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NA GRACH CROI


Chapter 21: ‘Daonnan a Nios Sorruidh’ (Always and Forever)


A/N: Buffy and Spike enjoy ‘make-up time’ together! The old Irish/Gaelic terms and words are translated ‘loosely’ into English in the parenthesis. Thanks for reading, please review. Luv, Spuf



“I think it’s a boy,” Buffy whispered, cradling her husband’s fair head in her arms. “Our baby, I think it’s a little boy, truly.”

“Doesn’t matter,” Spike whispered in response, “just want the babe to be healthy. And look like it’s Mum.” He grinned at her, so happy to be in her slim arms once more.

“Oh, Will,” Buffy began to weep, softly, her warm tears spilled down her flushed cheeks. “You came here for me. Came to fetch me home and…..”

“Of course I did, baby,” Spike nuzzled her cheek with his. “I love you and I cannot live without my ‘anamchara’ now can I?” He ran his fingers, gently down her damp, tender cheek.

“Soulmate,” Buffy murmered softly, her tears flowed freely down her face. “I know that word. Anamchara means soulmate. And we are, you and me, Will,” she blushed warmly, “we are soulmates, aren’t we?”

“Yes,” he replied lovingly, “we are soulmates and always will be, my Buffy. My Princess, my Goddess.”

Spike finally rose from his knees and gently picked his tiny wife up in his arms. He carried her over to the bed and lay her down, tenderly in the soft blankets. Without waiting, Spike stripped off his clothes and crawled up on the bed, next to his wife.

“I’ve missed you,” he purred, “though it’s only been days, I’ve missed you like it’s been years, my sweet.”

“Me too,” Buffy whispered, softly, her green eyes half closed as her husband ran his slim, long fingers down her bare arms.

“Can I make love to you, Buffy?” Spike asked, softly, afraid that it might be too soon, after the horrors of the days before.

“Please, Will,” Buffy sighed, longingly, “please do make love to me. Now,” she near ordered with a saucy little giggle.

Spike quickly divested Buffy of her dress and underthings, unable to go slowly at this time. He found it difficult, since their marriage, to be without the comfort and warmth of his wife’s arms. Not for a day, much less a night.

“You are beautiful,” he murmered, reverently to Buffy. Her perfect little body never ceased to amaze Spike, and now? With their child growing inside of her, it made him realize just how holy and precious Buffy truly was.

“Graim thu,” Spike whispered into Buffy’s warm ear, after he lay next to her, again.

“Graim thu,” she repeated back to him.

(Graim thu is ‘I love you’ in old Irish)

“Gra mo chroi,” Spike began to chant as he kissed his wife’s forehead, her cheek, then her plump lips, lovingly. He ran his lips and tongue down her sleek neck, to her chest and breasts.

(Gra mo chroi is ‘love of my heart’ in Irish)

He tenderly kissed Buffy’s still flat tummy, the home of their child. “My wife, my child,” he whispered in awe, “my life. It’s here, with you and our future together, Buffy.”

“I cannot wait any longer to be in you, Princess,” he murmered as he positioned himself in between Buffy’s sweet, wonderful thighs.

“Me either,” she rasped, her voice heavy with want for Will. “Please, my darling,” she purred in desire, “I want you.”

Spike could not wait any longer, he thrust inside his willing wife and began to move in the age old dance of lovers.

“I love you,” the couple cried in unison to each other as they moved to the music of their dance together.

“I don’t want to hurt you or the baby,” Spike moaned as he thrust into Buffy, being careful not to overwhelm her.

“You won’t,” she sighed, wantonly, “honest Will, it’s all right. The baby will be fine, promise.” She began to buck up under his hips, meeting his every thrust with her own.

“Never leave me,” he gasped, huskily as he neared his powerful release. His blue eyes were ablaze with emotion.

“Never,” Buffy cried, her own release was near. She tried not to allow her own tears of joy seep from her green eyes as she felt the oncoming power of her orgasm.

Spike pulled his busy mouth from hers and gazed, soulfully, into Buffy’s green eyes. He felt tears begin to slip from his own blue eyes as he tried to speak out the next words he felt that his wife had to hear. It was difficult, considering he was about to cum with her.

“Le gra go deo,” he roared as he came, bringing Buffy over with him. “Le gra go deo, my Buffy,” he repeated, gasping for air as he rode out his orgasm with his beautiful wife.

(Le gra go deo is ‘with love forever’ in the old tongue)

They lay, sated and happier then ever before, together in the cozy bed of the hotel room. Their naked bodies entwined together in complete contentment.

