A/N: Get ready for some good, old fashioned Chaplin-esque slapstick!

"OOOOWWW! OH, FUCK!!"

Ka-boom!!

The commotion and the fuss Collins was making caused Angel to snap awake. Startled, the Latino threw the covers back, hopped out of bed and dashed into the hallway, making his way into the tiny living room area.

"Honey?? Are you-?" He stopped speaking and came to a halt. His lover was sitting on his ass in the middle of the room, his right leg bent up towards the body with his foot tightly clasped in his hand. Angel had to admit…seeing that Collins was flexible enough to hold his own foot was sort of a turn on…

"Sweetie…I could hear you all the way in the bedroom. Are you alright? Did you cut your foot or something??" As he spoke, Angel cautiously approached his lover. He crouched down beside him, placing a hand on his shoulder and giving it a gentle squeeze.

"I got a sliver in my big toe when I was tryin' to dance!" Collins pouted.

Angel tilted his head, a brilliant grin gracing his features. "Oh, dear…Well, here…let me help you…"

Angel grasped Collins under the arms and slowly helped him to stand. Letting Collins lean heavily against him, Angel helped a limping, wailing and cursing Collins over to the sofa.

"It hurts, Ang…" The professor practically sniffled.

"It's okay, baby…almost there…"

Finally, the two of them eased down onto the sofa. Angel grasped Collins' legs and tugged them up onto his lap. He leaned over them.

"Now, tell me where it hurts." Angel gently let his fingertips brush his lover's big toe.

Collins squirmed and giggled. "Hey…that tickles, Ang!!"

Angel grinned. Even though it was quite amusing seeing Collins giggle, he knew he had to get that sliver out. He continued to trace his fingertips over his toe.

"Does it hurt-?"

Even before Angel could finish his sentence, he had hit the sore spot. Collins' eyes bulged out of his head and he jumped a mile, a yelp gushing up from his throat. His leg jerked up, accidentally kicking Angel in the face. Angel let out a startled and pained squeak. The force of the kick sent poor Angel flying back into the cushioned backrest of the couch.

Collins clamped a hand over his mouth in horror. "Oh my God! Holy shit!! I'm so sorry, Angel! Are you okay??"

Angel had clamped both hands over his nose and mouth. He blinked, looking somewhat dazed.

…Ow…

"Um…don't worry about it, baby. I know you didn't mean it. Besides, I don't think it's broken or bleeding or anything…" Angel's muffled, quiet voice quavered slightly. His eyes began to water so he squeezed them shut, sniffling a tiny bit.

Immediately Collins sat up and crawled over to Angel, embracing him tightly. He pulled back and gently pried Angel's hands away.

"Here, let me see…"

Collins leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to the tip of his nose, and then the bridge.

"Does that make ya feel better, Angel?"

Angel giggled and nodded, a genuine smile coming to his face.

"Good, 'cause there's more where that came from." Collins raised his hands, gently cupping Angel's face. This time, he kissed him on the mouth…a tender yet passionate lip lock. Both lovers had completely forgotten about their previous aches and pains. After about 15 seconds of kissing, Collins gently pushed Angel down onto his back.

Angel smirked up at his lover. "I'm really liking the position we're in right now, professor."

Collins returned the grin. "Well, you're about to enjoy it a hell of a lot more, Angelcake."

Boy, was he ever right.

THE END