The Laundromat Incident

‘My luck has turned to shit,’ Angel thought angrily. Everything was going fine until Spike had come over, saying that he had to Angel’s washer ‘cause his was on the fritz. And Angel still couldn’t believe he had let Spike into the apartment. When Spike finally was finished and left with his laundry, Angel went to use the washer, and found that it wasn’t running right. It was working fine before Spike came over. For the life of him Angel didn’t know what Spike had done to it. ‘I think the peroxide has soaked into his brain, how difficult is it to run a goddamn washing machine?...... But no Mr.I’m-so-rough-and-tough-I’ve-gotta-have-marshmellows-in-my-coco. has to go break the damned thing.’

Now, Angel found himself trudging through the pouring rain to get to the 24 hour Laundromat with his duffle bag hanging off his right shoulder. It was raining so badly that he thought *I haven’t a rat’s chance in hell, getting there dry.* Finally getting there and giving the plate glass door an urgent tug Angel stepped inside. Much to his surprise he saw a pair of hazel eyes gave Angel the once-over. He pause in the doorway as the hairs at the nape of his neck stood on end. He knew then and there that Buffy stood just a few yard away from him, feeding an armful of dirty clothes into a washer. Buffy’s guard went up when she heard the door open, but relaxed it a bit when she saw it was Angel. As Buffy gave him another quick once over all she > > could think was ‘Damn, he looks so yummy when he’s wet,’ Then she mentally slapped herself. ‘No no, no. Very naughty Buffy; don’t think like that!!’ She wanted "space" and he had given her that much to their personal dismay.

"Lousy night to be out huh?" Buffy asked quietly

"That’s an understatment" Angel replied somewhat uncomfortably, as he mussed his hair sending big raindrops from his spiked crown.

"I didn’t expect you to come here." she said

"Yeah well, my washer’s on the fritz.... thanks to Spike." he answered. She giggled as she finished stuffing the clothes to the washer. Then she stood before him in a see-through blue raincoat, that reached just past her ass, and nothing else. Angel was shocked, and pleased at the same time. He also couldn’t take his eyes off her to turn around so he just stood there eyeing her.

"Could you not stare please?"

"Buffy" Angel tried to look her in the eyes but found he couldn’t, her hourglass figure, her perfectly rounded breasts and nipples jutted out at him, teasing him, and were just begging to be touched. "I wasn’t expecting anyone so, I figured I’d wash everything." she replied embarassed, and reddened even more then she already was. Angel was trying to keep his reaction to her under control. "You’re beautiful..." he found himself saying.

"I..." The last of his praise was caught up by a bright flash of light and a crash that broke the darkness. Buffy squealed and launched herself into Angel’s arms. He dropped his bag and wrapped his arms around Buffy as there was a slight flicker of the lights in warning, then the lights went out leaving them in darkness. Angel’s only instinct was to wrap his arms more tightly around her.

"God I hate it when it does that." Buffy murmured into Angel’s chest."Just hold me ‘till it stops."

The delicious feel of her body caused Angel’s shaft to harden and lengthen. Suddenly Buffy’s hand moved down between them, and cupped him through his jeans.

"Buffy maybe—" Angel was cut off in mid sentence, by Buffy’s hand unzipping the zipper, reaching inside and pumping him. Angel groaned, and began a low purring in the back of his throat. As Buffy pumped him faster and faster, Angel felt his need and desire climb to a breaking point in a matter of seconds. He pushed Buffy back until she was against one of the washers. Spinning Buffy around so that her ass was towards him Angel moved the raincoat uncovering her perfectly rounded ass. He then let his pants fall to his ankles, and shoved his cock in her they both moaned at the pleasure of being filled. Taking a moment to let Buffy get used to the size of him, he began moving in long deliberate thrusts and Buffy met every one willingly.

Buffy moans and whimpers were mirrored by Angel’s groans. Then out of nowhere heard Buffy shirek and the lights came back on. They both looked towards the door and saw the Scooby gang’s shocked faces.