A/N: This is based off of something that happened to me a few days ago...
"I'm siiiiinging in the raaaaiiin..." Angel crooned the opening words of the beloved musical number. "Just siiiiinging in the raaaaiiin..."
Then she did a little skip.
Collins snorted, grinning widely.
"Is that all?? I thought you were gonna whirl around and splash in the puddles like Gene Kelly..."
"In these heels?? In this skirt??" Angel raised an eyebrow. "If I were in my street clothes, I'd try it!"
Collins gripped onto her hand as they walked. He leaned in, giving her a quick kiss on the cheek.
"Now that, I'd kill to see!"
Angel beamed. "Yeah! If it's still raining, I'll do it tonight! You can come dance with me...we'll be a dancing duet!"
The philosopher chuckled softly at his somewhat hyper lover. "Well, aren't you a little ray of sunshine!"
Angel giggled, batting her eyelashes. "Why, thank you! I just love the rain!"
"Really? I'm more of a sunshine person, myself...which is why I wanna visit Santa Fe someday..."
Collins stopped speaking suddenly, his eyes widening.
Still facing him, a look of concern graced Angel's features.
"What is it, baby? Are you okay??"
Collins opened his mouth to say something...
And promptly got a mouthful of water as a car roared by, splashing them both with dirty, muddy H2O.
"Ahhh!! God dammit!!" Angel shrieked. Soaked to the bone and shivering, she spun around, yelling after the car. "This was my best outfit, you moron!!"
The driver of the car didn't even slow down. He carelessly continued down the block, finally turning a corner and disappearing from sight.
Collins, on the other hand, was hunched over...trying to spit out the dirt.
"I think I'm gonna throw up..." He finally muttered, straightening up to look at his lover.
Angel was standing there, her clothes soaked and her wig plastered to her head. Her makeup was running and she had this murderous look in her eyes.
She reminded him of a wet cat. He couldn't help but laugh.
"Just what is so funny??" Angel tried to remain serious, even though a huge grin began to form on her face. She put her hands on her hips, giggling like mad.
Collins snaked his arms around her waist. Little squishing noises were heard as he pulled her to him.
"Nothin'. You look sexy when you're soaking wet..."
Actually, he thought that Angel would look sexy even in a plastic garbage bag.
"Awww! Thank you, honey. So do you..."
The lovers shared a sweet, lingering kiss.
"Thomas..." Angel breathed when he pulled away. She leaned her head on his chest.
"Hmmmm?" The professor was running his large, strong hands up and down the delicate bones in her back.
"I don't like the rain anymore."
THE END