The Public Eye

Sequel to Too Much

Author: Kat, a.k.a. KallieRose

E-mail: KallieRose@earthlink.net

Rating:  NC-17 for sex

Distribution:  You're welcome to it, just let me know you're taking it

Disclaimer: All the goodness is of Joss and all the badness is from me  :-)

Summary: Sequel to Too Much.  More Willow/Spike smuttiness.  An afternoon at the Magic Box.

Feedback, pretty please  :-)

A/N:  A big thanks to Knightie for her wonderful help in beta-ing, and also to Femail, whose idea was the inspiration for this story.

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Willow hesitated outside the door of the Magic Box for a moment, gathering her energies, and her courage, before sneaking quietly in the door.  She looked quickly around the store for any sign of Spike, but was relieved to see only Xander and Anya, standing on opposite sides of the counter.

"Hey Wills," her friend called to her, before bending his head back down to listen to Anya explain, once again, why the store did not give away free samples.

"Hey Xan, Ahn," she answered happily.  The redhead approached the counter, giving Xander a big bear hug.  "And how is my favorite shopkeeper today?" she asked Anya in a voice filled with false cheer.

"Whatever you need, Willow, you'll have to pay full price for," Anya said sharply, easily interpreting Willow's fake cheer for what it really was: an attempt to butter up the shopkeeper in hopes of a discount.

"What makes you think I came here because I wanted something?" Willow asked innocently, winking at Xander.  Truth be told, she was running low on Helsa weed, but that wasn't the *only* reason she was there.  She'd also been missing Xander quite a bit of late, and had hoped that he would be there today so they could catch up.

"Oh," the flustered ex-demon said, feeling rather silly that she'd been so sharp a moment ago.  "I-I just assumed that, this being a store, and you being here, that you would like to purchase something."  She bent down, as if imparting a great wisdom, and whispered:  "It's called commerce."

Willow wanted to laugh at the other woman's seriousness, but she managed to limit herself to a small smile.  "Well, now that I'm here, I might as well get some Helsa weed--"

"AH HAH!" Anya cried, her suspicions vindicated.  "I knew it!"

"Don't worry, my little capitalist sweetie," Xander teased his girlfriend, "I'm sure Willow fully intends to pay full price for whatever she buys."

"Oh, of course!" Willow agreed readily.  "I'll just go back into the storeroom there and pull some things together.  I'll be back in a minute and you can ring me up.  And charge me full price, of course!" she said, opening her purse to show Anya her credit card.  "See, I came prepared."
 
 
 
 

Willow made her way into the huge storeroom, going from one shelf to the next as she pulled several items and put them in a pile.  The more items she saw in the storeroom, the more things she wanted to buy, so it was a good thing that her parents had increased the limit on her credit card.  'They may not be loving, but at least they're rich,' she thought sadly.

Bending slightly to examine what appeared to be a monkey skull, Willow was wrenched from her examinations by the feel of strong, cool arms snaking around her waist, pulling her back against a hard cold chest.  She let out a startled yelp, her head whipping around to catch a glimpse of shocking yellow hair and crystal blue eyes.

"Spike!"

She tried to turn and free herself from the arms clutching her, but his hold was unrelenting, and although she managed to turn to face him, he merely pulled her even closer, grinding all the best parts of his body into hers.  They stood there, hip to hip, chest to chest, their lips so close that she could feel the air move when he spoke.

"Miss me pet?" he growled, moving his lips against hers to speak the low, soft words.

Miss him?  She'd been trying like hell to avoid him for the last four days.  Ever since he'd--he'd BIT her, the bastard.

"Hell no I haven't missed you," she hissed in a low, angry voice.  "Now let go of me, or so help me, I'll call Xander in here!" With that, she twisted in his arms, attempting again to gain her release.

Her response was everything he had hoped for, Spike acknowledged.  She was quite the spitfire.  Her eyes flashed fire, her body was tense and angry.  And yet, despite all of that, he could still smell her arousal scenting the air like a subtle perfume.

"Go ahead," he taunted her, keeping his voice low, "Call in Xapper and demon girl.  What do you think their response would be if they knew what we were up to?"  He moved his mouth lower, nuzzling her shirt out of the way as he lightly tickled his bite mark with soft lips.  "What would they think if they knew the things I'd done to you?  The things you let me do to you?" he murmured into her neck.

Willow shuddered with suppressed desire as she listened to the things he said.  And in spite of everything, she still wanted him.  Needed him with an intensity that surprised and frightened her.  When he started to gently lave the bite marks with his tongue, things happened deep inside her body that she couldn't control.  Her knees suddenly felt like spaghetti, and if he hadn't been there holding her, she would have slowly slid down to the floor.  The hands that were supposed to be pushing him away instead came to rest on his hard chest, floating slowly over the fabric of his t-shirt.

She sighed as his lips left her body, his head coming back up to look into her eyes.  The pure lust that he saw reflected there assured him that she was as ready for this as he was, and he placed his hands on her shoulders, turning her unresisting body around so that he now faced her back.  Slowly he moved against her, rubbing his growing erection against the soft cheeks of her ass.

"No!" Willow whispered, slightly alarmed.  She turned her head back to look at him.  "Not here!"

"Yes," he teased, "Yes here," He ran his hands up and down her bare arms, leaving trails of cold fire in his wake.

