A/N: Yay okay so this is another OneShot. I love writing AngelCollins and I would like to dedicate this to my dear friend Jenna for helping me with the idea! We both love Breakfast at Tiffanys too. Please R&R! Very cheesy!
Angel loved it when it rained.
She loved the smell of rain, the sound it made against the window when it fell, and the puddles it made outside the apartment.
She also loved watching an old movie and snuggling up to Collins in their loft when it rained, which she had chosen to do today.
The movie they picked (well Angel picked it, Collins had to go along with whatever she decided) was Angel's all time favorite; Breakfast at Tiffany's.
Angel had loved Audrey Hepburn ever since she could remember, and of course, George Peppard was delicious eye candy.
Angel was wrapped up in a blanket, her head leaning on Collins shoulder. When she thought he was falling asleep she would nudge him a few times.
"I'm awake, baby." He'd always say, yawning and continuing to smoke his lit joint.
Angel smiled as Holly strummed out the first chords of Moon River, mouthing along the lyrics.
"God this is cheese." Collins muttered.
"Shut up." Angel frowned, nudged him in the ribs as hard as she could.
"Sorry, sorry." Collins sighed, rolling his eyes. He hated black and white movies. Hell, he hated movies in general.
Collins stayed awake throughout the movie, only because of the fact that he didn't want to get nudged in the ribs again, and because he knew how much Angel loved it.
When it was over, Angel sighed and turned off the tv, the rain was still coming down.
"Isn't it romantic how the kiss in the rain at the end?" Angel asked, smiling and snuggling closer to Collins.
"I guess. I don't know about having that damn cat in between them."
Angel rolled her eyes. "But isn't it a little romantic?"
Collins shrugged. "Sure."
Angel sighed again, burying her head into Collins shoulder.
"I've always wanted to be kissed in the rain like that."
Collins raised an eyebrow. "Really?"
"Mhmm."
A thought came to Collins.
"Okay then." He smiled and stood up, pulling Angel with him.
"B-but it's cold!" Angel sputtered, the blanket pooling around her feet. She attempted to pick it up again, but Collins pulled her away.
"Thomas, what are we doing?" She asked as he opened the door, pulling her along.
"You'll see."
Angel cursed as Collins ran down the stairwell, skipping every other step.
When they finally reached the bottom, Collins opened the door and pulled Angel out into the rain, clenching her waist tight and holding her close.
Angel could feel Collins warm breath cover her face, his hands covering her waist, and she slowly wrapped her arms around his neck.
They stood like that for what seemed like eternity, both getting soaked, but neither seemed to care.
Slowly they kissed, lips crashing into each others, tongues slowly dancing.
When they were finished, Angel giggled and pulled away, her hair was matted to her head.
"How do I look?" She asked, twirling for Collins.
"Very good. I must say, I'm amazed."
Angel giggled again and twirled again, her arms flying in the air.
"Angel baby, we better get inside or we are gonna catch a cold." Collins crossed his arms over his chest, trying to warm himself up. Although he did find slight amusement in watching Angel dance in the rain.
Angel faked a pout and sighed, grabbing his hand and pulling him inside.
"Fine, but you gotta promise we can do this again."
"Of course." Collins smiled as they climbed the stairs.
"But you know," Angel smiled and turned around, "We could take a warm shower."
Collins laughed as they climbed the rest of the stairs and entered the loft. "Save on our water bill?"
"Exactly what I was thinking."