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NA GRACH CROI


Chapter 12: ‘Diamair an Siurs’ (Secret of Sisters)


A/N: We’re going to detour, just a tad, from the regular Spike and Buffy POV in this chapter. I need to reveal a conversation, right away, between Riley and Parker. It’s important to the plot. Then we’ll go right back to our Spuffy POV’s. Thanks, Luv, Spuf


“Pity,” Parker Abrams chuckled to his good friend Riley Finn-Rayne, “about dear Elizabeth, or Lizzy as she was known better by, in London that is. I’d hoped when I first spied her, that she had perhaps struck out on her own, up here in Balleycastle. Set up her own ‘special’ brothel and all. Wish she had, but I guess not,” the man sighed wistfully.

“You cannot be serious,” Riley gasped in disbelif, “you still don’t believe that Buffy O’Hara is this Elizabeth person? She’s married to one of the most loved, although who the hell knows why, and respected farmers for miles around here.”

“I don’t give a rat’s arse who the hell Lizzy Summers is married to now,” Parker hissed back at his best friend. “I’d know that sweet little piece of skirt anywhere and I tell you, that’s Elizabeth/Lizzy Summers. I should know,” Parker winked at Riley, wickedly, “I paid enough money to fuck her as much as I could.”

Riley just stood there, in shock and watched the O’Hara family, that fuck Spike and his crippled brother, included, leave the Mercantile. Suddenly, a cruel smirk appeared on Riley’s moderately handsome face.

“I wonder if he knows?” Riley asked himself, outloud. Before Parker could respond, Riley answered his own quesiton, “nah, of course old Spike has no clue to his delectable little wife’s past. He’s too fucking proud, too full of himself and his family to ever knowingly marry a woman with that kind of past.”

“Do me a favor, friend,” Riley shot Parker an evil smile, “don’t mention this little fact to anyone. I mean anyone, anywhere. Let’s just keep this between the two of us, for a while that is. This just might work out to my Dad and my advantage, this interesting news about William O’Hara’s pretty little bride.”

Parker nodded his acceptance of the request, but sighed, heavily again in disappointment. “Really a damn shame, though,” Parker repeated, “Lizzy is well worth a month’s inheritance. I should know, Riley. I spent half a year of my Father’s allowance to me, just fucking her senseless. She does this thing, while you’re inside of her, with…..”

Riley leaned into his friend, closer, so Parker could privately tell him of the magical ‘powers’ of Lizzy, no, Buffy O’Hara. “No shit, man,” Riley laughed heartily, suddenly quite ‘interested’ in testing out Buffy’s skills himself.

Parker chuckled along with his friend, even while he slapped him, all manly like on his large back. Riley grinned at Parker and winked at him, quite wickedly.

“Maybe, after I’ve lowered the boom on old Spike,” Riley chortled wickedly, “after we’ve ripped his perfect little marriage apart, and his wonderful life? Maybe we can convince our Buffy to return to her former ‘life’. For our sakes, eh?”

The two men burst out into laughter and strolled off down the main street of Balleycastle. “I hope the hell so. I’ll be sweet Lizzy’s first customer, I assure you,” Parker added, loudly, his deep voice echoing through the street.





Buffy had sat, frozen in her seat, on the front of the buckboard, all the way back to the farm. She could feel her sister-in-law’s blue eyes, boring into her from the back seat.

William rambled on about something, Buffy hadn’t really been listening, so she had no idea what her husband was on about. He did seem to be quite happy about whatever it was, though.

When they got home, Buffy hurried into her and William’s house and even faster into their bedroom. She shut the door behind her and lay on the big bed her and William shared.

‘I cannot believe this!’ she mumbled, her tone was fearful, even to herself. ‘What the heck is Parker Abrams doing up here, in Northern Ireland?’

A soft tap on the door snapped Buffy out of her fearful thoughts. “Who is it?” she stammered, more then sure of the identity of the visitor.

“It’s me, Buffy,” came Tara’s soft, soothing voice. “May I come it? William is worried about you and….”

“Yes,” Buffy hissed out, trying not to sound too frightened or worried.

Tara opened the door and shuffled into her brother and his brides spacious room. She avoided looking at Buffy, instead choosing to peer out of the garden window, even as she sat on the little chair by the bed.

Finally, after what seemed like hours, Tara spoke. “You knew him, didn’t you, Buffy?” she asked softly. If Tara was judging Buffy in any way, she certainly did not show it. She just gazed at Buffy, almost studying her, looking for the truth in her sister’s green eyes.

“Yes,” Buffy whispered, barely hearing her own answer. “I ‘did’ know him, like he said.” Buffy turned her face away from Tara and stared at the nearest wall, her body began to shake, visibly.

“I see,” Tara murmered, her voice hushed and serious. “This Anya person, your ‘friend’ that this man mentioned. Is she the kind of friend I assume she is?”

Buffy turned to face Tara again, her green eyes were filled with hot tears, ‘yes’ she nodded at her husband’s sister. “She was my ‘mentor’ I guess you’d say,” Buffy answered truthfully. “My friend, yes, secondly, but my mentor first, or patroness, I suppose you could call Maam that. The truth is,” Buffy choked out, carefully, “Anya Jenkins runs the best, most high classed brothel in the civilized world. And me? I was her top whore, for four years, that is.”

