Bangel Fanfiction 

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A/N: So this Bangel fic was requested by an anon, and I am sooooo sorry for how long it took me to write it! I’ve been so busy, and it’s all the fault of my A levels, so you can blame them.

I really hope that you like it, and all feedback is very much appreciated!

Once again, I am so sorry that I took so long to get back to you!! <3 <3 <3

The familiar feel of the smoothed wooden handle was almost soothing in Buffy’s hand as she felt her adrenalin pumped heart slow down.

“Well that was fun,” she muttered, and then smiled

“Good hunting?” She didn’t bother to turn around, but her smile widened. 

The long, cold, hard feeling of Angel’s feelings massaging her shoulders made her groan a little, not having realised just how tense her muscles had become.

“I don’t overwork myself! It’s my job; you know the whole one in every generation?” Her sarcasm made the mantra that Giles had been so eager to repeat during her first semester at Sunnydale High become a ridiculous chant whose only purpose in existing was to be laughed at.

“Don’t mock it, it’s your legacy.” Angel gently rebuked her, and she rolled her eyes, slumping against a headstone that marked an empty grave. Bethany Charleston had made an unwelcome and very brief encore earlier that evening.

“Not one that I ever asked for though,” she shrugged one shoulder, and span her stake in one hand before dropping it into her pocket.

“I dropped by Giles’ on my way here,” Angel began, nervous after Buffy’s outburst. “He’s concerned that your not pacing yourself very well, especially with Spike and Drusilla in town.”

“I told him earlier that I’m fine. It’s just a quick patrol every evening! Jeez, if he’s so worried why doesn’t he patrol?”

“Because last time he did, you shouted at him.” Angel reminded her, and she smiled fondly at the memory. “And I’m worried too.” He added quietly, almost too quietly for Buffy to have heard him, but she looked up at him sharply.

“I’m fine Angel. Honestly.” She rocked off the headstone of poor Bethany, and loped over to him, and wrapped her arms around his solid, comfortingly cool body. “See? I’m right as rain. Although, I never understood that expression. I think Giles said it once - it’s meant to rain a lot in England, right? Maybe that’s where it comes from.”

“Rains even more in Ireland,” Angel remembered his human days of ducking from inn to inn, splashing through puddles; until he’d met Darla, and then hadn’t cared for the rain that seemed to always be falling.

“Hey,” Buffy whispered, and stood up on her tiptoes to press her lips to his. “No moping. Strictly moping free zone,” she ordered.

“I think that sort of completely goes against what people do when they come to cemeteries.” Angel blinked, not having realised that he’d been moping. He brushed his hair out of his eyes, and then caught Buffy around the waist.

“I’m sorry for moping,” he apologised, and then allowed himself to be caught up in Buffy’s lips, caressing her long, blonde hair that she’d let down, through his fingers as she pressed herself against him.

He didn’t notice the ache in the middle of his chest, where all of his memories burned his heart…..

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