I wake to the wonderful smell of freshly brewed coffee. My eyes crack oepn and the first thing I realise is that my neck really fucking hurts. Wincing, I sit up, rubbing a spot at the base of my neck that had been pressed against the hard arm of the chair I'd been lounging in.

In that instant, I realise something else: I'm not in my apartment. Blinking I search my memory for a hint as to what bozo might've gotten me drunk enough to come home with him. Then the previous night hits me like a slap in the face, causing my cheeks to burn in mild embarrassment.

Before I can even consider moving, a steaming mug of black liquid invades my line of vision. With a blink I glance up even as I take it, noting how deep blue athletic pants hang low enough to show off his hips. finally, my eyes meet his and he smiles warmly at me. I can practically feel my eyes soften in response, the slight movement almost automatic.

When my eyes slide shut, there's a slightly smug look on my face, but it's more teasing than anything, really. I hear him scoff as I take a small drink of my coffee; it's dark, so it seems me and Collin have similar tastes at least. I both feel and hear him settle next to me and grin to myself.

"Geez... You act as if you just conquered the whole goddamn world." He almost sounds indignant. Almost.

"Cus it feels as if I did." I respond, craking my eyes open and moving my free hand to gently rub his scalp.

Collin makes a soft humming sound in the back of his throat. "...Feels nice..."

I set my cup on one of the side tables and close me eyes again. "When's your shift tonight?"

"Same time as yours."

"When's mine?"

"Seven." I can hear the mild amusement in his voice.

"What time is it?"

"Mm... Just ten."

"Ah, good."

I let my hand fall away as he shifts and stands, my eyes cracking open to follow the movement. Smiling almost shyly at me, he crawls into my lap and nudges my chin with his nose. Arching a brow, I tilt my head a little and nearly lose it when his lips press against my throat.

"What to do in eight hours..." he murmurs, running his tongue over the side of my neck and drawing a shiver from me.

"I'm sure you'll think of something." Just at the implications, my eyes hood and my voice dips lower.

"Hmm... I want to explore. I wanna see if what people say is true."

My brow lifts yet again, my face seemingly calm, but inside I feel as if he rammed a sledgehammer into my gut. "What're they saying now?"

"...Oh... Just this and that about a few of your piercings and tattoos." His voice holds fake innocence which makes my eyes narrow.

Just as I open my mouth to respond, he runs a devious thumb over my nipple, the nub wreathed in a ring of onyx, and I bite my lip and clench my eyes shut to keep from embarassing myself. Collin chuckles and pulls back slightly, undoubtably to watch me as he continues to rub the nipple mercilessly. I manage to crack my eyes open, only to catch him staring at me, a light blush highlighting his cheeks.

"Damn, Ace..." His voice is husky and his eyes dark.

I lift a hand and lace my fingers through his sun-kissed hair. "Sneaky bastard..."

"Ace..."

Almost magically the space between us dissapears and a part of me lets out a contented sigh. We're meant to be like this: together and eager to hear the others voice and feel the other's touch. That dingle kiss is enough to leave me panting and aching when he breaks it, wringing a small noise of protest from me.

"...God, you need to stop smoking Gail's cigarettes." Collin mutters, grinning at me.

I give him a dirty look, but he just laughs when others would pee their pants. His laughter fades as he traces my features with his fingers, gently rubbing the dark stuble on my face. If I were a cat, I deffinately would've purred. Instead, I make a contented noise in the back of my throat and clsoe my eyes. We have plenty of time for sex. Right now, I'm content to merely be with my angel.