Tara didn’t respond, right away, she just sat in the little chair, her hands folded in her lap, chewing on her bottom lip. “Oh,” Tara finally mumbled softly.

Suddenly, Tara stood up from the chair, instead sitting on the bed, right next to Buffy. She took her brother’s beloved wife’s tiny hand in hers and held it tightly.

“When you met William, in Belfast,” Tara stammered, “were you leaving here, like you said. To go home to America?” Buffy nodded ‘yes’ that she was.

“I wanted a new start,” she whispered to Tara, honestly, “I thought about heading out to California. It’s on the West Coast of the Country, and it’s beautiful. Full of promise, but I met Will and….”

Tara squeezed Buffy’s hand in hers and thought for a moment. “So, William, my brother, you just met him and fell in love? Like he did with you?”

“Yes,” Buffy answered simply.

“All right, then,” Tara sighed, “then I think it’s best for us, you and me to keep this thing, this past of yours between us. I do believe you convinced that horrible man in Balleycastle, that you are are not Elizabeth Summers, at least, not any more. And Buffy,” Tara gazed at the crying woman, tenderly, “I do believe you love my brother, William. You’ve brought such happiness to him, I could never threaten that with this information. Do you understand dear?”

Buffy looked at Tara, stunned. “You’re not going to tell Will?” she asked in surprise. “None of it?”

Tara shook her blond head, firmly, “no, none of it. Your past is your past, Buffy. It’s your business and concern, besides, like I said before, I cannot threaten the happiness of my darling big brother. I couldn’t, and wouldn’t.”

“I’ve lived a sheltered life, Buffy,” Tara admitted with a slight smile, taking in Buffy’s open, mouth and look of surprise. “However,” Will’s sister continued, “I’m not so sheltered to be naïve about some things in the world. I’ve a feeling, my sweet sister, that you were probably thrust into this fast life you’ve lived. Not by choice, perhaps, but by neccessity. Who am I to judge you?”

Buffy began to weep, softly and brought Tara’s hand to her own cheek. “Thank you,” she whispered, “for your silence.”

“Thank you,” Tara responded warmly. “Like I said, I’m not so naïve to the world, really. I know that a fine woman such as yourself has certain ‘intuitive’ ways about you. For instance,” Tara sighed, “I’m fully aware that you, yourself, are aware of Willow Cohan and my feelings for each other. Yet,” Tara smiled at Buffy, “you never once called me out on it. Said a thing to anyone or asked questions.”

“Not my business,” Buffy blushed and looked away from Tara.

“And your past, Buffy, is none of mine,” Tara nodded in response. “All I care about is my brothers, my family and of course, my Willow. You make my brother happy, that is all that is important to me.”

“Now,” Tara stood up and straightened her simple dress, “why don’t you rest a while. I’ll tell William that you are weary from the trip to Balleycastle and need some sleep. It is not a lie, I’m sure.”

She smiled at Buffy and quietly left the room.

Buffy lay, looking up the ceiling, her mind was working overtime. ‘It ‘will’ be okay,’ she assured herself, yet again. ‘It has to be, I love Will so much.’


“Sweet?” Spike looked in on his wife, who appeared to be asleep in their bed. He was concerned for his Buffy, she seemed so pale, so ill at ease. Especially after their trip to Balleycastle that day.

“Tara’s made up some supper for you, luv,” Spike offered to Buffy. “I’ll bring it in here, to you, if you want?”

Buffy turned to face her husband and immediately felt a tug at her heart. In fact, her heart seemed to skip at least two beats and jump up into her throat.

“I’m not hungry, Will,” Buffy whispered. “But I’d love it if you joined me, for a while anyway.”

Spike hurried into the bedroom, closing the door behind him and stripping off his clothes as fast as possible. He was happy to know that his beloved wife wanted him, in that way, which she obviously did.

When he’d stripped down to nakedness, Spike lay next to Buffy, who had divested of her clothing some time earlier. She reached out and took him in her slim arms, eagerly he noted.

“I love you William,” Buffy murmered into his ear as she stroked his naked bum, lovingly. “I’m so very happy with you, here on our farm. Thank you, for saving me that is.” She began to weep, softly, trying not to let her emotions overwhelm either of them.

“My baby,” Spike murmered into Buffy’s little ear, “my sweet, sweet, love. ‘You’ saved me, not the other way around.”

Buffy pulled William even closer to her warm body, making sure he understood her wants and needs. She ran her fingers down his strong chest, his hip bones, over his hard manhood.

“I want you,” Spike whispered, his voice husky with desire, “need you.” He positioned himself between Buffy’s silky thighs, but felt her stop him.

“This way,” Buffy hissed, her own desire was overcoming her. “This way, please Will.” She turned on her tummy, raising her hips up for him. “The old way,” she ordered firmly, “and hard, please, Will, make love to me, hard.”

Spike thrust into his wife, eagerly, pumping into her beautiful cunny with all of his strength. “Don’t want to hurt you, sweet,” he gasped as he pounded into her, overwhelmed by his Buffy’s responsiveness.

“You won’t,” she moaned in response. “I love it when you do this, love how you make love to me, Will. Please, please never stop loving me. Never.”

“Never’ll stop, baby,” he assured her. “Love you too much, too strong. I’ll be making love to you til the day I die, my love.”


A/N: Just wanted to have a sweet, Spuffy moment before the sh** hits the proverbial fan.

Thanks for reading, please review. Luv, Spuf





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