The Error Message
S J Smith
Disclaimer: Not now, no how, not ever.
Summary: Written for the prompts, "Angel" and "The error message." B/A.
"I don't understand." Angel peered at the red light, his scowl darkening with every single blink. "Why won't it work?"
Buffy sighed, taking the remote control away from her technologically inept boyfriend. "Seriously, Angel, it's not rocket science." She punched a couple of buttons, handing the remote back to Angel with a cheeky grin. "See? It's easy."
Angel gave the remote an offended look, turning it in his hand.
"C'mon, Angel," Buffy plucked the device from his hand, tossing it aside. "We've got better things to do with our time." So saying, she pushed him back into a chair and climbed into his lap.
"Hmm," Angel wrapped his arms around her, "you just may be right."