Title: Snow Angels
Author: bakichan (me!)
Fandoms: RENT
Pairings: C/A
Spoilers: nah...not really
Type of fic: fluff/angst, continuation
Summary: chapter 2! Angel and Collins enjoy more time in the snow, and a small make out session
Author's Notes:
Snow Angels: ch.2
After the pleasantries inside turned to hostility and Angel calmly set some teenage boys back in their place, the two lovers went outside, where the wind blew in short bursts across their faces, with ice chips and snow collected from trees.
Collins and Angel sat close together on the rusting park bench. It was metal, with wood for the seating that splintered if you rubbed it wrong. The back and arm rests were freezing cold, and had icicles dangling from them.
Hot chocolate quickly turned to normal chocolate milk, and bagels stiffened. They finished what was left that was desirable still, before throwing their trash out in a near-by bin. The drag queen stood, taking a deep breath of the minty air and stretching. Collins came behind him, wrapping his arms about the smaller mans body.
"Now what, baby?" he asked softly, nuzzling Angel's pink cheeks with his nose.
"I say we have a snowball fight!" he chuckled at the interesting look that crossed his dark lovers face.
"Snow balls? We're not children anymore, Angel."
"So? Age has never stopped me before." Angel nodded, smiling brightly. "We'll go to the park. There should be plenty of space."
Collins' grip tightened for a moment, before he sighed, grinning himself. "Whatever you say, dear."
Satisfied, the drag queen detached from his lover, snatching his hand.
The park itself wasn't that big. Nor was it very well cared for. The trashcans that should've been standing were knocked over, and the contents had been covered with snow.
Not too many people were around. There were a couple of small families hanging around, some kids (Angel once again wondered what pocket of space they came from) running around, and a police officer who looked as miserable as he probably felt.
It just so happened that the lot was, indeed, big enough to support two fully grown men hurling crushed masses of snow at each other.
The pair decided they would each go twenty paces from the other, count to three, yell 'Go!' and then begin their snow duel (of doom).
At fifteen paces, Angel's painted eyes narrowed and he smirked. Quietly he leaned down and snatched a handful of snow. At eighteen paces the ball was round and smooth in his bare hands.
Twenty paces and Collins had just bent down to grab snow.
"Take that, Mr. Collins!" Angel yelled loudly, almost tripping on the slick snow as he chucked a neatly compacted ball directly at the other man. It hit him full speed in the shoulder. Angel bit his lip to keep from laughing.
"Oh yeah? It's ON, now, Miss Schunard!" The first one hit Angel in the shin. A second followed very quickly, as Angel had bent down for more of his own snow. This one hit him directly on his rear.
Angel gave a very undignified shriek, and started running from a succession of roughly rolled clods of snow and ice. His lover found it incredibly amusing, however, and kept up his assault till he had his Angel trapped against a tree.
"You win, you win; I surrender!" he yelped at the feeling of his loves cold hand running just under the hem of his shirt.
"Do you now? How can I trust you?" Collins whispered against Angel's ear. "After all," snow was dragged along the bared skin, and Angel whimpered. "You did start before we said 'Go'." Gently he nipped the cold tip of Angel's ear. The skin was tinted bright red from the cold, as were his nose, fingers, and cheeks.
"Honey," Angel implored, turning his head. "Don't be silly, would I lie to you?" he was smiling, and it relieved Collins that his Angel wasn't taking him that seriously.
"I don't know…" he trailed off, staring into his lover's dark eyes framed by dark lashes. Wide and expressive, they narrowed in an expression of love, and they kissed. The world narrowed to just them; there was no more AIDS, no snotty boys who couldn't appreciate true love and fashion, no cold winds and no fingers numb to the bone.
It stayed that way for a long time, marked by breaths of air and Angel turning around, still pinned to the tree.
Lost so in each other, they didn't hear the children approach them. It was when they tugged on Collins' leather coat that the couple broke their kiss, looking confusedly at the cause of the interruption.
"Excuse me, miss lady," one of the children said politely—a little girl, no older then six, with long blond hair drawn into pigtails and a crudely made scarf wrapped around her neck above a thick blue winter coat. Next to her was a boy a few inches shorter then her, suckling his thumb. He matched her outfit—a two for one deal perhaps? His had more patches on it though. Angel wasn't surprised she called him 'miss', after all, she was just a young thing.
"Yes?" Angel replied, moving around his put-out lover and kneeling down to the girls level. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah…" she nodded.
"Then what's wrong?"
"…Me'n my brother Elli wanna know if you'll help us build a snowman!" she announced loudly, as if Angel couldn't hear her over the drifting snow, or her brother's thumb-sucking.
The cross dresser blinked. "Why not ask your parents?" he asked gently.
"Momma don' wanna get wet," the girl told him, frowning deeply. "Said it's just ru…rubb…rubbish."
Angel's heart melted for her, and Collins easily recognized it, even from behind. "Guess we're helping with a snowman, now." He whispered, but grinned at his lovers back.
"Of course I'll help you, sweetheart."
"Really?" she bounced up and down, looking at Angel as if he were Santa Claus himself.
"Really, really!"
The siblings whooped loudly, and bounded off, gesturing for Angel and Collins to follow them.
Angel had stayed with the children for almost a full hour. He helped them roll the snow for the head, middle, and bottom. He had Collins lift them on top of each other. The three of them (Angel, Elli, and the little girl named Chris) improvise the accessories for the man of snow with branches for arms, leaves in a row for the mouth, and rocks for eyes and a nose.
They also add the final touch when Chris insists a large broken branch off a nearby pine tree be draped over the snowman's bald head.
"Yay! It's all done!" the children clapped their hands, and Elli followed his sister in a dance around Angel's legs. "Thank you lady!"
"You're welcome little ones," the cross-dresser cooed, lifting Elli up for a hug. "But you should probably go back to your mommas now." He set the boy down. Chris was sniffling suddenly, her nose beggining to run. Angel's brows drew in concern.
"What's wrong, little one?"
"My fingers hurt!" she whined. "I forgot my gloves at home…" Elli saw his big sister begin to cry, and tears welled up in his eyes as well.
"Oh dear. Why not ask your momma to buy you two some hot cocoa or apple cider?"
"She… doesn't have the money for apple cider!" Chris whimpered, huffing weakly on her hands. Angel tried to rub some warmth into her, but his hands were just as chilled.
"You know what? Here," he reached deep into a pocket sewn inside his skirt. "Tell your momma you found it in the snow. Have her use this to buy you two something warm." With that, Angel pressed a ten dollar bill into her hand. "Don't let anyone but your momma see that." He advised gently.
Her eyes lit up—he suspected she'd never even seen a ten before.
"Okay! Bye bye!"
Angel and Collins waved to the two as they ran off. Angel was breathing heavily, and he rubbed his fingers and hands roughly. The taller man draped an arm around his lover's thin shoulders.
"That was way too nice of you, Angel. Now let's go home and warm YOU up." The drag queen nodded slowly, leaning against his lover.
Sorry it's so short… but this is the most my inspiration for this fic dictates for now!
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