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NA GRACH CROI



Chapter 5: ‘I ionuin Anam’


Elizabeth Summers, aka ‘Buffy’ to those she truly cared for and who truly cared about her, had decided back in London, to leave the ‘life’ for good. Go back home to America, maybe even get out to California and set up a business of her own. Not ‘that’ kind of business mind you, Buffy was through with ‘the profession’ but maybe a dress shop of some kind.

She had heard wonderous things about the City of Angels in California. Buffy had saved her hard earned wages and there was enough to begin a venture of her own. There was a lot of opportunity there and little chance of anyone from the old days being around. Men who could recognize her, or at least part of her.

However…as she lay in this rather modest hotel bed, wide awake while her lover, a most handsome Irishman, slept peacefully beside her…

‘Get up, get dressed and get the hell out of here,’ Buffy ordered herself. She was practical, at least most of the time, even now when she was entangled in Spike’s strong, luring embrace. ‘You’ll only hurt him. Make his life miserable and he’ll turn out sorry for the day he met you.’ Buffy’s inner voice taunted her, tried to warn her as she fought to pull herself away from Spike’s warm embrace and make her escape from this room.

‘I’ll leave a note,’ she thought to herself as she took in his contented, happy smile in rest. ‘Tell him that I changed my plans, took the earlier train, today to the West Coast. Booking a passage back home to my America.’

Buffy slipped out of Spike’s strong arms, noting that he frowned in his respose, momentarily, then seemed to relax again. She was good at ‘sneakery’ Buffy was. Had to be stealth as a jungle cat sometimes. It suited her past life afterall.

She had her camisole, pantaloons and shoes on already and Buffy was just about ready to pull on her dress when she heard him. “Where you off to sweet?” he nearly whimpered. Buffy turned and faced her ‘lover’ perhaps the only man to really ‘earn’ that title in her young life.

“Thought I should get while the getting was good, Spike,” she murmered while she averted her eyes from his honest indigo blue ones. “Thought maybe you might prefer me gone, you know when…”

“Gone!” he cried in shock, “hell no! I don’t want you gone, sweet Buffy. Not when I’ve just found you. And please, dear heart, do not call me Spike now. Not after last night and how sweet my name of Will flowed from your lovely lips.”

He reached out his bare arms to her, pleading silently for her to return to the bed, and him. His expression was so hopeful and loving that Buffy felt like she’d died and gone to heaven, to see a man show that kind of worship and respect for herself. ‘Respect,’ she realized in stunned awe, ‘he respects me.’

Spike was totally confused, his mind and heart in an upheaval of emotion. He had never felt this way about a woman before in his life and there had been a few, certainly. Mostly paid whores for comfort, but a few women considered decent. However, never, ever a woman like Buffy Summers. Even the fancy, high class women he’d seen and been exposed to in England didn’t compare to this woman before him now. In her white lacy knickers and little boots. ‘God, I want her so bad I can taste her,’ he sighed dreamily as he held his longing arms out even more so to her.

Buffy had a split second decision to make; two options to choose from. She could either continue to pull on her clothes and make her clean get-a-way from this good man and his loving heart, or, she could strip back down, slide back into his bed and take comfort in his strong, worthy arms. It took about one second for Buffy to make her choice and she eagerly divested her underthings to climb back in bed beside her Will.

They lay in the bed, their bodies so close that it was hard to tell where one began and the other ended. “Buffy,” Spike murmred as he twirled her golden hair with his finger, “what do you say we go out for breakfast. A huge and wonderful breakfast, then come back here and make love all day and night?” His eyes were half closed in pleasure at the thought of it, their breakfast then love making. Buffy snuggled down into Spike’s chest and nodded silently.

The spell was broken, momentarily though, when Buffy whispered sadly, “tomorrow, Will. My train for County Donegal leaves at 10:00 AM, precisely and I must be on it to catch my ship for America.”

Spike felt like he’d been kicked in the gut and he wanted to be physically sick. He mustered up his courage and stated evenly, “if I’ve my way, Buffy darling, you will not be on that train to Donegal County tomorrow. Or any day.”

“What are you saying, Will,” Buffy asked meekly, although she had a pretty good idea. “I’m saying, my darling Buffy,” he nuzzled her head and whispered softly, “that I want you. All of you for myself. I want you to marry me, Buffy Summers. Be my wife and come home with me to Antrim, to my farm. Light my life up, Buffy, always, like you have since I first met you. Be the mother of my children, a ton of them sweet. It’s not fancy, I know that and I won’t lie to you or make you false promises of riches and a life of ease. But I’ll give you my heart, Buffy dear, all of it. Might as well, you’ve captured it anyway, from the moment I saw those emerald green eyes of yours.”

“Oh Mother of God, Will,” Buffy gasped, looking into his honest, sincere eyes, “are you sure?” William nodded eagerly and clutched Buffy so close to him she was sure she might not take another breath. “But,” she began.

“No buts, little one,” he chuckled warmly, stroking her bare arm with his long fingers, “I felt the connection between us when we first laid eyes on each other. It’s the magic, Buffy. The magic between a man and a woman when they’re meant to be together.”

“You,” he continued warmly, “are ‘I ionuin Anam’ truly,” he finished as he kissed the tip of her nose. “From the moment I saw you, Buffy.”

Buffy raised her golden brow and looked at her lover with wonder, “I what?” she asked innocently. Spike began to chuckle warmly and pulled her even closer to him.

“Well,” he paused to tuck a loose blonde strand of her hair behind her little ear. “Loosely translated from the old language it means ‘My beloved Soul’ and Buffy,” he added seriously, kissing her lips chastely, “that’s what you are to me.”

She was stunned beyond words and could say nothing but a surprised ‘gosh!’ “So,” William smiled at her tenderly, “what to you say my love? Will you marry me?” He waited with baited breath for her answere, hoping it was yes, fearing it might be a no.

Buffy worried her bottom lip, a thousand thoughts swept through her excited mind. ‘Antrim, Ireland,’ she pictured it, ‘remote, rural villages, full of warm hearted people who probably have never left it’s borders. No one there would know me, recognize what I once was. Why not? Do it, Buffy,’ her mind and most importantly her heart urged her. ‘You know this man is perfect for you, you know your heart belongs to him, did from the moment your eyes met his. Say yes, Buffy Summers.’

“Yes,” Buffy responded softly as she ran her slim fingers down Will’s strong left arm, “I’ll marry you, William O’Hara. I’ll be your beloved Soul.”


A/N: Short chapter. Does anyone else see great Spuffyness here? Yeah! (however, I’m afraid there are factions in Antrim who would ‘try’ and destroy out dynamic duo.) Oh, I didn’t mention earlier, but Rupert Giles will be the village Priest in Spike’s village and an ally for Buffy! Thanks for reading, please review. Luv, Spuf





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