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The apartment was quiet when Collins walked in. He took off his coat and folded it over his arm as he checked the kitchen for any sign of Angel.
"Angelcake? Are you here?"
Dropping the coat, Collins headed for the bedroom, confused as to why his lover wasn't answering him.
"Honey? Are you- "
Collins stopped in the doorway, not believing the sight before him. Angel was standing side on in front of the mirror, staring intently at her reflection. She had rolled up a pair of tights and put them down her tank top so they imitated breasts. She looked up, and, seeing Collins, threw the tights on the bed, blushing furiously.
"Thomas! I… I didn't expect you back so soon."
Collins grinned. "What's with the tights?"
Angel hid her face in her hands. "Nothing…"
The professor crossed the room to put his arms around her waist. "Really?"
"I wanted to see what I looked like as a girl," Angel explained, still blushing, as she buried her face in his chest.
"You are a girl, baby," Collins smiled into Angel's hair. "Most of the time."
Angel shook her head. "Sugar…"
Collins slid a finger under his lover's chin, lifting it to look into her face. "I think you look damn sexy whatever you feel the need to stick down your top."
"You really thought that was…" Angel stared at him. "I don't believe you."
Collins grabbed the tights from the bed, balling them up as Angel had done and fitting them back under her shirt. She laughed disbelievingly, shaking her head.
"Thomas, you are…"
Collins giggled, stepping back to admire his handiwork. "Damn, woman, you're making me straight," he growled playfully, expertly groping Angel's makeshift chest.
"Well, stop it!" she giggled, attempting to slap his hand away. "If you're going all straight on me, you're gonna be very disappointed."
"Really?" Collins picked her up, twirling her around before settling neatly on the bed with her in his lap. "Shame."
Angel smiled, shifting so she sat with her legs around Collins' waist. "We could always get rid of the stupid tights, sweetie."
Collins shrugged in agreement, then smiled, pulling Angel's tank top off so both it and the tights fell to the floor.
Angel smiled wickedly, pulling him closer. "That's much more like it."
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