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Chapter 6 – Non-Negotiable


“So you remember me?” Buffy asked after a few moments of comfortable silence.

“Everything,” he whispered, his lips trailing over her shoulder and along her neck, eliciting a gasp from her as he lightly bit down on her pulse point. “The look on your face…the sounds you made…you’re amazing.”

Feeling a blush rise to her cheeks, she smiled before snuggling closer to him.

“I wasn’t that forgettable, then?”

“No,” he said seriously, looking into her eyes as he spoke before a smile played on his lips. “I just have the worst sodding memory in the world.”

Buffy giggled, feeling his lips practically attack her neck.

“Can I see you tonight?” he asked a moment later, pinning her body with his as he looked down at her.

“I have to work,” she replied with a slight pout .

“I’ll pick you up after work, then.”

A brilliant smile lit up her face as she nodded. “Okay.”

* * * * *


Surprisingly, Buffy’s weasel of a boss gave her the night off. Even though Spike had arranged to pick her up from the club, she decided to surprise him and was currently standing outside of his apartment, hoping he would be happy to see her.

“Buffy?” he said, his eyes widening when he saw that it was her. “What are
you doing here, luv?”

“Got the night off…thought maybe we could spend it together…is that okay?”

“Oh…um…yeah, that’s fine.”

“Something wrong?” Buffy asked, noticing that he had an almost dreamy look
on his face and his eyes weren’t really focusing on her.

“No. The band’s over here right now, but they won’t mind if you stopped
by.”

“Oh, well, I can come back later,” Buffy said, already turning toward the
elevator.

“No, come in,” Spike said with such intensity that Buffy turned around
again. She smiled when he held the door open for her, swatting her on the
butt as she walked through. Buffy jumped but giggled at the teasing
action.

She relaxed when she felt his arm wrap around her waist, leading her into the huge living room of the apartment. Black leather furniture and glass-top tables filled the room. A big-screen TV took up an entire wall, and Buffy was surprised to see not only the band members, but a few girls as well.

“Did I come at a bad time?” she asked, turning to look at Spike with a slightly accusing glare.

Realizing what she was implying, he shook his head. “No, this is Cordelia
Chase, Angel’s girlfriend,” he said, gesturing to the attractive brunette
who smiled and nodded at Buffy. “And this is Anya Jenkins- she’s Xander’s
girlfriend.”

“Nice to meet you,” Buffy said with a shy smile, greeting each member
of the band as Spike introduced them.

“So you’re here with Spike?” Anya asked, settling herself on Xander’s lap
and grabbing a glass of wine.

Exchanging a look with Spike, Buffy nodded, suddenly feeling insecure with
the situation of dating a rock star.

“Good,” Anya said with a bright smile. “Because if you were a groupie, I’d
be forced to kick your ass. No one gets near Xander’s penis but me, right,
baby?” she asked, glaring at her boyfriend as if she was warning him.

“Right, honey,” Xander said with a smile, obviously used to his girlfriend’s
bluntness.

Spike gently took a flustered Buffy by the elbow, pulling her toward a
hallway. “If you lot will excuse us, we’ll be back in a few,” he said with a
smirk, pulling Buffy toward the door at the end of the hall.

“Nice place,” she murmured, looking at the rest of the huge apartment as
they walked.

Nudging her through the doorway, Spike practically slammed the door and
lunged at Buffy, trailing kisses along her exposed neck. “It’s even nicer
now that you’re in it,” he said with a growl, picking her up and spinning to
push her against the door.

Buffy gasped, wondering what brought on this more forceful Spike, but
eagerly adapted to it as she moved against him, relaxing when his lips
smashed down on hers.

Closing her eyes in contentment, her breathing escalated when she felt Spike
begin to walk toward the bed, throwing her onto the soft mattress.

“What got into you?” she asked with a timid smile as he crawled up her body,
slipping his hand beneath her shirt to rub the smooth skin of her stomach.

“Nothing much,” he murmured, leaving gentle kisses along her jaw, smiling
when she turned her head to give him better access.

Buffy frowned and her body tensed when she saw the hypodermic needle lying
on the nightstand. Everything seemed to snap into place and slam into her
at the same time. The dreamy expression on his face, the relaxed stance, and
she realized why his eyes looked so strange- his pupils were constricted to
the point that they were nearly pinpoints.

