TITLE: Coworkers
at the
How
Does The Washer Work Again?
AUTHOR: Bre
EMAIL: bre_chznone@yahoo.com
DISCLAIMER: Ha! Right... yeah, okay, I’m really sick of writing
this.
I
don’t own them!!
DISTRIBUTION: Please ask us if you’d like to take this. Zo, Primordial
Souls.
SPOILERS: Uh... Coworkers at
This
is supposed to come after that one...
AUTHOR’S NOTE: This is a part of the series "Spontaneous
Liaisons" being written by Zo
and I. This is a sequel of sorts to my fic,
"Coworkers at Doublemeat
Palace". I hope to have something out for "The
Flip Side..." soon, but it
just won’t come to me right now... yeah, and I changed the
POV. I have
such a hard time writing first person. This was somewhat
inspired by
Zo’s "Spin Cycle..." Great fic
if you haven’t read it already.
RATING: NC-17... were you
expecting anything else?
FEEDBACK: PLEASE!! You are talking about the ultimate
feedback whores here!!
SUMMARY: Angel seems to have forgotten how to use the
washer. He has to have
a clean uniform, doesn’t he?
DISTRIBUTION: This is for Zo. Thanks,
sweetie, for your wonderful words and for
being such a great friend! Love ya!
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"Hey... Buff?"
Buffy looked up from where she was cleaning the counter, what
seemed the hundredth time she’d done it. The damp cloth in her hand was quickly
drying and she would need to re-wet it again. And that would mean going back to
the locker room where the large sink was. Where he was.
From where he had called her.
"Yeah?" she called timidly.
It was early morning and it had been her turn to open the
restaurant and get everything ready to go. That’s what comes with working at
the same place for as many months as she had. But to her surprise, Angel had
already been there, rummaging around the locker room and moving in and out of
the kitchen, as if assessing his new office space. She had wondered how he’d
actually gotten in, but didn’t ask and he didn’t offer the information.
"Can you come back here for a sec? I’m having trouble with
something..."
Buffy sucked in a deep breath, as if in preparation. What could he
need help with? What could possibly be so damn complicated that he needed her
help with? A strong feeling - more of an urge - ran through her, making her
want to run away. What the hell was happening with her? What had he done to
her? What was he doing to her?
Staring down at the ugly counter top, she vividly remembered the
images of last night, when he had lifted her up and ravaged her completely. She
had never felt so completely satisfied as she came...
the feelings he evoked when he was deep inside her were mind-blowing and a
small part of her was determined not to lose that. Not to lose that feeling of
closeness one could only feel with a stranger.
"Coming!"
Angel smirked at her use of words. He stood in the very back of
the restaurant, near the emergency exit where the washing machine and dryer
were. He had his clean uniform in hand but Buffy didn’t need to know that
little tidbit. Where would the fun be in all this if she knew that?
Angel felt his dick harden instantly at the sound of her moving around,
coming closer to where he was standing. Flashes of what had happened the night
before flew through his mind and it was all he could do to not seek rather than
just stand there and wait for her to come to him.
And the tight jeans he was wearing weren’t helping. He could feel
his cock bulging and the pants were becoming increasingly uncomfortable. But
his mind was almost instantly swept away when she came into view. She was
wearing her customary uniform and a brown skirt. He smiled inwardly. Good
girl.
Buffy could literally feel his leer as she came closer to him. She
forced an annoyed/professional mask onto her face.
"What do you need help with, Angel?"
Her voice was like having the most talented of tongues sucking on
his cock and he smirked at her. He turned towards the washer, fully aware of
her awareness of his bulging pants. "I don’t remember how to use the
washer."
Buffy lifted an eyebrow. "It’s a washer. Probably like the
one you have at home."
Angel grinned teasingly. "Yeah, well, mine’s old, so they’re
different. Could you show me?"
"Why do you need the washer? Your uniform is clean."
Angel shrugged. "Never know where it’s been. Plus, I like to
be clean."
Buffy narrowed his eyes at his comment. The way the words rolled of
his tongue... it was as if he was making everything he said a seduction. It
gave her chills of anticipation rather than disgust. Swallowing, she stepped
forward and leaned over to reach the large dial.
"First, you need to-"
Buffy’s words were cut off as he suddenly appeared behind her,
pushing his chest into her back as he leaned forward as well. Buffy gasped at
the feeling of his large cock pushing into her behind. Closing her eyes, she
immediately swayed backwards in an attempt to get further contact where she
wanted it more. But Angel had other plans.
"And?"
Buffy’s eyes snapped open and she blinked a few times.
