Shower to Shower

I wrote this because there just isn't enough Broadway/Angela out there.

Jim zipped around the corner into an ally and ducked behind a dumpster. The old lady had gone down like a ton of bricks and the oversized purse was his! He unsnapped it and started looking for money.

"I saw what you did. I didn't like it."

Jim stiffened when he heard the feminine voice. "Wha? Who's there?" He looked around rapidly.

"She was walking with a cane. You may have seriously injured her and you took her belongings!" The accusing voice echoed in the ally. It was hard to say just where it was coming from. "Are you proud of yourself?"

"Are-are you my conscience or something?"

An almost musical laugh followed. "You know those cartoons where someone has an angel on one shoulder and a demon on the other?" Suddenly, a purple-skinned girl with glowing red eyes swooped down in front of him. "I'm both."

Jim had heard of gargoyles from other criminals. This had to be one. Jim started to run when he was grabbed by arms stronger than what he expected. "You're coming with me, thief!" said the female gargoyle. Jim still had his knuckledusters on his right hand and his lower arm was free. With a swing, he connected to the gargoyle's face. She gave a grunt and let go. Jim ran away at top speed, not bothering to look back.

Jim had always been proud of the fact that he could run fast for a city boy. It had helped him elude the police many times. The wharf wasn't far. Lots of nooks and crannies to run and hide there. Jim saw a garbage barge starting to pull away from a pier. With a running jump, he managed to land on it. The refuse was awful, but at least he had lost that monster! Jim laughed at his good fortune and tried again to search the contents of the purse. "Gotta get up pretty early in the morning to get the drop on ol' Jim Sykes!" he said to himself, just before he was tackled and laid out face down in garbage.

"Funny. I don't wake up until sunset." The female gargoyle had found him! Jim's arms were pinned down. Sharp yet nimble talons pried the knuckledusters from his fingers. A loud plop told Jim that his favorite weapon was on its way to the bottom of the Hudson River.

"Those cost me fifty dollars!" Jim protested.

"Stop whining." He was pulled to his feet and the purse taken from him. "Did you take anything out of here?"

"Uh-uh. Didn't have time. Listen, doll, take the purse. Just don't hurt me!"

"First, don't call me 'doll'. Second, you have to pay for your crime."

"Oh, c'mon!" Jim flashed a smile that he knew that most females found charming. "You don't wanna hurt me. You're a nice girl, ain't ya?"

She smiled benignly at him and patted his cheek. "Beware the nice ones." she advised before slinging him over her shoulder and spreading her wings. Jim screamed as they rode a current of air over the river. "Would you mind not screaming? It really hurts my ears."

"You-you can't do this to me!" Jim protested. "I didn't do nothin' to you."

"You didn't do anything to me." she gently corrected. "But you hurt a defenseless old woman. You must be punished."

"Aw, please, no!" Jim screamed. "I won't steal no more! I'll call my dad like I've been meaning to! I'll go to church every Sunday for the rest of my life! I-I-I'll even try and cut back on porno!"

She gave a weary sigh. "I don't care about those things."

"But...aren't you a minion of Hell or Heaven? One of them places?"

"I am nobody's minion." was the pat answer. The gargoyle's attention was captured by a red Fairlane on the street below. "Ah, there she is." The gargoyle made some swoops in front of the car, causing it to stop. A dusky woman in a red bomber jacket stepped out of the car.

"Hi, Angela." said the woman. "What did you bring?" She spoke as if to a roommate about groceries.

"Purse snatcher." said Angela, as she made her landing. "Lexington's helping the old woman he knocked down. Careful with him, Elisa, he fights rough."

"Oh, rough is he?" Elisa took out her cuffs. "Bend him over the hood." Jim was held down and cuffed. "You have the right to remain silent...."

"Yeah, whatever!" said Jim. "Just get me away from that freak!"

"Anything you say can and will be held against you in a court of law." As Elisa stuffed him in the back, she noticed his foul stench. "Ugh! I'm going to have to clean my car out! Anyway, you have the right to an attorney. Should you be unable to afford an attorney, one will be provided by the state. Do you understand these rights?"

