Chapter 25 Down in the laundry room

After searching for what seemed like hours, Jeff finally found the small room in which to do his laundry, he waited for as long as he could before taking some dirty shirts to be washed. He could only hope that Storm was there, he pushed the door open softly, his breath catching in his throat, there she was doing her laundry. It didn't help that she was wearing so very little, short jean shorts that looked even shorter on her long legs, a shirt that was barely there, he knew why she was wearing less clothing, it was damn hot in the little room.

"Storm?"

She ignored him and just kept shaking her booty to the music jammed in her ears, Jeff wasn't even sure why he was trying to get attention, he was far happier to watch her dance. Her shapely butt moving was far better than anything else, shaking it loose he decided it would be better if he did let her know that he was there, he really didn't want to be branded a pervert. He gently touched her shoulder, her skin softer than he thought possible, she jumped at his touch, turning around but relief washed over her face when she saw it was Jeff and not anyone else.

"Sorry, I thought you heard me call out"

Storm stopped her I-pod, "Sorry I could only hear the Offspring and Guns & Roses"

"Well if there is anyone worth listening too, its them"

Storm let out a tiny nervous laugh, "So do you actually have washing or are you just exploring?"

Jeff picked a machine right next to her's, "I actually have washing, imagine that"

"Well then you might wanna put the machine on general wash instead of heavy unless you want your clothes ripped" Storm pointed out as he loaded his clothes into the machine, Jeff had no idea what he was doing but he didn't want Storm to know that.

"Jeff have you done this before?" Storm asked soflty before she could stop it, but seeing the confusion on his face bought back the memories of when she first got to this country, she couldn't do anything simple like washing or taking care of herself, she was too scared. She was raised in a way that solely taught her that she wasn't important enough to deserve being taken care of. She could only thank God that she was in a much better place now.

Jeff laughed it off, it wasn't a big deal at least he wasn't going to make it one. "Nah, is it that obvious?"

"A little, but don't worry, at least you know what a washing machine is, my cousin calls it the magic box that makes the blood come out"

"Weird, thats Matt calls it"

Storm pressed a couple of buttons and pulled out a leaver, "There you go all ready, you just gotta press start"

"You've done this alot I take it"

"No, believe it or not but I used to do this by hand"

"Are you serious?"

"Indeed. So how come your doing your own washing? Thought you would have a maid?"

Jeff laughed again "I did have a maid once, his name was Matt but then I found out he was screwing the pool girl, Lita"

"Sounds like some sort of soap opera"

"Yeah I find it weird too" Jeff mused as her machine buzzed, Storm opened the lid and pulled clothes out and loaded them into the dryer. "Are you going now?"

Storm usually did leave now, her clothes were safe until morning but she was enjoying the conversation with Jeff that she decided to stay a little longer. At least until it got weird and knowing her it would.

"How can you stand being down here for so long, I swear I'm sweatin buckets" Jeff wiped his face before shoving the shirt into the machine. Storm however was used to the heat, this was cool and comfortable compared to what she had been through.

"I don't feel it, I guess I'm used to it"

"Don't know how you could be used to heat like this Storm"

Spend hours locked in a house that was practically a suana and then open the window only to find that it was twice as hot outside and then as punishment you're chained to a radiator. "I don't know, I just am"

Jeff joined her up on a spare machine, while his clothes washed and her's dried the conversation continued, she allowed little snippets about herself to slip through, her father was a wrestler, she didn't say who but apparently Jeff knew him. She had two half-sisters who she adored. Her features were real, not that it mattered to other people because Storm wasn't around people as much as she would of liked. Storm stopped talking after that, that was all she would allow to get through, it was enough and hopefully it was nuetral information, it shouldn't make any difference to Jeff and if it did then clearly he was more complicated than Storm thought.

"Where did you grow up?" Jeff asked after he had divulged the same information to her, it was a harmless question but it still made her eyes well up with tears. Of all the things it was that question that she still had difficulty with, partly because it reminded her so strongly of the day her father let her down and because thats where hell started, a hell she never thought she would escape.

Jeff touched her face, "Hey I didn't mean to upset you"

Storm shook it off, trying to control herself, it was hard and she just knew that it wasn't going to end well. His smooth hands on her face wasn't helping, when she thought it was under control she took her chance. "Sorry thats a bit of a sore spot"

"I understand" Jeff said even though he had no freaking idea at all. His hand was still on her face and for a moment his eyes peered into the white abyss. He didn't know why or even how, but his lips found her's and for a moment he was lost in the sweet candy that were her full pouty lips. Her hand pushed his chest and her fist caught his stomach, the air was pushed from his lungs as Storm fled from the laundry room. Jeff had no idea what the hell just happened. And neither did Storm.