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NA GRACH CROI


Chapter 24: ‘Glog Mas an Rotach’ (Calm Before the Storm)


A/N: Just a little ‘nice’ interlude for Spike and Buffy before the sh** hits the fan!


Spike watched his wife as she snuggled up close to him, in their bed. Her once little tummy was swollen with their child and he just could not help himself, Spike was more aroused then ever by the beautiful sight.

“I am huge,” Buffy sighed in frustration. “I look like a brood mare, ready to pop out twin foals!”

Spike began to chuckle, illiciting a pout from his lovely wife. “It’s not funny, Will,” she began to cry, softly, “I’m not even pretty any more. You do not find me pretty anymore, do you Will?”

“I find you intoxicating, Princess,” Spike responded, honestly. “Even more so, with our babe in your tummy.”

He was leaning on his right arm and elbow, gazing down at his gorgeous wife. Spike wished that Buffy could realize how beautiful she really was, especially now, pregnant with their first child.

‘The first of many,’ he thought, happily. He wanted a dozen children, but if that could not be? Then a half a dozen would do in a clinch.

“Poet’s words,” Buffy snorted at the intoxicating remark. “Mere words to get me to ‘pleasure’ you with my hand while you…”

Spike cut off her sentence with a deep kiss of reassurance. It had been ‘difficult’ for the couple. After Buffy’s sixth month of pregnancy, she and Spike had practiced the ‘safe’ intimacy that was well known and accepted in the Irish countryside.

He would use his mouth, lips and tongue to pleasure his wife, while she would use her hands, and her mouth to give him release. Still, it sometimes did not seem enough for either of them.

Buffy wanted to feel her husband inside of her, as Spike wanted to feel himself there also.

“I miss you,” Spike sighed as he pulled Buffy’s still little, but tough body up to him. “I miss the heat inside of you, wife,” he added, longingly.

He ran his long, left index finger down the front of his wife’s body, between her bare breasts and to her hips. With a wicked grin, he leaned in, again and kissed Buffy, his mouth hungry for the feel of her luscious lips.

“As do I, you,” Buffy sighed deeply, kissing her husband back, just as deeply.

That day, after the drama at the Chase Mercantile, the group from the O’Hara farm had made their way to speak to Father Giles. The older priest had made it clear that he would ‘talk’ with the Finn-Raynes and difuse any animosity between their clan and the O’Haras.

“I’ll speak with Ethan and his idiot sons, William,” Father Giles had assured them all. “But,” the Holy man scowled, “he is a hard, wicked man. More bitter then your young brother, Angel. I do not know what my council might bring about. Go on home now, rest assured I will do my best, William. With the help of God and his Son, maybe I can talk some sense into Ethan Rayne and his foolish offspring.”

“Mrs. Chase,” Buffy whispered softly, breaking both her and Will’s thoughts of the days events. “She’s to be my midwife, when the baby comes. You know that, right Will?”

“Yes,” Spike smiled at Buffy, placing a chaste kiss on his wife’s plump lips.

“Well,” Buffy blushed bright red, “as a midwife, and a regular wife,” here Mrs. O’Hara giggled wildly.

“I love it when you laugh, Princess,” Spike took hold of his wife’s cheek and tenderly kissed her again.

“Listen Will, please,” Buffy pleaded gently. “Mrs. Chase, she said that there are ‘ways’ for a husband and wife to be together, Will. Gentle, safe ways to have, you know…real intimacy?”

Spike burst out into laughter at his ‘chaste’ wife’s stammerings. Sometimes he could not help it, he had to chuckle at life’s irony. Buffy, who he now knew had ‘a past’ was one of the most prim and proper ladies to walk the face of the earth. It pleased him, delighted him and for some reason? His little Princess would just blush and get all embarrassed by the most innocent things. It just made Spike feel like a fucking God, but he had no idea just why it did.

“Ooooh,” Buffy hissed as she turned her bare back to him and lay on her side, “I cannot talk to you, William O’Hara. You are such a, a, well, you are a man, that’s for sure!”

Buffy burst out into tears and began to sob loudly, causing Spike to feel like a fucking moron.

“Baby,” he cooed softly, taking his little prize in his arms and pulling her to his body. “It’s all right, darlin’ truly,” he continued. “I did not mean to be so crass and mean. I want to hear how we can be ‘truly intimate’ together. Please, sweet, tell me.” Spike kissed Buffy’s neck, then ran his tongue down, to her silky shoulder.

“We,” Buffy, whispered, almost dazed by her husband’s wonderful mouth, “we could make love, like we used to if…”

Buffy hesitated, afraid that Will might just laugh at her, again, when she suggested what Mrs. Chase had advised.

“It’s safe, Buffy, dear,” Mrs. Chase had repeated, three times that day. “To lie on your side, while your man, you know, Buffy, slides between your thighs. From the back side? And very carefully, Buffy, the elder Chase woman nodded. Your husband must be ‘cautious’ while making love this way.”

Buffy blushed again, surprisingly for an ex-prostitute, really. But then again, she had never been pregnant before, thank God, that is. Although, if both she and William had their way? Buffy O’Hara would be pregnant many times after this.

“So?” Buffy whispered, her back still turned to Will. “What do you think, Will? Would you like to try and…”

Before Buffy could utter another word, Spike had lifted her left, slim leg with his and positioned himself between her thighs. He wrapped his arms about her waist and chest, paying careful attention to her even breasts, which were plumper and larger, due to he baby coming. He began to rub his erection up and down on her sweet, ready cunny.

“I think,” Spike whispered, huskily, “that I’ll be liking this ‘safe’ way to make love to my wife.” With that, he gingerly slipped his shaft into Buffy’s waiting wet opening and began to gently thrust in and out of her.

“I love you, my sweet Buffy,” he murmered into her warm little left ear as he stroked her breasts and tummy.

“I love you Will,” Buffy whispered in response, her body molded to his warm and strong one.


A/N: Short, short, short (unlike Spike’s di** that is and…) okay, that was uncalled for, I know. But did a lot of you readers know that James was in a play, on the Chicago stage, that called for him to be totally naked? Yes, totally naked, kids and I have yet to have anyone come forward with a photo, a sypnosis or a testament to JM’s ‘assests’! So, until I can have someone, somewhere, produce a word and testament, or some proof? Well…

Oh, and in the last few chapters, a lot of familiar faces will be showing up at the O’Hara farm. For the final stand, that is.

Okay, thanks for reading, please review. I feel that folks are losing interest in this fic and believe me, there is a lot more excitement in store for our heros! Luv, Spuf





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