this is disgustingly short, and i promise not to bother you dearies with any other little oneshots (i'll bother you with BIG oneshots!). Its jsut that after writing about Maureen adn Mimi and Mimi's mom and all them folk, i really needed to get a little Collins/Angel fluff out of my system. forgive me, please.
luvvies!
"Honey, how long have you been at those things?" Angel leaned against one side of the doorway, her arms crossed and one eyebrow raised. Collins, who had a pen clasped between his teeth and about six billion paper cuts, looked up from his truly gigantic pile of papers, all of which were covered in lots of itty-bitty print.
"Yi haf—" he stopped, then spit out the pen. "You have no idea. I tried to get some of it done at NYU, but this…" He gestured helplessly at the pile. "This is the result of procrastinating students who think that if they hand in ten pages instead of seven, I'll forgive them for writing it a month late. And would it kill them to use a spell-checker? For the love of god…" he muttered, leaning over the papers again. Angel sighed and went over to sit next to him on the couch. She put a hand on his knee and glanced at the paper he was scanning. It might as well have been written in Sanskrit, for all she understood. No help there, at least not from her.
"Well, don't you think you should take a little break? After all, they turned them in this late; they can wait a little bit longer, right?" She squeezed his knee slightly. He turned to her and put down the paper, though as he did, another paper cut made its mark on his finger.
"Ow! Angel, you know that I'd like nothing better than to take a break, preferably with you, but I can't. See, there's this whole thing with—" Angel very efficiently cut him off by kissing him.
Collins started to pull away, but then he relaxed into the kiss. Her hand slid a little farther down his knee. Finally, they had to break for air. He smiled at her.
"Ok. Now I promise that in a little while—"
"No. Now." Her voice was low. Before he could protest or disagree, she was kissing him again. Her tactic of shutting him up by kissing him was working out very well so far.
With one hand, she pushed his shoulder down. He moved backwards, finally lying on his back on the couch. Angel pulled back for a moment, just so she could raise her eyebrows at him. He made a groaning noise in his throat and reached up, pulling her face back towards his. Their lips connected and pressed together, tongues venturing forward. One of his arms wrapped around her waist, holding her securely against him.
The papers lay forgotten on the table.