Title: Change of Heart (#1 in Untitled Series)
Author: Pixie
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Author's Note: AU fic! Buffy comes from a very different past than she is
from the show.
AN2: #1 in Untitled Series
Spoilers: None, this is an AU fic.
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Summary: Buffy Summers has led a troubling childhood and she must conquer
her fears, but when her handsome boss enters her world, she feels
threatened that he might destroy her fragile life that she had built for
herself. Will she ever allow her walls down and allow someone to teach her
the powers of love?
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Part 9
The meeting, although awkward as it was, had finished without anymore problems. Well, on Buffy's side, anyways. Unbeknownst to her, Angel was shifting uncomfortably in his rather comfortable cushioned seat. Of course, it was hard to think with steel in his pants.
He couldn't stop imagining Buffy, with her hair down, creating a halo around her beatiful face...on a pillow...Oh, Dear Lord, he'd better stop now.
That proved to be more difficult than he'd ever thought possible. He'd never wanted *anyone* so badly. Not even Darla, who had been his old flame awhile back, had cause this much discomfort in him.
He was nearly exploading when the meeting finally ended. He had been both relieved and sad that she had to leave him. Whenever she was near, he had felt a calmness in him. It was like his restless soul was able to rest with her presence, like a soul sensing its mate, its other half. But unless this meeting was over soon, he was going to take her...right then and now. And he had a feeling that Buffy wasn't going to appreciate it. Well...maybe not the taking her and...but she'd certainly appreciate the...
*Goddammit!* He swore to himself. He couldn't even go 5 minutes, much less one, without mentally making love to Buffy.
After she had left, he had leaned against the door and took a deep breath.
It was going to be difficult, but he'd get through it. He always did, but, as always, business came first.
He wasn't about to lose his head over a woman, albeit beautiful, gorgeous, and in need of a good loving as she was. He needed to become the best in this business, not just good, the best. That would take every waking hour of his time.
And, maybe, a few on courting the woman below his office.
* * * * * *
Buffy nearly ran down the hallway and down the stairs to her office. But that would have seemed weird to her co-workers. Not that she cared.
But, she opted to walk instead, she was out of breath as it was.
The meeting hadn't gone as badly as she had thought. Although, it did seem to have gone by so fast and he had seemed to have literally push her out of his office.
*Of course he did! What else do you think he'd do? Take you out on a date and actually talk to you about anything but business? NO! No way, ain't gonna happen, sweetie. Just LOOK at yourself! Your own father didn't even want you! What makes you think he would?*
It wasn't a happy thought, but her life had been a huge unhappy pile of junk sitting at the front of her mind, always reminding her of what she really was. A big, fat nothing.
*It doesn't matter what he thinks. It doesn't matter what ANYONE thinks, as long as *I* do, *ME* not anyone else.*
Straightening her back a little more, she sat down and began the work that would make her want to cry of boredom.
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Part 9
The meeting, although awkward as it was, had finished without anymore problems. Well, on Buffy's side, anyways. Unbeknownst to her, Angel was shifting uncomfortably in his rather comfortable cushioned seat. Of course, it was hard to think with steel in his pants.
He couldn't stop imagining Buffy, with her hair down, creating a halo around her beatiful face...on a pillow...Oh, Dear Lord, he'd better stop now.
That proved to be more difficult than he'd ever thought possible. He'd never wanted *anyone* so badly. Not even Darla, who had been his old flame awhile back, had cause this much discomfort in him.
He was nearly exploading when the meeting finally ended. He had been both relieved and sad that she had to leave him. Whenever she was near, he had felt a calmness in him. It was like his restless soul was able to rest with her presence, like a soul sensing its mate, its other half. But unless this meeting was over soon, he was going to take her...right then and now. And he had a feeling that Buffy wasn't going to appreciate it. Well...maybe not the taking her and...but she'd certainly appreciate the...
*Goddammit!* He swore to himself. He couldn't even go 5 minutes, much less one, without mentally making love to Buffy.
After she had left, he had leaned against the door and took a deep breath.
It was going to be difficult, but he'd get through it. He always did, but, as always, business came first.
He wasn't about to lose his head over a woman, albeit beautiful, gorgeous, and in need of a good loving as she was. He needed to become the best in this business, not just good, the best. That would take every waking hour of his time.
And, maybe, a few on courting the woman below his office.
* * * * * *
Buffy nearly ran down the hallway and down the stairs to her office. But that would have seemed weird to her co-workers. Not that she cared.
But, she opted to walk instead, she was out of breath as it was.
The meeting hadn't gone as badly as she had thought. Although, it did seem to have gone by so fast and he had seemed to have literally push her out of his office.
*Of course he did! What else do you think he'd do? Take you out on a date and actually talk to you about anything but business? NO! No way, ain't gonna happen, sweetie. Just LOOK at yourself! Your own father didn't even want you! What makes you think he would?*
It wasn't a happy thought, but her life had been a huge unhappy pile of junk sitting at the front of her mind, always reminding her of what she really was. A big, fat nothing.
*It doesn't matter what he thinks. It doesn't matter what ANYONE thinks, as long as *I* do, *ME* not anyone else.*
Straightening her back a little more, she sat down and began the work that would make her want to cry of boredom.