A/N: Thanks for helping me decideto make this into a series and also thanks for the reviews for Fear Factor. The only problem I'm having now is deciding on a good title for the series, so I'm open to suggestion from anyone who can think of something better than what I got. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this story. You know the routine, read and review, and no flames (only losers do thoses) Also please check out my story I posted on called Beauty. I worked really hard on that story for a long time, so it's my baby. Just follow the link to my profile on from my profile on here and you'll find it. Please, please, please read it and tell me what you think of it I would be your bestest friend in the world if you do.:) Anyway, I'll shut up now LOL. Enjoy this story :)

Disclaimer: I don't own RENT, but I think it may own me


Synonym (noun): a word or expression accepted as another name for something

Collins looked at the papers in his hand while he walked over to the bookshelf in the living room. He was sure that he owned the book referenced in the student's term paper, and he needed to check a few facts. He found Jason sitting at the table, leaning his head on one arm and twirling a pencil with his free hand. The eight-year old seemed lost in thought as he gazed at the ceiling. In front of him was a large book, open to the middle, and a blank piece of paper.

Collins found the book he needed and sat across next to Jason. After he had located the correct page and taken a few notes, he put the book back and left the living room again. In all that time, Jason continued to sit at the table, silent and introspective.

Half an hour later, sipping a cup of tea, Collins came back into the living room to carch up on his reading. Jason was sitting in the exact same position as before. The book was still open and the paper on the table was still blank.

"Jason, are you doing homework?"

"Yes, Dad." The pencil twirled one more time.

"Do you need any help?"

"No, thanks." Now the pencil was being spun on its point, leaving a small gray mark on the table.

Collins sighed and sat next to Jason again. "What do you have for homework?"

"English." Collins waited for one full minute for further explanation. Not getting it, he finally asked, "What do you have to do for English homework?"

"I hafta pick a word in the dictionary and use it in a sentence."

"Did you pick a word?"

"Yeah."

Collins fought back the urge to bang his head on the nearest wall and faked patience. "What's the word?" He raised his cup to take a long sip of tea while Jason told him the chosen word.

Luckily, it was easy to clean most of the coffee that Collins had sputtered all over the dictionary and the table before it did too much damage. The previously blank, now tea-splattered paper had to be discarded.

Later that same evening, the apartment was quiet and Collins and Angel were cuddling. The bed was shaking with Angel's laughter.

"Get outta here! You're making that up," she gasped between choking fits of laughter.

"I kid you not, Ang. It's in the dictionary."

"Bullshit."

"Do you want me to prove it to you? I will." Collins leapt out of the bed and strode out of the room. Angel sank back against the pillows, not laughing too much to appreciate Collins' perfect ass which were shown off to perfection in his boxers. A minute or two later, Collins returned, carrying a large dictionary. He climbed back into bed with book in hand.

"You know honey, you don't really have to show me the page. I could think of much more interesting things we could be doing in bed." Angel waggled her eyebrows suggestively and tried to strike a sexy pose. Collins, who was flipping through the pages in the book, ignored her efforts.

"Aha! Here it is." He handed the book to her.

Angel found the correct line and began to read it aloud: "'...a plant of the gourd family, Ecballium elaterium; native in the Mediterranean region, whose ripened fruit forcibly ejects the seed and juice.'" She looked up at Collins who was looking at her in quiet triumph. "How the hell did you use this word in a sentence? I never even heard of a...a..." she fell into helpless giggles again.

"It's called a squirting cucumber, Angel...and it's not THAT funny."

Angel wiped the tears from her eyes. "I'm sorry, but that word makes me think of a whole list of others--none of which should be used in a third-grade English assignment."

Collins raised his eyebrows in mock curiosity. "Oh yeah? Like what for instance?" He smiled at the blush that arose in Angel's cheeks. It was sweet how the silliest things could make her blush.

"Oh...you know," Angel said waving her hand at a whole host of invisible words.

Collins refused to let her get off that easy. "Maybe. Why don't you refresh my memory." He leaned over and kissed Angel on the lips, but pulled back before the kiss could be extended. The next kiss landed on Angel's cheek. He paused there when Angel did not speak. "I'm waiting."

"Uh...penis."

Collins gave her a peck on the neck. "That's too easy. Try again."

"Dick." She was rewarded with a kiss along the collarbone, which tickled and tantalized.

"Keep going."

"Boner."

"A little bit high school, but I'll accept it." He licked Angel along the collarbone, dragging his tongue slowly, enjoying the slightly salty taste of sweat.

Angel frantically tried to think of another word, but her mind was distracted by the tingly sensation on her chest. "How about hard-on?"

Collins smiled. "A classic. I like it." He slowly licked the other collarbone, dampening the top, and the bottom, then planting a small kiss at the end.

By then, Angel was ready with the next word. "Erection."

"Appropriate." Collins kissed his way down to Angel's nipple and drew it into the hot wetness of his mouth. He stroked the stiff nub once, twice, then three times, before letting go and waiting.

Tiny beads of sweat had broken out on Angel's forehead. She wracked her brain for an endless minute before finally barking out, "Tumescence!"

Collins looked very pleased. "Have you been reading the dictionary, too? Or maybe a few romance novels. I found one hidden in the drawer, you know."

"Stop talking so much!" Angel grasped Collins' head in her hands and pulled it close to the other nipple that was perking up and waiting for attention. That nipple was bathed with Collins' moist mouth and tongue and dried with hot breath. Afterwards, he waited again. Angel's eyes were squeezed shut. Collins could practically see the wheels turning. "I can't think of anything!" she cried in frustration.

"What? Is that all?" He measured the distance from Angel's nipples to down lower with his eyes, tisked, and said wryly, "We've got a long way to go."

Angel sat up suddenly and with determination. "Gimme that dictionary!"


A/N: Hope you liked it. More chapters to come in the near future :)