue causing his cock to harden.

"More" she said softly.

He growled at the huskiness in her voice. He kept his pace slow, knowing he was driving her crazy. He kicked off one boot and then the other. He unfastened the jeans and let them fall. Her eyes widened and he heard her gasp as his cock thrust out.

"I saw you put something in your pocket..." she said softly, her body burning up with lust.

"Must have been imagining things pet" he said.

"Sorry" she said, turning red. He was just standing there. He had made no movement towards her. She had been wrong. He didn't want her.

She turned back to the counter. "I'll finish this and then we can..."

She was spun around, her words caught by his demanding kiss. She moaned he pressed against her. This was what she had been waiting for. She needed him. She felt him lift her and place her on the counter. She distantly heard a crash and knew that she had knocked a display onto the floor. She didn't care. She had to have him.

Spike moved his hands underneath her skirt, feeling her wet panties under his fingers. He found the waistband and ripped. This was not the time for gentle playfullness. It had been too long a wait. He had to be inside her.

Willow felt his mouth down her throat as his fingers entered her, testing. She arched up, aching for more. He understood and soon she felt the head of his large cock against her. She cried out as he sunk into her. She had never felt anything more arousing than him inside her. She began to thrust against him.

Spike had lost all control. He sunk into her deep and fast. He ran his thumb over her clit as his mouth rained kisses along her face and throat. He felt her tighten around him and heard her call out as she came. He moved faster, feeling his own orgasm coming. Soon, he grunted as his seed spilled into her.

He looked at her and saw her smile, her face soaked with sweat. He kissed her softly, his eyes watching her. "You close very often?"

"Three times a week" she said, trying to catch her breath.

"You do this to all shoplifters?" he asked playfully.

"Just the gorgeous undead ones" she replied, smirking.

"You think I'm gorgeous?" he said, a knowing grin on his face.

She rolled her eyes, "I can't move."

"I'll get up...but you have to come with me. I still owe you..."

"For what?" she asked, trying to fasten her shirt.

"Thinking I was a thief...don't worry, pet. I'll be gentle" he said, smiling slyly.

She laughed as she leaned over and began to clean up the mess they had made.

"Remind me to tell the slayer that I'll pick you up each night you close" Spike said, helping her clean.

"You will?"

He nodded, "Got to keep the place free of shoplifters, now don't I?"

She laughed as he leaned over and kissed her. She knew he was wrong. He had stolen something that night...her heart.


THE END