Angel snuggled up to her lover, as her eyes, bloodshot, filled with silent tears. She gave little sniffles every so often, and Collins just held her. He stroked her hair, gave her forehead little kisses, and wiped some of her tears away. She was making a big deal out of it, but she did that with everything, so it wasn't such a shock to Collins. She just had a major breakdown a moment or two ago. Collins had left to see if he was all in place, after a roaring punch to the jaw and kick to the stomach. He had come back, and Angel had taken her shoes off, and was wrapped in a blanket that she was crying into. She told him how stupid she felt, accusing him of cheating, and punching him wasn't so nice either.
Collins knew about her jealous side, but this was over the edge. He thought that maybe he should stop bringing people over before he asked her permission. He looked down at her face. Her eyes were droopy, and she continued to sniff. She had calmed down very quickly, and Collins was glad. Even though he was brutally harassed by her, he didn't want her to be in breakdown mode. Not today, he wanted to be with her, since he had been gone for an entire week. He felt her move closer to him and her smiled, chuckling very lightly. She was going to get up and redo her make-up, but Collins kept her close. He wouldn't let her worry about something like that, not now.
She looked up at him, and kissed him sweetly, and he returned it. He missed this very much. He missed cuddling with Angel, whether it was full of her gossiping, or just silence. He missed her kisses. Just thinking about it made his kiss more forceful, and he put a hand to her cheek. Angel knew where this was going, and stood up. Collins looked at her confused.
"Angel, baby, where are you going?" He asked her softly, holding onto her wrist. She turned and looked at him.
"I'm going to clean up my face." She told him. "I can't have you look at my face with my mascara like this." She told him, and gave him a smile. He just tugged at her, and pulled her back to the couch.
"Trust me baby, there'll be no difference in your mascara when I'm done with you." Collins growled playfully, and Angel squealed at him.
"You are a little beast." She said, and sniffed one last time. Collins chuckled, and nibbled at her ear, gently taking the earring out.
"Are you complaining?" He asked her, and laughed, placing her earrings on the table besides the couch.
"No…" Angel giggled, and kissed him lovingly, and held his cheeks in her hands. Collins returned the kiss, and let his hands wander down her back. He pushed her on her back, and laid on top of her. He continued to kiss her passionately, and sent his hand lower and lower down her small body, and grabbed at her butt, making her buck up in surprise. She looked into his eyes a bit curiously, and wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed his chin, then his jaw, and buried her kisses into he neck. She nibbled at him lightly, and he gave a little moan, burying his hair in her wig, which wasn't really in the best shape of its life.
She placed her cold hands up his back, making him shiver. Angel liked this, feeling as though she had complete control over him. Little did she know, she did infact have complete control over Collins, because the way she pushed him, he would do anything for her. Her hands gently massaged him as they made their way to Collin's front, and unbuttoned his shirt. Collins brought his lover back up a little so she could do this quicker, and easier. Angel didn't seem to be phases by the sudden change in position, she just continued on giving her lover a hickey and taking his shirt off. She finally got his shirt off, and her lips continued on their journey to the rest of his torso. She pushed him lightly back, so that Collins was on his back this time. Collins moaned softly as he mouth wondered his body, and hated how she couldn't just go faster. Angel finally made her way to his navel, and smirked up at him. She gave him that cute, seductive, innocent smile, and she unzipped his pants, and unbuttoned them.
Collins gulped at her, that face could kill him. "Shouldn't we…?" He started to ask her, and he didn't even have to finish. She just lifted her eyebrow, and continued to give him that smile.
"Stay." She ordered him, and walked…then ran to her bedroom. She did this every goddamn time. They couldn't just go to the bedroom. Angel was apparently too lazy to move to the bedroom. She figured you fuck where you start. Collins fully removed his pants, completely nude besides a pair of underwear. He sat, impatiently, making himself think of his lover kissing his navel again. Just thinking about her lips so close to his sweet spot was simply amazing, and he closed his eyes, thinking about it. He shouldn't have done that. Angel had snuck up on him, and he felt her hand slip down his underwear and rub a warm gel over him. She did this with great technique, since Collins didn't know what she was doing until it was finished. He opened his eyes to her seductive smirk, and the feeling oh her gentle hands rubbing him in a way that made him want to jump her. And he did. Angel had gotten herself shirtless, and Collins took her tights and underwear right off, and flung them across the room.
Collins lifted her skirt, the only piece of clothing she was wearing, and looked into her eyes. That look she gave him, that serious hard determined look, was just enough. Collins took his underwear off; glad Angel had already applied lube to him, even though now it was all over his underwear. He didn't care, and so he held himself at her entrance, looking at her one more time. He crawled over her slightly, and she held onto him, not wanting to let go on his neck. Collins roughly thrusted himself inside Angel, and she snapped her head back and moaned loudly. He continued to pound into her, and she moaned and screeched.
"Oh…oh…Collins…Oh honey..." She moaned, and bit her lip, her eyes shutting tightly. Collins loved making love with Angel not just because it…well, bluntly sex was good period, but she really got his ego going. "Yes…sweetie…please…yes…" Angel continued to pant and moan, and not in just English. She added her own foreign tongue to the mix, making Collins go insane.
"Don't worry baby…I'm coming." He grunted. With the mix of the past anticipation, the feeling of Angel's hips bucking up to his own hips, and Angel's voice, Collins couldn't take it anymore. To Angel's surprise, Collins spent a lot quicker than usual, but she didn't mind. Collins laid a kiss on her temple, and snuggled next to her. Angel quickly grabbed the blanket from earlier from the ground, and covered them in it. She got so close to him that all she could see was his eye. She kissed him softly one more time.
"I love you Collins.' She said, and gave out probably one of the cutest post-sex yawns Collins had ever heard. He smiled warmly as she closed her brown eyes, and he held her close.
"I love you too Angel cake. More than anything." He said, and removed that damn wig from her head. His eyes glazed her lovely face before he went to sleep. His eyes glazed his lovely face before he went to sleep.