The evening had turned to night, and the night neared dawn. Buffy and Spike lay talking, planning and loving each other until they were too exhausted to do so anymore.

Before they fell asleep, Spike and Buffy talked of many things. Of their love for each other, their future plans and such. Mainly, they just carressed each other, tenderly, and discussed names for their coming child.

“If it’s a girl,” Spike offered, “I think we should name it Elizabeth.” Buffy almost cringed at this, but stopped herself and shook her head, softly.

“Can we name ‘her’ a new name, Will?” she asked, quietly. “Something different and maybe a name that will mean a fresh start for our child?”

“We could,” he smiled, gently, at her. “But what name do you want for our daughter, Princess?”

“I like,” Buffy began with a rosy blush to her face, “I really would like to consider ‘Dawn’ for a little girl. To represent a new beginning in her life, and ours?”

“Dawn it is then,” Spike, chuckled. “If it’s a girl, like I’m hopin’ for, one that looks like you? Then Dawn’s a perfect name for the little lass.”

“Good!” Buffy snuggled deeper into her husband’s embrace. “Dawn it is then, for a girl child.”

“What about a boy?” Spike scowled momentarily. “If it’s a lad, what then?”

“Well,” Buffy began, carefully, “I was thinking William is a fine name. A fine name, for the son of a fine man?”

Spike frowned again, “not so sure about that one, sweet,” he mumbled. “I don’t know how fine I am and I want our son to have a fresh start also.”

“Hmmm,” Buffy sighed, “if not William? Then, what would you think of Patrick?”

“For my Da?” Spike gasped in delighted surprise. “I’d love it Buffy,” he clasped her warm body to him, even closer.

“Can we name him William as a middle?” she asked shyly, her face was bright red now.

“Of course we can,” Spike laughed happily, “my Da’s middle name was William. Our boy would be Patrick William O’Hara II. It’s a fine name, Buffy,” he kissed the end of her cute nose, tenderly.

“It’s settled, then,” Buffy smiled warmly, “Dawn if it’s a girl; Patrick William if it’s a boy.” That settled, the couple began to drowse off to sleep.

Suddenly, Buffy sat up in the bed and peered down at William, a worried expression on her petite face.

“Will,” she whispered, her voice shaky with emotion, “I’m afraid. When we go home, to the farm? Not everyone, not all of your friends are going to welcome ‘me’ back with open arms. What about our child? What will…..”

“Buffy,” Spike sighed, “I don’t give a fuck what…”

“William Patrick O’Hara!” Buffy gasped in disappointment. “Such a way to speak,” she cried as she pointed at her naked tummy. “In front of our poor little innocent babe!”

“All right, Princess,” Spike chuckled as he pulled his wife back down to his body. “I’ll try and not curse like a soldier, but I mean this.” He gave Buffy a stern but loving look.

“I don’t care what the good folks of Balleycastle have to say about ‘us’ or our family. I want you, you want me. That’s the end of it, then. If they want to live with some shiny, gold plated poles up their self-righteous arses? Then so be it. But Buffy,”
he ran his fingers down her cheek, pulling her chin up so her eyes could meet his.

“If you want to go home, I mean all of us,” he pointed to her, himself and their child in her stomach, “then so be it. I just ask that you come home with me, to the farm. Let me settle some things and then I swear, we’ll be off for America as soon…..”

“No,” Buffy shook her golden head, stubbornly. “I’ll not be driven from our land, yours and mine, Will. Or our child’s homeland. I want this child, at least our first child, born right here in Ireland. We owe our babe that, at least.”

“God, girl,” Spike gasped, tiny tears of pride for his wife began to fall from his eyes. “You’re something special, that’s for sure. I love you, my wife. Always and forever.”


A/N: Sigh, I hope that brought some ‘smiling Irish eyes’ to the board! Anyway, the couple is back together, officially, that is. However, there are evil doings afoot in Balleycastle and they go by the name of Finn-Rayne. Although the Rayne plan to tear about our Spuffy couple failed? They (the Raynes) might just resort to other violent means to gain the control of the O’Hara farm.

I’m going to give you readers a little hint here. The good folk of Balleycastle are not so judgemental on Spike or Buffy. In fact, they are anything but judgemental. Buffy will not have a problem with ‘most’ of the good folk of town or her neighbors. Promise. There is trouble a brewin’ about the O’Hara farm and it’s not because of Buffy, that much I’ll tell you.

Look for all of our characters to show up in the next few chapters. There will be trouble for our Spuffy couple, but not between them. Thanks for reading, please review. Luv, Spuf





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