"But, you don't understand.  Anya and Xander are right outside.  They could hear something and--"

"Then you'd better be quiet as a little mouse, hadn't you?" he whispered, his lips pressing against her ear.  She jumped when he bit her there, then continued to nibble his way down the long column of her neck.

"I--I," she said, and then all coherent thought was chased from her mind as she felt cold hands flipping her skirt up, then pulling her underwear down around her knees.  She felt a hand on her back, the pressure telling her to bend over slightly, and then she heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper being drawn down.  The sound felt so loud, surrounding her and echoing off the walls; Willow wondered why nobody else in the shop had heard it.

The head of his cock traveled the length of her slit, gaining lubrication and driving her out of her mind with desire.  Without any preliminaries he slammed into her, pulling her back towards him as he pushed forward.  A hand over her mouth caught the moan that threatened to break free, and Willow thanked the heavens for that.  The thought of Xander and Anya seeing her like this scared her to death.  She had always been the quiet one, the sensible one.  The one who was in control.  But when she was with Spike, she was another person.  Someone who reveled in being controlled, being used.  The thought that Spike had been able to see that in her was frightening.  It was something that she hoped nobody else would ever know.

Spike held himself deep within her, reveling in the feeling of her warm flesh pressed against his.  He could hear her heart racing, the blood rushing enticingly beneath the skin.  Pulling back out, he waited a moment and then plunged back in again, setting up a steady rhythm of quick thrusts in, coupled with slow, teasing withdrawals.

Willow felt her body begin to tingle with anticipation of the pleasure that only Spike seemed to be able to stir within her.  Each thrust made her ache to call out, to give voice to her pleasure, but that would surely bring disaster.  If she listened carefully, she could hear the low murmur of voices in the other room, and knew that the slightest noise would have them seeking her out.  She thought of how they would find her, in the arms of a demon, her body clinging shamelessly to his cock as she reveled in the pure sensations he brought forth in her, and she felt both ashamed and aroused.

As if he could read her mind, Spike began whispering her own thoughts into her ear.  "What do you think would happen if I called them in right now?" he asked, his hands reaching again to encircle her waist, pulling her tight against him.  "Do you think they would understand?"

"No," she whispered, pulling her hips away and then ramming back onto his cock.  She wanted this over quickly.  No one could know about this.

"I'm just your dirty little secret, aren't I?" he asked silkily as he began thrusting again.  "It's okay, you're my dirty little secret as well."

She had never thought about it like that.  That he might be embarrassed by the fact that he was with a human.  But it made sense, in an odd sort of way.

"I seem to be drawn to you," Spike continued, as his body slammed into hers again and again.  His thrusts were fast and punishing now, as if he were in as much of a hurry to have this finished as she was.  "Quite a surprise, really.  Never imagined I would want a human; be able to use a human like this."

He said the word 'human' as if it were tainted or distasteful; a thing to be avoided.  With a sudden flash of insight, Willow realized that at least on some level he hated himself for wanting her, just as she hated herself for needing what he could provide.  That surprised her, but at the same time it made so much sense.  She wondered why she had never seen it before.  Perhaps she hadn't wanted to.

"We're quite the pair, we are," Spike whispered, his voice low and sexy.  "You enjoy the pain, I like to cause it.  Somehow I don't think your little friends would understand just how right that makes us for each other, do you?"

Willow shook her head wildly, acknowledging the truth of his words.  A cool hand snaked under her shirt, pushing her bra up and ghosting over her breast.  His thumb settled on the nipple, teasing the firm bud.  She wanted to cry out at the pleasure, but bit her lip to stifle the instinct.  His fingers began to caress her breast, teasing and feather-light touches distracting her even further.  Suddenly the fingers grabbed the nipple and twisted it sharply, and Willow felt her orgasm hit hard.

Waves of sensation, both pain and pleasure, mixed together as she came, and her mouth opened and she shrieked.  She caught it almost immediately, clamping her lips shut as quickly as she could, but the sudden silence in the other room indicated that Xander and Anya had heard her.  Her heart sank.

"Everything okay in there, Will?" she heard Xander call, worry obvious in his voice.  Don't come over; don't come over, she begged silently.

She felt Spike speed up his thrusts, and realized with relief that his climax was finally beginning.  Willow relaxed slightly as the cold sperm shot deep inside her.  Somehow she managed to squeak out the words, "Spider, big, scared me," as she tried to catch her breath, her body still tingling from her own orgasm.

"Was it hairy?  With a white spot on its belly?" she heard Anya ask, the level of sound indicating that she and Xander were still by the cash register.

"It was a bleedin' spider," Spike yelled, "It was moving at close to the speed of light.  We didn't ask it to roll over onto its belly so we could check out the markings," he added the words "Stupid bint," under his breath, smiling when Willow giggled softly.

"Spike?  What are you doing in there?" Anya yelled.

"I'm doin' the damned inventory, like you hired me to," he yelled back.  He pulled his spent cock out, tucked it carefully into his pants, and watched with amusement lighting his eyes as the redhead tried to quickly fix her clothes into a semblance of respectability.  He had been careful not to rip anything, so mostly it was a matter of putting things back where they belonged.

"Oh, yeah.  I forgot," Anya muttered.  "Make sure Willow doesn't try to take anything," she added, just in case.

"I've had my eye on her the entire time," he assured her, giving the girl next to him a wink.

Willow moved to gather up her supplies, eager to leave the storeroom and indeed the Magic Box itself. She was hoping that distance from Spike would bring clarity to her thoughts and normality to her life again.

Well, she could always hope.

The End

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