"Yeah, yeah, let's go."

"He give you a name, Angela?"

"I overheard him talking to himself. He called himself Jim Sykes."

Elisa typed the name into the computer in her car. "James Frederick Sykes. Three warrants out for theft, assault and criminal mischief. Looks like you may be going on vacation, Jimmy. Can I see the purse, Angela?"

"Here you go." Angela had been wearing it over her shoulder since she had taken it from Jim. "Can you give it back to its owner?"

"We'll certainly try." As Elisa got close enough to take the purse, she grabbed her nose and gagged in disgust. "Angela, that guy's stench must have rubbed off on you!"

"I had to chase him down in a garbage barge." Angela explained.

Elisa took a closer look at Angela's face. "How'd you get that shiner?"

Adrenalin gone, Angela was now aware of her throbbing right eye. "He had something heavy in his hand." she said. "He hit me with it."

"Angela," said Elisa. "When you grab someone, make sure their hands are pinned to their sides like this." Elisa demonstrated a proper grab hold for Angela.

"I won't make that mistake again, Elisa." said Angela.

"Go take a shower." Elisa suggested. "Take some aspirin. Get an ice pack and call it a night. You earned it."

"Thanks, Elisa. Good-night." Angela leaped up to the roof of the car, spread her wings and glided away.

The first person Angela met as she entered the castle was Fox. "Angela, you smell like you took a nose dive into a garbage heap!" she said, hand over her nose. "What happened?"

"I took a nose dive into a garbage heap." Angela responded.

"The nearest bathroom's down the hall on the left." said Fox. "Use whatever you need to kill that stench. Send your dress down the laundry chute and we'll have Owen wash it. In the meantime, you can borrow my bathrobe. You'll find it on a clothes hook."

"Thanks, Fox. See you later."

In the bathroom, Angela unlaced her bodice and unbuckled her belt. She put the roll of gauze she had taken to carrying with her in the medicine cabinet and took out a bottle of aspirin. She gulped down two and looked at her reflection. The bruise under her eye was still forming. She could feel it throbbing. She winced then started to take off her dress. As she took off the garment, she realized just how awful it smelled. "Yuck! I smell so bad I can hardly stand myself." she said as she tossed it down the laundry chute. She put her earrings and bracelet on the lavatory, untied her hair and entered the shower. "Let's see...H is hot. C is cold." Angela was still acclimating herself to human conveniences. She turned the knobs until she got a spray of pleasantly warm water. This was very nice. It reminded Angela of a waterfall she used to play in on Avalon. She stretched her arms, turned about and let the water drip all over her body. She noticed a plastic bottle on a shelf. She picked it up and read the label. "Herbal Essence Shampoo." Angela had seen the commercials on the television for this product. The women would cry out in orgasm as they ran it through their hair- or had leather clad men do it for her. Hudson had warned her that not everything on the television was true, but Angela thought she'd try it anyway.

There was no orgasm. It smelled very nice, and it felt good to lather away all that gunk in her hair, but Angela felt no urge to moan in ecstasy. She rinsed and repeated as per the instructions on the back. Angela picked up a bottle of body wash and read the back of it. "To use: Pour a small amount onto a wet louffa. What's a louffa? I'll just use this sponge. Lather, then rinse. Warning: Avoid contact with eyes. For external use only. Well, I'm not going to eat it!" Angela laughed a bit and worked up a lather. The warm water, scented soap and soft sponge were such a welcome change from the stench of the garbage that Angela began to sing a bit to herself. It was something she heard on the radio not long ago.

Broadway was on his way to the kitchen when he heard the one thing that could take his mind off food. He heard Angela's voice mingling with the spray of a shower. "You can't hurry love." she was singing. "No, you'll just have to wait. She say love don't come easy. Well, it's a game of give and take." Broadway peeked inside the door. He could see Angela's naked silhouette in the shower. The vision caused a natural reaction in him. He realized that the bathroom was one of few places in the castle that he and Angela hadn't "christened" yet. He went in and tapped on the shower door. Angela started when she realized someone was in the bathroom. "It's just me." said Broadway. "Want me to scrub your back for you?" Angela giggled and opened the door for him. Broadway slipped off his loincloth and joined in.

