A/N: This is being written for URF September writing challenge. Pure Angel and Collins fluff. Yay!! And I'm pretty sure someone, somewhere, has had this idea and written about it. But I haven't read any of those at least not that I can remember, so I'm not trying to copy. At all. Also, I don't picture Angel as being in drag for the story, but I still refer to Angel as a 'she.' So get over it. Hope you like it.

Collins lay stretched out on the sofa, half asleep, his left arm draped around Angel's shoulders. His lover was sitting next to him, painting her fingernails delicately with blue nail polish.

Angel capped the bottle and set it on the end table. She flapped her hands around to get the nail polish to dry faster. After touching them to make sure they were dry, Angel poked Collins gently in the stomach.

"Mmmm?" Collins asked, still partly asleep.

"Come on and get up, sleepy-head," Angel repremanded him.

"Uhh…" Collins groaned.

Angel rolled her eyes and smiling, she leaned over to kiss him. Collins' eyes flew open and he surrendered himself to the sweetest wake-up call in the world.

Angel pulled back and laughed at the expression on his face.

Collins sat up rubbing his eyes, and pulled Angel into a tight embrace. Angel rested her head on the anarchist's chest, and looked up at him.

"So, what are we going to do today?" she asked him sweetly.

Collins shrugged. "Can't we just stay here all day?" he mumbled, kissing the top of Angel's head.

Angel giggled. "I'd love to, but we should at least do something." She sat up straight, as an idea formed in her mind.

"What?" Collins questioned, suddenly nervous.

Smiling, Angel replied, "It's not bad, silly! It's just…can I paint your nails?"

Collins looked at the hopeful glimmer in Angel's eyes and couldn't resist giving in to her. He nodded his consent, and Angel leaped up and dashed into the bathroom to get nail polish.

She emerged with a small bottle of violet coloured nail polish.

"It's Mimi's she explained," setting it down on the table and grabbing Collins' hand.

Collins squirmed, trying not to laugh, as the cool polish tickled his nails when Angel brushed it on. A few minutes later, and Collins had sparkly purple nails.

"How do I look?" he asked holding up his hands.

"Simply wonderful dahling!" Angel exclaimed in a fake British accent, making Collins laugh.

"Now let's get you changed!" Angel grinned and pulled Collins to her wardrobe.

"Oh boy," Collins muttered under his breath.

"Hey," Angel said, turning around with her hands on her hips, "it's in the job description so I don't want to hear any complaining out of you!"

Collins was immediately silent, and Angel proceeded to rummage around in her closet. She soon emerged with a pale, powder-blue tank top and a black cotton lace skirt. Angel handed them to Collins.

"What am supposed to do with these?" Collins asked eyeing the extremely girly clothing.

Angel pointed into the adjoining bathroom. "Get changed silly!" she exclaimed before burrowing back in with all the clothes.

Collins entered the bathroom and emerged with the clothes Angel had given him on. The tank top hugged his chiseled stomach, and the skirt fell around the bottom of his knees.

Angel laughed and clapped her hands delightedly.

Collins grinned at her pleasure and snaked a hand around her waist. He kissed her long and hard and as he did so, he began pulling her towards the bed.

A/N: I love Angel and Collins. Review!