Pride
A Oneshot Angel/Collins ficlet.
By CohenTheKitty
AN- Hey everyone! SO sorry to not have updated sooner, this is just to give you guys something to chew on while I get everything I've been working on completed! Love you all, please review!
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Angel turned in Collins arms, the lumpy, soft couch warm from their combined body heat. She listened to his heart for a moment, and then asked him. "Baby, you know how you're black, right?" He looked up at her with a very curious expression and then nodded a little, stroking her back very gently, careful of all the sequins and stuff she's sewn onto her jacklet herself.
"Yeah of course."
"Well ok," She sat up now, looking down at him with honest curiosity. "Why February for Black History Month? I mean, Martin Luther King Jr day was LAST month, this is February. Where's the pride in having February for Black history month, Presidents day?"
Collins laughed warmly at that and sat up as well, relaxing back against the couch a little. "Well I don't know, maybe it was to make colored folks feel as important as the Preidents. Does it matter really? I don't think so, we get a month, I think we're doing pretty damn well."
Angel shrugged. "But, ok, do you feel ANY more pride in being black than you would have?"
He bit his lip and sat back, thought for a moment. "Well let me see. I have a wonderful sexy Dominican lover who I would have whether I was black or white and whether I have a month dedicated to all my brothers and sisters. I get good jobs and got pretty good grades for a 'minority' that this month wouldn't have affected, but then I look back at all the people we reflect on in this month and think, 'If it weren't for them, I wouldn't have all this'. So yes and no, I maybe think about it more than I would were there not a month."
Angel smiled and kissed him softly, nuzzled her nose against his as she smiled and whispered gently. "I love you, my big black lug of love."
He laughed too. "I love you more, my sweet, beautiful, hispanic hunny."
"I'm your hunny? I like that."
He chuckled and pulled her into his lap. "Thought you would. You're not gonna make me attend 14 billion Negro Pride seminars now, right baby?"
"No." She smiled, ran her hands over his head. "No, I don't think so. You'll just have to write a sentence on a special piece of paper every day saying why you're proud to be black."
He laughed at her, shook his head, kissed her nose. "You're weird."
"You love it."
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Short. Sweet. To the point.