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NA GRACH CROI


Chapter 4:


A/N: I want everyone reading this to know that I thank you all so much. Also, I still cannot respond personnally to reviewers of this fic or any of my others, here. I can’t imagine what I did to the ‘my view review’ account?! Anyway, thank you. Luv, S


Spike and Buffy hurried down the dark, main street of Belfast on their way to his hotel, a couple with a mission. He wanted to get Buffy to his place and upstairs to his rather simple room as fast as possible. No way did he want her to change her mind about being alone together or the pleasurable activities he had in mind for them both. However, she did not seem to have any intention of changing her mind as she held Spike’s arm tightly with her tiny hands and allowed him to lead her to their destination.

When they arrived at the hotel, a much less posher place then Buffy was staying, Spike was a little embarrassed by the lower class accomadations. However, again, Buffy gave him an encouraging smile and urged him to take her upstairs to his room. Apparently his lady, Buffy, was as excited as he about the inevitable events that would take place upstairs in his humble room. That, Spike felt, was certainly enough incentive for him to forge a major lie to the hotel manager who now manned the front desk. “Hello, Finny,” Spike greeted Johnathan Finny, the elfin man who ran the night desk at the place.

“Mr. O’Hara,” Finny responded with a warm grin as he eyed Buffy with appreciation. “This is my wife, Elizabeth Sum…I mean O’Hara, Mr. Finny,” Spike lied, somewhat uneasily. “She’s joined me, here in Belfast to accompany me the rest of the way home to my farm in Antrim. Can’t tell you how happy I am to have by beloved Lizzy with me.”

The short, pleasant enough man behind the counter sized up both Spike and Buffy then grinned widely, “of course, Mr. O’Hara,” he responded warmly. “I’m glad for you sir, to have your wife by your side, finally after so long. I’ve been blessed to never be parted from my sweet wife, Amy, for even one day since we wed.”

Buffy watched as Spike took the hotel room key from this kind, rather smallish man, who had some of the kindest eyes she had ever seen. “It is lovely to meet you, Mrs. O’Hara,” Finny smiled sincerely at Buffy who responded with a warm ‘likewise, sir.’ Spike and Buffy, arm in arm, headed up the stairs, quickly, and to a room where she had no doubt she would experience a truly spiritual encounter. One, she thought sadly to herself, that she had probably never experienced before.

Once Spike opened the door of his hotel room, he practically pushed Buffy inside and slammed the door behind him. Before she could speak or maybe even bolt for the hallway, he locked the door and spun around to capture his little Buffy in his arms. One quick, but deeply passionate kiss between them caused Spike to realize that his golden Goddess had no intention of leaving his room or his presence for the night. If he had his way, Spike knew at that very moment, she would never leave his presence again.

“Mmmm,” Buffy whispered, honestly, into Spike’s lovely mouth as their tongues dueled with each others. He broke from contact with her to smile lovingly at her, his blue eyes dark as night, full of desire.

“Yes,” he whispered softly as he held her close, “very Mmmm indeed.” He crushed his lips to hers and continued to kiss her deeply, passionately and very, very well, at least Buffy thought so.

“Buffy,” Spike finally let them both up for air, “lie down on the bed with me, please luv.” He led her to the simple bed and laid her down, gently, still fully clothed on it before slipping off his coat and shirt. When he sat on the edge of the bed, he leaned down and pulled his boots off, then joined Buffy on the covers, pulling her closely to his hot, wanting body.

Buffy was watching him through half closed eyes, her need radiated off of her tiny body like waves and Spike felt like falling to his knees and thanking God right then and there. ‘God probably wouldn’t be to pleased about this, though, now would he, Spike?’ he shook his head, ruefully.

“Spike?” Buffy whispered in a breathy, needy tone, and all thoughts of God’s displeasure left him.


‘Buffy’s Reflections; Kind of a flashback’


Buffy had been a sexual maven since the tender age of seventeen years. At barely twenty-one, she probably knew more about the physical act of sex and all the aspects of it, then most fifty-year-old marrieds. However, it was the act of ‘love-making’ that Buffy was still a bit of a novice at.

Right at this moment, Buffy was a little nervous. Oddly enough, she was worried that she might not get this truly intimate experience, with this truly amazing man, right, or make it worthwhile for him. Oh, it was fine, of course, to be good at your job, your line of work. Your career, as most of the ‘girls’ in the ring of prostitutes called it. Sex for pay was the oldest profession in the world, everyone knew that and Buffy was an expert at it.

She never fooled herself, Buffy that is, when she was performing her ‘services’ for hire. Some of the girls in Anya’s employ liked to pretend that they were in at least ‘like’ with some of their more handsome, or youthful customers. Not Buffy, she never pretended to be anything with anyone of her clients, except a very good, well paid whore.

Which, is exactly what she had been for almost four years. Oh, there was one or maybe two young men who actually caught her eye; ‘special’ is what Anya called them. But, Anya had been protective of Buffy since day one. It was her employer, Anya Jenkins, that had hand picked every single one of Buffy’s customers.

