Disclaimer: I do not own Rent
Hello, again! I know I haven't written in a long time, but I was kinda in a MarkRoger mood x3 This will just be some cute fluff to get me back in my groove
Angel tugged on Giacomo's leash, trying to get him to stand up after he sat heavily, refusing to move. "Dammit, Giacomo, you're not cute at all when you're stubborn! Get moving right now!" After more and more urging and coaxing proved futile, she gave up, scooping Giacomo up in her arms. Instantly, his face brightened and his tail whipped back and forth. "So that's how this game goes, huh?" Angel ruffled his fur, moving her chin out of the reach of the puppy's tongue. "Make-up isn't good to lick, honey…"
Collins laughed as he wrapped his arm around Angel's waist, stepping in the same rhythm as she did. All three of them blended their motions together, Angel's platform heels hitting the ground at the same time as Collins' faded sneakers, Giacomo's pants in rhythm with Collins' laugh. They walked like this happily, passing shops and street vendors. Angel pointed out a park where they could let Giacomo play, grabbing Collins hand and speeding into a run. Collins was half-dragged to the unseasonably green tree-covered area, where they unclipped the puppy's leash and set him down. Angel and Collins sat down in the shade of a tree, Angel's head resting against her lover's chest. They watched Giacomo romp around, chasing shadows, leaves, and anything else that caught his eye.
Angel got up to go play with Giacomo, chasing him around, trying to grab him. Collins followed after watching them for a while, but trying to grab Angel instead. Finally he succeeded, knocking them both, giggling like hyenas, onto the grass. Giacomo ran around them in circles, his tail never stopping its wagging, as they rolled over, trying to pin each other to the ground. Finally, they lay side by side with Giacomo lying half on Angel's chest, half on Collins'. They stroked his fur, smiling and sharing a small kiss whenever their hands touched.
Finally, the dampness of the grass began to seep through their clothes, making them cold, and they reluctantly rose to their feet, brushing the grass off of each other's backs and hair. Collins draped his coat around both of them, holding the puppy close, and they made their way home.
Wow, that was short. Oh well, it was cute