Collins had slept on the couch, if you could call it that, given the injuries, which kept waking him each time he moved. Angel, likewise, simply could not sleep as she lay in her own bed as she thought about what had happened earlier that evening, what she could have possibly missed at life support, and of course the fact that Collins was sleeping, or at least laying on the couch, in the next room. She remembered all the people she had hosted in the past, some of whom stole from her, disappeared before she awoke, or even had to be rushed to the emergency room as they were not breathing by the time Angel found them in the morning. She hoped that Collins would be okay—she'd make sure he would be if she could help it. Earlier that evening Angel and Collins drank hot chocolate and fought sleep until they could no longer stand it as they talked about their lives, and what made Collins come back to the city. Angel couldn't recall when she had last laughed so hard and experienced so many different emotions in such a short span of time.
It was the morning after Collins and Angel's first meeting in the filthy alleyway, and they were about to pick up breakfast and head to Mark and Roger's.
"I'll go sort out the couch before we go," said Collins as he began to turn away from Angel. She quickly grasped his wrist and held it firmly as he slowly turned back towards her. Collins examined Angel's face for any sign of emotion, but instead noticed her starring at his lips. After several long moments, Angel instinctually licked her bottom lip and sucked it into her mouth. For a moment Collins looked as though he was about to say something, but instead closed his mouth and took a step closer. Suddenly Angel realized that his hand was on her shoulder—
"Lint" Collins said lamely, quickly presenting the invisible speckle of dust in front of her. Angel offered a weak, distant smile and looked at Collins once more. Suddenly she charged forward, slightly touching Collins's lips with hers, and then moving only inches away so she could feel his breath on her skin. Angel's eyes were closed and internally she struggled with what she should do next. Collins noted her silence, and decided that he would not push Angel, but rather urge her by placing a slow kiss just to the left of her mouth. Before he had the chance to move away completely, Angel turned her head and simply held her lips to his without much movement at all, closing her mouth around his after several moments, and remaining there in order to explore this new territory. Collins was the first to pull away, coming back almost instantly to enclose Angel's lips with his own. As her grip on his wrist loosened Collins began to intertwine his fingers with Angel's, pulling her closer in the process.
After several slow kisses, Angel began giggling, causing Collins to pull away with a questioning look.
"Do we have to go?" Angel asked looking up at Collins.
"No," he smiled back, moving in for another kiss as his stomach began to gurgle rather loudly. They both chuckled.
Angel kissed Collins quickly and pulled him towards the door—"We'll get back to this later." It did not matter, because Collins was holding Angel's hand and as long as she would keep him close, he would agree to anything at this point.