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Title: Crossing Loves
Author: Ryan Browning
Pairing: B/A, B/S, A/F
Characters: Buffy, Faith, Willow, Angel, Xander, Spike, Cordelia, and Riley.
Summary: Angel/Faith and B/S are married and living happy lives until Buffy and Angel crosses paths again. What will happen?
Disclaimers: Own nothing. Wish, but hasnt came true.
Distribution: Usual suspects, ALA , Forever In Love
Part One : Working 9 to 5.
Angel's POV
I walk into my office. It’s funny how my office always smells like sunshine and flowers when nothing ever enters here except me, and I certainly do not spell like that. I walk futher into my office and takes off a book, I begin to read. Blah, blah, blah. The end.
I notice a picture, a fainted picture, but still viewable. She's got beautiful long blonde hair and sparkling hazel eyes. Those belong to my ex, Why do I still have a picture and being married to someone the complete opposite I do not know. I guess I'm still in love.
I glance at my watch it's only 10:00pm. Five more hours until I get out of this hell some would call a perspective job. I call it hell.
We never do anything anymore. No cases except divorces and sues and lawsuits and everything else. I need my break. I need something to break me out of this useless habit I've becoming accustomed to.
I glance at the picture again and I start to remember a moment long ago. She walked into my office, very much like this one, and came up to me and kiss my cheeks and my neck and told me I was the only man for her. I start to take off her top and squeeze her perfect breast in my hands. God, she feels so amazing, and as I start to take off her pants, I'm interrupted by a phone ringing.
I bring myself out of my wonderful daze, unwillingly, and answer grumply, "What the hell do you want?"
"Angel?" said Faith on the other line.
I roll my eyes. So not the person I wanted to hear from. As she goes on and on about how much she misses me and wished I was home with her right now. I begin to remember why I married her…cause she wasn't Buffy.
TBC..
Part Two: Sweet Nights, Cold Beer.
*Still Angel's POV and Just for Lynn, Angelus will be in the fic, as Angel's twin, yes I know about the names, blame Lynn, she wanted it*
I married her because she wasn't Buffy because she wasn't Buffy. She didn't give me everything I needed or wanted. She was just there. Lonely, Like me.
Our relationship wasn't how it was supposed to be, actually it wasn't supposed to be at all.
I loved Buffy, I still love Buffy, but she's married. To someone who doesn't deserve her.
You'd think she'd realize her husband was having an affair on her, with my wife, might I add. Yup, my wife can't keep her hands off of anyone these days, especially anyone or anything Buffy cares about.
Faith is driven by her jealous of Buffy, I'm driven by my love for Buffy.
My twin Angelus is the same way, Yes I have a twin with a very similar name, see in our family, all of us have similar names. Like my aunt Cassidy her daughter is named Cassie. see? similar. Back to Angelus, he loves Buffy just as much as I do.
The day we meet her, standing out on the bridge of our county. Her beautiful blonde hair flowing down, she was a Goddess, and we worshipped her as such. We faught for her, and I eventually won, only to lose her again to Spike.
Time to go home, Thank God!
I walk out to my car and its amazing how it still feels like shes there, I know she's not because if she was, She would've done runned to me and begged me to make love to her in the backseat, but it never happens that way. I get in the car and the dream goes away. Simple.
I haven't been home in a VERY long time, it seems as if everytime I am, Somebody or someone ends up being hurt.
It all started back when Angel was actually with Buffy. his former wife.
See they were just starting their life together when I walked into the picture, She knew he had a twin, don't get me wrong, she knew about me, but she didn't know about me all at the same time.
I casually walked into her office, kinda like Angel would, and kissed her on the cheek she noticed something was different, she knew I wasn't him, but she didn't slap me, she didn't do anything but looked at me, like she was trying to read me. Poor girl nobody can really read me, not even Angel, but back to the story at hand.
She was so beautiful, I knew right off what Angel had saw in her. She had beautiful hazel eyes, and these beautiful round breasts, so I did what any sain man in my position would do, I kissed her, Hard, and I received a moan.
A sexy moan, a longing moan.
So I kiss her more, and the great thing is, She moans out MY name, and the bad thing, Angel's at the door.