Angel opened her eyes. The sunlight was pouring into the room, warming up the apartment with its golden glow. She could feel the warmth Collins' body was emitting next to her, and she curled up with him. He wrapped his arm around her, pulling her close. She nuzzled her head into his muscular chest.
"I love you Angel," Collins said.
"I love you too," she looked up at him and smiled. Then she swung her legs over the side of the bed, and squirmed out of Collins' embrace, trying to get out of bed.
"Oh no you don't," Collins said gruffly, wrapping his arms around Angel and pulling her back into bed.
Angel squealed, "I was going to make us pancakes!"
Collins immediately let go of her, "In that case, what are you still doing here?" he said teasingly as she climbed off the mattress.
Angel sleepily walked into the kitchen, and turned on the light. Collins slid out of bed after her, following her into the kitchen. Angel got out a big blue bowl, and some flour. Pouring it into the bowl, she said, "Collins honey, can you get me the sugar?"
He nodded and walked up to the cabinet, the one Angel was too short to reach. He handed it to her, and she carefully measured it out. "That's a lot of sugar, Ang," Collins commented.
She giggled, "And this isn't even half the amount it says to put in."
"COLLINS!" a loud voice called from down the hallway.
Angel and Collins looked at each other knowingly, and groaned, "Maureen."
The click of her boots could be heard as she walked into the kitchen. "Pancakes?" she asked, pointing to the bowl of ingredients.
Angel nodded, "Maureen honey, what are you doing here?"
"I need Collins to kiss me," she said blankly.
Angel mumbled something in Spanish and walked out of the kitchen, rolling her eyes.
Collins sighed, rubbing his forehead. "Why on earth, Maureen?"
"I want to see if I'm still attracted to dudes. I'm not sure if I'm bi or a lesbian. I want to find out, and I can't kiss Mark, because he's still in love with me, Angel's not quite a boy-"
Collins rolled his eyes, Maureen continued, "And Mimi would kill me if I planted one on Roger. So, as my best friend, I dub thee worthy of the job."
Collins sighed, "Angel?" he yelled, wanting her opinion.
"BESO!" she yelled, her Spanish tongue shouted from the bedroom.
Maureen frowned, thinking she had cursed. "Well that was an overreaction."
"That means kiss in Spanish," Collins laughed.
"Oh," Maureen smiled naughtily. "Come here Professor," she smirked, swaying her hips seductively.
Collins backed away, shaking his hands, "None of that, remember I'm gay."
"Fine," Maureen said, leaning towards Collins. Soon her lips were pressed against his, and before Collins could react, the kiss was over. "Yeah…" Maureen sighed. "I'm a lesbian."
Collins frowned, "Did…"
"No, no," Maureen smiled gently. "You're a really good kisser, Angel's one lucky girl. Just no, no attraction. Oh well," she finished. Then her mood changed suddenly, and she smiled brightly, clutching her purse. "Thank you, I'll see you two love birds tonight." And with that, she walked out of the apartment.
"Is she gone?" Angel asked, poking her head out of the bedroom.
Collins laughed, "Yeah."
Angel walked out, dressed in a pink skirt and a flowing white top.
Collins catcalled, and Angel flashed him a smiled. "Now where were we?" the anarchist asked.
"If I can recall, we were making pancakes," Angel grabbed a wooden spoon.
"First things first," Collins put his arms around Angel's hips, "I need to get the taste of Maureen out of my mouth."
Angel smiled, "I think I can be of assistance."