“What’s wrong, baby?” Spike asked, realizing somewhere in his foggy brain
that Buffy’s body had tensed.

Shoving him away, Buffy sat up and picked up the needle. “What’s this?”

“What’s it look like?” Spike asked with a smart-aleck smirk.

“It looks like I’m leaving,” Buffy replied, straightening her clothes as she
stood up, throwing the syringe back on the nightstand.

“Oh, come on, don’t be like this,” he said, catching her arm as she walked
toward the door.

“Don’t be like what, Will?” she asked, turning around to face him. “Don’t
be concerned about myself? Don’t be scared?”

“Scared?” Spike asked, his brow knit together in confusion. “Scared of
what?”

“I’ve heard enough horror stories to know that these things never end well.”

“Never say never,” he replied with a grin before rolling his eyes when Buffy
didn’t smile. "What did you expect?”

“I expected you to go against the grain and be your own person,” she said in
frustration. “I never thought you would be the kind of guy who has to do
something like this to feel accepted.”

“It’s not about acceptance, Buffy,” he said, standing up and lighting a
cigarette, sighing when he realized the high was wearing off as he tried to
focus on the conversation. “It’s about feeling good.”

“What is it, William?”

“What’s what?” Spike asked with a sigh, dropping down onto the bed and
looking at Buffy as she crossed her arms and walked toward him.

“What drugs are you on?”

“It’s nothing, baby,” he purred, pulling her close to him, wrapping his arms
around her waist. “It’s just some heroin.”

“You must be really high to be able to say it’s just heroin,” Buffy replied,
trying to disentangle herself from his grasp.

“Look, I don’t do it a lot,” Spike said, never loosening his hold on her as
he managed to maneuver her to sit on his lap. “I just needed to relax
tonight.”

“I would have thought you would be relaxed after the morning we had,” she
said, not wanting to look in his eyes and see how different they were with
the effects of the drug.

“You know you relax me,” he murmured, trying to get her back in the mood as
he brushed kisses along her jaw. “But the band was coming over and I needed
something to take the edge off.”

“Are they all high?” Buffy asked, looking at the closed door.

“The girls aren’t and Xander doesn’t use anything.”

“So that leaves Angel, Riley, and Gunn?”

“Angel doesn’t use it a lot of the time.”

Finally looking into his eyes, Buffy shuddered when she saw how unfocused he
was. Jerking away from him, she stood up, moving further out of the way.
“You won’t even remember this conversation,” she whispered, feeling an array
of different emotions. She hated to be put in this situation…she hated that
he was putting her in this situation, but shouldn’t she feel a sense of
relief that she found this out now and not six months from now? Where was
the reprieve? Why was there a sense of loneliness all of a sudden?

“I should go,” she murmured, walking toward the door, surprised when Spike
somehow managed to beat her there, blocking her exit from the room.

“No,” he said softly.

“Will, let me go,” she said through gritted teeth, feeling unnerved and
claustrophobic in the huge room.

“I don’t want to lose you, Buffy,” he whispered, the sincerity in his voice
surprising her.

Staying quiet for a long minute, she looked at the floor, biting her lower
lip. “I don’t want to lose you, either,” she said softly. “But I…I just
can’t be with you when you’re like this.”

“To be fair, luv, you never asked.”

“I’m sorry if I didn’t ask if my potential boyfriend is a drug addict, it’s
not exactly in my normal conversations. I didn’t expect you to be living
the cliché. Do you have a room full of women waiting to fuck your brains
out when I leave?” she asked, her voice rising in anger.

“Are you jealous?” he asked with a smirk that she desperately wanted to wipe
off his face.

“Jealous? Of the potential conquests of a man who I’ve only screwed once?
Don’t flatter yourself.”

“Twice,” he corrected. “And to answer your question- no, I don’t have any ‘potential conquests’ waiting for me. The only girl for me is you.”

“Was,” she replied. “Past tense.”

“Buffy-”

“This isn’t a negotiation, William,” she said, shoving him out of the way and
opening the door. “I’m not going to get closer to you, only to watch you
kill yourself,” she said, slamming it behind her.





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