I don't know why I wrote this. Maybe it's exhaustion or maybe I'm in need of fluff. You know, it's probably both.
Sorry for mistakes.
Disclaimer: If I own RENT, over there's my pet unicorn, Lola.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
"What's wrong, Angel?" Collins awoke to a bloodcurdling scream.
Angel was curled into fetal position under their covers. "Over there," he said without pointing.
"Where, Ang?"
"Over by the window! There was a-a THING over there! I couldn't sleep so I turned a light on to read a book, and when I turned it on there was this thing and then I heard tapping, and now I've brought us full circle." He pulled the blanket off his head. "Can you check it out please?" Angel pouted.
"Okay" Collins said. He kissed Angel on the lips. "For you and you only."
"Thank you, sweetie. I love you."
Collins swung his long legs over the edge of their bed and got up. He walked over to the window and started to investigate. There was nothing there. He called over to Angel to turn on his light again. When he obliged, there was a black thing on the window and he, too, heard the tapping noise along with Angel's scared breaths. He looked out the window and saw what Angel was scared of. He started giggling which turned into a can't-breath-clutching-my-sides laughing. Angel just stared at him.
"What the hell do you find so funny?" Angel asked, getting kind of mad.
"Angelcake, you were scared of a moth! A tiny moth!" Collins managed to get out between guffaws.
Angel started to giggle. Then, he, too, was laughing so hard he almost peed his pants. When they finally calmed down, Collins walked back over to the bed and hugged his lover.
"I'm sorry I laughed," Collins whispered.
"It's okay. It was pretty funny!" Angel whispered back, which just brought on more bouts of giggles. Angel kissed him when they calmed down again.
"You know that pout that you did was really kind of sexy?"
"Really, Collins? That turned you on? You have got to be the horniest guy in New York!"
"Yeah, but that's why you love me." Collins countered. He laid down and Angel snuggled into his chest, fitting perfectly.
"No, I love you because you're sweet and you're cute and you're smart and you make me laugh even when all I want to do is cry. And even before I know I'm sick, you've called into your office feigning some illness just so you can take care of me. And--"
"There's more?" Collins interrupted.
"Yes, there's more. I could sit here for the rest of my life listing everything I love about you, but I'd get bored eventually and so would you."
They just laid there for some time. They weren't keeping track in minutes. They were keeping track in kisses. One thousand one, one thousand two. They lost track again.
"You want to know why I love you?" Collins asked. He felt Angel nod and continued. "I love that you're nice to everyone. Even the people, who don't deserve it, like that homeless lady who went crazy when my albino pumpkin-head was filming her. And you have such a huge--"
"Collins!" Angel exclaimed.
"What?" he asked innocently, "I was going to say heart! Anyway, I love that even though you have been cured of HIV, you still live each moment as your last. And I love that every day I ask God what I did to deserve my very own angel."
"I love you" Angel murmured, sleepily into his chest.
Collins kissed the top of his head. "I love you too, my Angel. And I promise to love you until we die, and even then I'm not done."
He closed his eyes and fell asleep with his miracle in his arms.
So how many got cavities from the sweetness? (counts hands) Don't worry, me too!
So yeah, I just had to write it! Even if it sucks, I don't care.
So R&R and you'll get a muffin!
