It's Beginning To Snow
CohenTheKitty
Angel/Collins Onshot.
AN- It really is starting to really snow here where I am so I thought this was only appropriate. A what-if fic set a year after Roger and Mimi were reunited.
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Tom Collins looked out across the dirty, wet street stretched out before him, his eyes sweeping from mound of salty filth to curb to the bums sleeping in newspaper nearby. Taking his personal items closer be bravely ventured forward, feeling a frosty breeze behind him as the bus pulled away.
Click click click click.
He turned to Angel, watched her hurry forward to catch up with him and he smiled very softly. He paused and took her hand, nuzzling her neck as she hugged him and giggled, whispered something soft and endearing in his ear. Her hands sliding from his hips over his sides to slide around his neck as she pressed several warming kisses to his earlobe.
Goddamn she has such a filthy mind!
Angel pulled back very slightly to smile into his sweet, loving face. She leant forward and kissed his lips softly, then looked into those eyes again. He loved her so much, she could almost smell it on him. His nose nudged forward demandingly, now that she'd been so affectionate to him, he couldn't help but just want more and more of her loving attention. He smelled her lips, marijuana. Her skin, perfumed. He opened his eyes, her tan was darker.
Yes, it was no secret to anyone in the civilized world that Tom Collins loved Angel more than anything. He cared for her more than breath in his lungs or food in his body. He loved her so much he ached when she was just using the bathroom or bathing. He loved her so much that he'd nursed her in that hospital with all his strength, sleepless, day and night just because he wouldn't have been able to bear seeing her die.
Softness, aside from her. It confused him. He was so used to her being the sole source of warmth, light and soft touch in his lifestyle. He lifted his head to gaze up into polluted, cloudy skies. He blinked as something soft fell onto his face. Another something and then another. He stuck out his tongue and one something landed on it and then melted. He looked at Angel with a huge, boyish smile.
"Baby, it's snowing!"
Angel had had enough of his distance, as slight as it was. She shoved the suitcases and such onto the ground to get damp and dirty and slid her arms around him. Her eyes danced into his as she smiled up at her lover and she leant her cheek against his. "So it's snowing, so it's cold, so I love you." She pressed her nose firmly to his now. "So kiss me."
And Tom Collins did just that, with all the love in his heart pouring out to mingle into hers. She wrapped her arms tighter around him and kissed him more deeply as Collins lifted her into the air. She tried not to laugh into his mouth, she tried really, really hard. But the inertia of spinning in the air while she was in his arms just made her too happy to do anything but throw her head back and let out warm, glorious laughter.
It was a scene no one ever experienced before or since on Christmas morning, and from their perch on the fire escape, Mimi, Roger and Mark all smiled and one by one filed back inside to make way for the lovebirds who never seemed to ever feel darkness in their lived now that they were together. No matter how long it lasted or how many times they were hurt or scared or sick, this moment would stand out forever, and to this day Mark Cohen goes onto that fire escape every Christmas Morning to watch Angel and Collins, floating in the fresh snow.
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