A/N: I normally don't portray Angel like this…I feel that Angel has nothing to complain about in the looks department nor would she really care…she isn't vain. But the story idea seemed really cute so I decided to go ahead with it…
"I HATE YOOOU!!!"
Alarmed, Collins looked up from the paper. Closing it, he quickly set it down on the floor and stared off into the direction of the bedroom in wonder. Angel's impassioned cry of anger came from there.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
Moments later, he heard the bedroom door open and footsteps coming down the hall. When Angel finally entered the living room area, he was dressed in a T shirt and jeans…nothing fancy. His face appeared flushed…he looked frustrated and on the verge of tears.
"What's the matter, Angelcake??" Collins opened his arms as Angel approached him, allowing Angel to sit in his lap. He wrapped his strong arms around the Latino, holding him close. Angel leaned his head on his chest, sighing.
"Just forget it." Angel pouted. "It's kind of stupid, really…"
"You can tell me anything, Ang. I wanna know what has made you so upset…" Collins insisted, rubbing his back with one hand.
"Well, you know that new pair of jeans I just bought? I tried them on. When I looked in the mirror…I just couldn't believe how fat they made my ass look. I took them off and stomped up and down on them a couple of times…" Angel shrugged, a sheepish grin on his face. "Talk about your male PMS…"
"Angel! You are NOT fat by any stretch of any imagination! Do you know how many gay guys would kill to be blessed with an ass like yours?? It's a gift! You have a great ass!" Collins shook his head incredulously. In fact, Angel had been happier, healthier, more energetic, and looking better than he had been a few months ago. On the scale of ups and downs for the roller coaster known as health, this period of time was definitely an 'up'.
"Thanks, honey." Angel sighed again. "I usually don't care about this kind of thing. I've just been feeling so grouchy today…I don't know what's wrong with me…"
"You're just having a bad day, Angelcake. Everybody has them." Collins laughed.
"Yeah. I guess so…" Angel replied quietly.
The lovers remained silent for a moment. Then, Collins spoke up…
"Now, back to the subject of asses..."
Angel giggled, knowing where this was going.
"…Nothing is more unattractive than those super skinny models with the flat, pancake asses. I enjoy something I can actually get a grip onto…" Collins continued, trying to grab Angel's backside as he talked.
"Thanks, baby. You really know how to make me feel better!" Angel squeaked a little, jumping as Collins finally found his target. Angel was now giggling madly.
"Angelcake…" Collins breathed. "All of this ass talk is turning me on…"
"Me too…" Angel admitted, smiling slyly. "Do you wanna make me feel truly better??"
Collins smirked. He loved Angel…all of Angel. Especially his cute little ass…
THE END