Title: Dressing
Author: Sarah
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Pairing:.Well, duh. . .Angel/Collins, what else do I write?
Word Count: 431
Rating: Let's say PG
Genre: General
Summary: The morning after their second night together, Angel gets dressed, just for Collins
Notes: This is in movie-land. Written for speedrent.

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Warnings: Umm. . .it's a little sexy, not too much, I think.

Disclaimer: God, I love 'em, but I don't own 'em.

She felt his eyes on her and blushed a little. Why should he make her feel so shy? Lord knew she'd done the same things with countless men and never felt ashamed. Ashamed wasn't the right word anyway, she had no regrets about what they'd done together, so why did she feel so different with him? She'd been with numerous men, even loved some, but none had ever made her feel the way he did; nervous and giddy and as if she were 14 again. None had ever caused fireworks in her brain, simply by brushing her skin. Pushing those thoughts to the back of her mind, she focused on making a show for him, since he was watching. She pulled a pair of green patterned tights from her drawer and settled into her chair, sliding her hands into the smooth nylon, opening and scrunching the fabric at once, slipping one foot into the fabric, then doing the same with the other. Standing, she smoothed the tights up over her legs, which she knew were shapely and attractive, and slid them over her lacy underwear, turning and placing one foot on the chair, pretending her tights needed more adjustments, but mainly giving him a better view of her ass.

Tipping him a flirtatious wink, she went to the closet, pulled out a short white floral printed skirt, stepped into it and slid it up her thighs, over her perfect little butt and fastened it around her small waist. Though all the shoes she really wanted were on the floor, she reached way up high up on one of the shelves for a rarely-worn pair, just to show off her lithe, strong body, toned by years of dancing. She pulled a tight orange, green, and yellow sweater from a hanger and slipped it on one arm then the other, smoothing it over her chest and zipping the front. Finally, she picked up her dark wig and pulled it onto her head, making her transformation from young Latin man to young Latin woman almost complete.

His eyes never left her body. Who knew watching someone get dressed could be so sexy? At that moment, he vowed to happily grovel at her feet for the rest of her life if she wished it. She slipped her feet into her incredible black patent platform shoes and beckoned him over. He came and knelt at her feet as she indicated. Wrinkling her nose in a sweetly diabolical grin, she lifted and placed her foot on his knee and he obediently tied her shoelace around her ankle.