"And..."
Her eyes fluttered as his hands moved to cradle her hips before
moving up her sides, the long digits caressing her through the cheap cotton she
wore. A strangled moan escaped her mouth as his fingertips barely grazed the
undersides of her breasts.
"Buffy? I still need to know how to use the washer..."
"Yes, the washer," Buffy said, her voice heavy with the
sudden attack of lust as she forced herself to focus on the large dial... such
a large piece of plastic. But not as big as the warm,
delicious...
"Buffy?"
"First," Buffy said loudly, "you need to push it
in." She pushed the button in just as Angel thrust against her. Buffy moaned
again, spreading her legs further in an attempt to invite.
"Then you pour the detergent in..."
"Done it already," Angel whispered into her ear, his
cool breath warming her skin.
"And then... you need to turn the knob to what you
want." She moved the button in a circle, her arm heavy with the exertion.
The only thing she wanted to be doing was wrapping it around his neck as he
fucked her into the wall...
"Mmmhmmm..." he murmured into
her neck, his lips centimeters away from touching her skin. She gasped as his
tongue darted out to taste her.
"And then you pull."
Angel spun her around as she pulled the button, pushing her
against the white washer as he moved to kiss her. Buffy eagerly complied,
standing up taller to wrap her arms around his shoulders. She felt his fingers
biting into her hips and she lifted a leg, wrapping it around him until she was
cradling his ass.
"Angel," she gasped as his lips moved to her neck, his
tongue darting. She moaned loudly as he lifted her up. The sound of the water
rushing into large washer was deafening in her ears, as was her heartbeat as he
forced himself between her legs, pulling her to the edge.
No words were spoken as he pushed her skirt upwards,
giving him sight to one of the smallest thongs he had ever seen. There was no
need to rip off any panties this time. Buffy watched as he watched his hand
move away the tiny strap that was called underwear to reveal her pink pussy.
Smiling slightly at his exploration, she gasped as his finger
moved up her cleft, pushing past her vaginal lips. Buffy felt her hips jerk as
he grazed her clit.
Buffy felt the jerk in the washer as it finally began to clean
whatever was in there, which she suspected was nothing. She didn’t remember him
placing his uniform in there...
Moaning loudly, she threw her head back as the tiny vibrations
from the machine filtered through her body, moving directly towards her core.
Angel smirked at her actions. If she thought that was nice...
Buffy heard him unzipping his pants and opened her eyes in time to
see him thrust into her. She cried out his name once more as he pulled her to
the edge of the washer, filling her fully. Lifting her legs to wrap around his
hips, she used them to assist his hard thrusts, her cries slowly getting louder
and louder.
Angel grunted, leaning forward, his eyes closed tightly. The
sensation of having her tightness squeezing him as wonderfully as it was was fantastic and he knew that it would merely be a short
few minutes before he would be shooting his seed into her.
Reaching around her, her found the large
button that Buffy had been using to help assist her mini-tutorial. He wasn’t a
moron and he knew Buffy knew that. He knew how to use a washer. Twisting the
small knob, he felt the washer instantly respond as it began to drain all the
water in the large basin and spin as it sucked the excess water out.
Buffy’s eyes flew open as she released a loud cry, her eyes
closing as the shaking washer shook them both. Angel cried out with her as she
thrust into him. She felt his nails digging into her waist while his other hand
held him up, providing him with leverage.
"Oh, God," Buffy cried, clenching her teeth and
squeezing her eyes shut. A few short moments later, she squealed, "I’m
coming! Oh, god, I’m coming! Yes! Angel! Yes, yes! Oh... God!"
Angel felt his entire body tense as he finally let go, shooting
his seed deep into her body.
Buffy stilled for a moment as she finally fell into the precipice of
intense pleasure she had only ever felt with this one man. Groaning loudly, she
felt him fall against her as the washer shook beneath them, still spinning
violently. She felt another orgasm approach quickly and she thrust up wildly
before falling over once more, keening her pleasure as she arched into him.
Buffy reached two more peaks before Angel fell back, taking her
with him. Digging her nails into his shoulders, they laid against the floor,
Buffy resting on top of him, drowsy and both surprisingly comfortable within
each other’s arms.
Several minutes later, the washer finally stilled and Buffy lifted
her head, propping her chin on his chest. He looked down at her with
heavy-lidded eyes.
"You lied," she said matter-of-factly. "You said
you didn’t know how to use a washer."
Angel chuckled. Thrusting up against her, he smiled as she closed
her eyes, her juices running rampant.
"I don’t see you complaining."
The End