Love, Hate and Betrayal

Chapter One

Well, well, well….it's been quite a while, peeps. I'm planning on making this quite a detailed story, so review if you want more, and ye shall receive.

Summary- Not long after the Fall of Sunnydale. Buffy and Angel are together, happy and in love, but when the Scooby Gang visit Wolfram and Hart, will this change? The title pretty much gives you a hint of what's to come. B/A

And sadly, I do not own any of the characters- they belong to Joss Whedon, the God of the BTVS Universe ( and also his recent series Dollhouse, anyone else been watching that?)

WARNING- See the title? It does mention betrayal, which, sooner or later, means that some other character may be involved with either Buffy or Angel. Forgive me for this but I've put it in too build angst levels. Hold your breath and pray, and everyone will have a happy ending.

Except Kennedy. I've recently discovered she sort of annoys me.

"I'm nervous, Angel." She whispered. He nodded, as if he had known it all along. He probably had. He knew whatever she was feeling now. It made her think back to her graduating year, before he left, when she had the ability to read minds, but not his. Sometimes it felt like Angel could read her mind, like her deepest emotions were scrawled across her forehead for him to see- love, want, fear, happiness.

It was late at night. He had known for a while know that something was bothering her, but had decided not to pressure her into telling him. It had taken almost a week. Now she had decided to tell him, as they lay, curled up in bed together.

It was a hot night. Buffy, as usual, was lying as close as possible to Angel, enjoying the cool, pleasant feeling of his skin against hers.

Angel pressed a kiss on her shoulder, on the expanse of skin there, which, although tanned, appeared pale as it contrasted against the black strap of her pyjama vest top.

"You have nothing to be nervous about. It's just a visit."

"But why do they have to visit?" She countered immediately, leaning her head against his chest as his arms tightened around her waist. "We could leave. "

She knew he was smiling as he nestled into her golden hair. "Leave?"

"Y'know. Leave. For a holiday. We could go to Rome."

"Too sunny."

"Haven't you been before though?"

"A while ago. It would be different this time."

Buffy lifted a hand and began to run her fidgeting fingers over the smooth skin of his hands around her waist. "Different?"

"You'd be there this time. If I couldn't go out, I'd expect you to stay in with me." He pressed another soft kiss against her neck. "You'd be miserable."

"I wouldn't be miserable if you were there." She assured him.

"Well...I'll be here with you when they get here. You'll be fine, Buffy. They're just coming to help."

"I…" She trailed off mid-sentence. He waited patiently for her to continue. "Angel…I haven't seen them for months. I haven't had a decent conversation with Willow since Sunnydale fell. Or Giles. Or Xander. Especially not Dawn. How...how do I forgive them for kicking me out of my own house, Angel?"

She watched him, waiting urgently for his reply.

Angel had to consider what he was going to say. Part of him wanted to assure her that she didn't need them in her life. This strong emotion was based on the furious, red hot rage that had burned inside him when Buffy had told him what had happened shortly before Sunnydale was swallowed into a giant crater. All he had wanted to do was hunt down her so called friends and her excuse of a sister and…

"You still speak to Faith." He pointed out carefully.

"Faith…Faith at least showed some…remorse, or, or regret at the time. I just…I find it hard to forgive them. Just those four. Everyone else…it's easier. I don't know why."

"Because it hurt more?" He suggested softly. He closed his eyes. "When I think of what they did…after you saved their lives… after you gave up your life for Dawn…accepted her as your sister after you found out..."

There was silence. Buffy rolled over so that she was properly facing Angel. She felt the need to comfort him, whilst he was comforting her. Slowly and deliberately, she lifted a hand and traced the contours of his face. He opened his eyes and watched her intently.

"It's hard to forgive…but I understand why," Buffy whispered to him. He forced a smile.

"They'll be here for a week. One week. They're just here to help- we need to know whether or not the Hellmouth is Sunnydale is truly dormant. One week. Then you and I can go on holiday." He watched as she sighed. "Happy now?"

"Mmmnn" Buffy replied, pressing her mouth against his cool lips, snaking her arms up around his neck and pulling him to her, as close as possible. His left hand caressed patch of skin on the small of her back where her top had ridden up, while his right cupped her face, before moving down to her neck. Leaning over, he pressed his lips against her neck, gently nibbling the soft flesh.

When he came to the scar that marked where he had bitten her almost five years ago, she let out a cry, arching up against him in pleasure. That spot, his spot, was always sensitive, even after all this time.

As her body pushed up against his, Angel let out a growl of pleasure too. Buffy giggled and repeated the motion. With another growl, he rolled over so he was on top of his lover, and with a smile that promised revenge for her teasing, he moved down to attack her beautiful lips with his kisses.

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