Broadway found the sight of Angela dripping wet even more arousing than the sight of her naked silhouette. Beads of water cascaded over every dip and curve. Streams of water raced sinuously down her tail where his fingers longed to go. Her soaked hair clung to her as rivulets of water poured over her neck and shoulders. "Are you going to scrub my back?" asked Angela. "Or are you just going to admire the view?" Broadway grabbed the soap and sponge and got to work.

Angela relaxed as Broadway's strong but gentle hands soaped her back. She sighed softly and leaned forward as Broadway massaged her shoulders with the soft but nubby textured sponge. She gave a delighted gasp of surprise when Broadway started washing her sensitive wing membranes. The almost paper thin flesh was sensitive to the touch and Broadway knew it. She gave out a giggle when he started to wash the under part of her wings closest to her back. "I didn't know you had a tickle spot there." he said.

"Well I do!" He tickled her again. "Stop that!" she laughed, not really meaning it.

"OK, I'll touch you here, then." Broadway reached around and started sliding his soapy hands over her breasts.

"Oh...Broadway...oh...." Angela moaned as her lover gently squeezed and kneaded her breasts. She cried out again when he kissed her neck as he toyed with her nipples. Angela moaned Broadway's name as he groped her while his hard cock thrust against her tail. "More, please, oh, Broadway!"

"You'll get more." he promised, running slippery hands over the curves made by her rib cage, waist and hips. His hands brushed her thighs as his lips kissed a trail down her spine. Angela keened in pleasure as water sluiced over her body. Broadway hadn't even touched her clitoris yet and already she felt like cumming. She could almost feel her insides lubricating as his lips brushed the base of her tail. Then, finally, his fingers were on her clitoris. He made the not too firm, not too soft circles she had taught him to do while kissing the length of her tail. Angela found herself shouting out like the woman in the shampoo commercial, if not more so.

"Yes, Broadway, oh, yes!" she shouted, wantonly thrusting her hips. "Oh, Broadway, you're making me cum!"

"Cum for me, Angela." he murmured.

Angela gave out a feral roar as her orgasm tore through her body. Every nerve ending was jangling with intense pleasure that Broadway was giving her. Broadway had to hold her to keep her from slumping to the wet porcelain. When Angela finally calmed down, she looked into Broadway's eyes and said "Your turn."

But, when Broadway finally got a good look at her face, he was no longer interested in sex. "Angela? Who did this to you?" He gently touched the bruise under her eye.

Angela winced. The combination of aspirin, warm water and a mind blowing orgasm had made her forget about her black eye. "Oh, that?" she said. "I caught a thief but I didn't pin his arms down right and he got a good punch in." Broadway got out of the shower. Angela turned it off and followed him. "Hey, what's the hurry?"

Broadway was furious, but had just enough senses about him to put on his loincloth. "Where is this guy now, Angela?" he asked. "What did he look like?"

"It doesn't matter. I caught him again and took him to Elisa. He's probably in jail right now."

"Then that's where I'm going." His eyes were glowing white.

"Broadway!" Angela threw on a terrycloth robe with the initials FX embroidered on a pocket. She caught his arm. "Broadway, what are you thinking?"

"I'm thinking I'm going to go teach some punk what happens when he hurts my girl!"

"Broadway, it's just a bruise." she said. "The sun will heal it. Besides, do you really think Elisa would appreciate it if you broke into the jail to rough up a prisoner?"

"I guess not." Broadway calmed down.

"If you really want to do something for me." said Angela. "Then get me an ice pack and some chocolate ice cream."

"I can do that." he said with a smile.

"Then I'll show you what I can do for you." she promised. Broadway hurried to the kitchen for the ice pack and chocolate ice cream.