Only the highest classed men for Buffy. A few sons of New York tycoons, or their fathers. Heirs to the manors of only the most admired British Lords and perhaps a Duke or two. Only the cleanest, most handsome British Officers for Buffy dear. Yes, Anya made sure that Buffy had only the best, most respectable clients to service, no question. Leave the more rakish, even brutal likes to the other girls in Anya’s employ. The men that liked violence with their sex, or oddities that Buffy would never, could never be tainted with.

Once, back in England, just before the gravy days ended there, Buffy was hired out, by her employer to a ‘special’ customer. The man, or actually ‘boy’ who Buffy was to entertain for the evening, had been brought to Anya’s business by his blue blooded friends. He was a virgin, his name was Andrew Arlington, and he was barely seventeen-years-old.

Of course, Anya, with her trained eye and good business sense, immediately targeted this Andrew fellow for Buffy’s bed. Normally, this night would have been Buffy’s night off. However, good-hearted Anya felt that this particular young man should be broken in by her beloved Buffy girl, her favorite employee. The boy, Andrew had touched Buffy’s frozen heart, a little anyway. That night, Buffy the sexual maven had given the shy, but eager Andrew the ride of his young life.

A few months later and another evening when Buffy was supposed to be ‘off’ from her skills, she had a visitor. Anya had led a good looking, dark haired man up to her room. The man, probably less then twenty years nodded at her with a serious expression. After Anya had left the two in private, Buffy asked the young man what he wanted for the evening. She remembered it well, that night when this stranger, Buffy was used to strangers of course, came to her lonely room.

“I’ve come to give you something Miss Elizabeth,” he stammered almost shyly.

“What’s your name Sir?” Buffy had asked with puzzlement, “what do you have for me?” The man smiled softly and retrieved something from his military coat pocket.

“My name isn’t important, Miss Elizabeth,” he offerred evenly, “it’s the something I’ve brought you that’s the important thing.” He then held out a gold chain that held a locket at the end of it. “A comrade of mine,” the man mumbled reverently, “a boy really, who probably had no business playing soldier. This was his. We served together, he and I, in the Battle of Somme. I made it out, Andrew Arlington didn’t.”

Buffy gasped and clasped at her heart, a sharp pain shot through it like a knife. “Andrew Arlington,” she whispered.

The man nodded sadly, “he was a good lad. A bit of a bumbler, but a good heart and very brave at that. He was killed, in July, along with a lot of good men. His things, the ones he left behind, this simple,lovely little locket was in with them, with a note. Said whoever could was to give this to a Miss Elizabeth Summers of London, England. I had to come, Miss,” the young man stammered shyly, “to do poor Andrew’s last wishes.” He was obviously quite aware of just who Buffy was and what she did for a living.

“Andrew,” Buffy murmered, unable to look the young, earnest man in his dark eyes, “he had no wife? No sweetheart or even a sister to give this beautiful locket to?” She reached out and took the jewelry from the man, gently as she could.

“No, Miss,” he said sadly, “apparently not. However, I know he’d be happy to know that his blonde ‘angel’ got the locket. That’s what his letter said, his kind of will I guess. You were that; his blonde angel.”

It was that night, back in London, that Buffy began to rethink her position in life and just exactly what she had become. After the good young man left, the one who never revealed his name, Buffy sat on her unhappy bed and wept for the entire night. Yes, after that horrible, sad night back in London, Buffy began to rethink everthing, all over.

She decided, then and there, Buffy did, that ‘she’ wanted to be the sweetheart, the true lover and wife of a good man. Buffy, in her hardened heart decided right that night, that she wanted a normal life, she deserved it. Did she not?


Spike was tenderly removing Buffy’s beautiful forrest green dress then her lacey, lovely knickers. When he had laid Buffy on the bed, she discreetly removed her slippers and raised her arms to make his undressing her much easier.

“You are beautiful,” he whispered in awe as he removed her camisole and saw her milky white, plump breasts. They were perfect. Not overly large, but just the right size for him. The nipples were a dark, dusky pink and just begged to be kissed and suckled. Spike had every intention of paying the proper amount of attention to those gorgeous mounds, that and Buffy’s whole scrumptious silken body.

Buffy lay back on the comfortable bed, her whole body hummed in joy as Spike undressed her. His indigo, dark blue eyes seemed to worship her and she was most excited and arroused by that. When he’d finished removing her clothing, all of it, Spike stood up and pulled his remaining clothing from his body. “You’re beautiful,” he had whispered to Buffy.

“So are you,” she replied honestly, reaching out her hand to his. He took her hand, kissed it tenderly and stretched his naked, lovely body out over hers. “Buffy,” he moaned as he rubbed his warm, taut body on hers, “God, sweet, so glad you’re here with me.”

She giggled softly, such a lovely sound to Spike and one he swore he’d illicit from her a million times in their lifetime. “Make love to me Spike,” Buffy purred into his ear as he nuzzled cheek with his and ran his hands gently over her body.

“Oh, I will, sweet. All night.” he murmered huskily to her just before he closed the gap between their lips and kissed her deeply. It wasn’t an urgent kiss, not like their earlier ones, it sweet and tender, promising. Reluctantly, Spike broke contact with her beautiful mouth and ran his lips, lightly on her cheek and jaw, then down to her neck. His mouth lingered on a particular spot on his Buffy’s left side of her neck. Everytime he kissed, suckled or nipped at that point, she gasped, little squeaks of breath, really, and it delighted Spike.

Finally, he left that pleasure point and targeted her left breast that was just begging for his attention. If Buffy had gasped at his ministrations to her neck, she certainly moaned with pleasure when he kissed and suckled her beautiful breasts. “Spike,” she gasped, her breath was ragged with desire and he felt her hands clasp at his blonde head in desperate need.

“Just getting’ started my sweet,” he smiled up at her, pleased she was watching him as he pleasure her. To prove his point, Spike grinned and began to trail soft, wet kisses down Buffy’s taut tummy to the golden curls that covered her sweet cunny. Before he began, Spike looked up to silently ask Buffy’s permission to make love to her with his mouth, ‘God, please say yes,’ he begged her silently. ‘I have to taste my angel, totally.’

“Please, Spike,” she rasped, “I want you to make love to me like that.” Her soft breathy pleas, so filled with desire and heat gave Spike all the encouragement he needed. “Watch me then, baby,” he ordered gently as he lowered his lips and began to lick and kiss her cunny, lovingly.

Buffy moaned in pure pleasure as her lover worked his magic between her thighs with his lovely mouth. “Oh, God, Spike,” she hissed hoarsely, “that’s so good, so right. Please don’t stop, please.”

She felt Spike shake his head, almost roughly between her thighs, stopping only to assure her that there was no way in hell he was going to stop now. “You’re heavenly, my Buffy,” he whispered huskily, then went back to his lovemaking.

It was barely minutes when Buffy was writhing and moaning in her estatic release. Spike must have sensed and felt her orgasm because when she was over it, he tenderly kissed her wet core and gently crawled up her body. When their lips met again, Buffy could taste herself on his mouth; it intoxicated her and she understood why Spike was so elated. ‘He’s thrilled that he gave me this,’ she realized in awe. ‘He’s so proud that I’m happy.’ It touched her heart in a way that nothing else ever had.

“Need to be in you,” he almost growled into her mouth, delighted when Buffy embraced his ass and pulled him even closer to her tiny, beautiful body.

“I need you William,” Buffy whispered in response. Without hesitating, Spike buried his shaft into Buffy’s sweet, hot heat and began to slowly pump in and out of her, praying to God that he lasted long enough to please her.

“You feel like heaven, Buffy,” he gasped hoarsely, “like pure, sweet heaven.” She did it again, giggled softly in pleasure, and Spike nearly lost it right then. “Trying to hold on, sweet,” he moaned lowly as he pulled half way out and slowly pushed back into her tight, honey tasting cunny. “You just feel so amazingly good, sweet,” he whimpered.

“Mmmm,” Buffy moaned, “so do you, William.” She could not help but use this man’s given name, it suited him so much better then his nickname. Especially when he was making such sweet love to her, taking her to wonderful places she had never, ever been before. Not like this heaven; not for Buffy, ever before.

Back there, in that ugly place that was her past, she never experienced such a spiritual moment, so much unconditional pleasure. ‘Stop remembering the ugly darkness,’ Buffy ordered herself, slightly angered. ‘This is goodness, this is the light I’ve been searching for. Let it go Elizabeth.’

“I cannot hold back anymore,” Spike groaned, “cum for me, sweet, please. Cum with me,” he ordered huskily as he felt his Buffy let go and do exactly as he told her. Their mouths crashed together and Spike felt himself cum, a powerful, overwhelming orgasm that ripped through him and Buffy both. He realized that even though they were kissing, deeply and passionately, their sounds of release were probably being heard by half the hotel occupants in their rooms. ‘Who gives a fuck,’ he thought to himself, ‘I’m with an angel, I’ll scream my pleasure if I want.’

When their coupling was finished, complete, at least for this first time, Spike collapsed on top of Buffy, spent. He was so careful not to crush her fragile body with his weight, but she pulled him to her, forcefully. Her actions told him that she could handle his weight and wanted him as close to her as possible, as he wanted her with him. Spike could not have been happier, then if someone told him he had just died, woke up in Heaven and was in the presence of God himself.


A/N: Okay, I wrote another chapter because I wanted to get Spike and Buffy together, finally. I hope readers will enjoy the Spuffy in chapter and the rest of the fiction. Angst is coming in a few chapters. Thanks for reading, please review. Luv, Spuf





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