Angel and Collins had snuggled and talked after the others had left. They ended up falling asleep on the couch, Collins's head in Angel's lap. Angel's head drooped over the side of the sofa. Both were dead asleep. The door creaked open very carefully. In the past it had been common for a friend of theirs to come in and steal a bit of food, they both had the most out of the group. So, assuming this was what was going on, it was not uncommon, so if Angel or Collins were to wake up, and see Maureen digging in the fridge for turkey, they'd both turn over and pass out again. However, this wasn't the case.
The alleged good guy, Adam, had found himself back into the Schunard/Collins apartment. He quickly peeked, seeing the couple on the couch. Noticing their deep state, he figured it was safe enough to come in. He didn't have a real point in coming in really. He would have just had to work with what was given to him, but this wouldn't work. He figured he could use a sit down, however. He walked over to Collins's arm chair and snuggled up to a pillow. He didn't like Roger's old room. It smelled like smoke, it made it hard to breathe. But this apartment spelled like Angel, a nice calm vanilla smell, like a new car or something. He peaked over at the sleeping couple, dreaming of replacing Collins's spot in her little lap. Her fingers were placed on his cheek after a long night of stroking his hair gently.
Adam quickly jumped at the sound of Collins moving in his sleep. The grumbles from Collins and the sudden heat from his mouth on her stomach made Angel open her eyes quickly. He couldn't see too much, it was very dark. He saw her silhouette stretch and giggle at the man in her lap. She leaned down to kiss his cheek.
"Wake-up baby." She said, and he sighed, sitting up, yawning obnoxiously.
"What?" He mumbled, and Angel caught her lips with his, and Collins took her face in his. Adam felt an immediate flow of jealousy. Angel had let out a giggle when Collins moved closer in on her, causing her to bend back a ways. He heard the faint sound of their lips giving a popping sound as they broke their kiss. There was silence for a few seconds and he felt Angel's eyes on him. That wasn't good.
"Baby..." She mumbled, and Collins looked over to where she was looking. He chuckled.
"Aww, little Marky." He mumbled, and chuckled again.
"Shh...don't wake him." Angel said softly. They thought Adam was Mark. Adam sighed out happily, but silently. He heard kissing, Collins was kissing the side of Angel's face.
"Coming to bed?" He asked, and Angel shook her head.
"No, you go sweets, I'll stay out here with Mark." She said, and smiled.
"Alright baby." He mumbled, and shuffled past the faux Mark into the bedroom. Angel had stood up and walked over to the door. She took her shoes off and left them there, and walked back. She walked over to Adam and kissed his cheek sweetly. Adam's heart melted. Her lips were so softly and warm. He would kill to have her. She smiled and gave a small coo.
"Night sweetie." She mumbled, and walked back over to the couch. This is where Adam gained more confidence. He sat up, and Angel saw him, still too dark to see anything really. She was laying down already. "Or morning, which ever you prefer." She said giggling. Adam didn't say anything. He sat behind her, loving the feel of her behind to his lap. "Aww...do you want to snuggle Marky?" She asked softly, and Adam chuckled, hoping not to throw her off. She sat up, reaching for a blanket, and covered them. Adam wrapped his arms around her waist boldly. "You're so sweet." She muttered, her perfect face just inches away from his own, until she broke the space and nuzzled her face with his. It was weird for Mark to do anything to get close to Angel like this, but she didn't think twice about it. There was also the possibility that Angel had been drinking earlier, and that was very much true. Her and Collins had finished their celebration with a bottle of wine and making-out. She wasn't wasted, just a little stupid.
Adam felt the confidence to lean into her closer, and kiss her lips gently. Angel happily obliged. His hand made its way up her face to her cheek, and held her close to him. She gave the tiniest moan, and his arms went back around her waist, holding her hips to his. Angel let go of the kiss, rather startled. That wasn't like Mark. She felt his lips on her neck, and she tried to squirm out of his grip, but she couldn't.
"Mark, stop it." She pleading softly, not wanting to wake-up Collins. Adam's hand wondered down her backside and up her skirt. "Mark! Stop!" She said sternly, but Adam continued, his hand pulling her panties down slowly. "Mark! Stop!" She shouted, trying to kick him off of her, but it didn't affect him at all. He sucked her neck roughly, and Angel cried.
"You taste so good baby..." He muttered, giving away everything, and leaned himself on top of the drag queen. She screamed, knowing now that this wasn't Mark. "Don't scream, you'll wake up Collins..." He muttered. Too late. There was a loud bang, as if something had fallen on the floor. Collins was clumsy, and when drunk he forgot how his feet worked. The older man clambered out of the bedroom and into the livingroom. He turned the lights on quickly, and found his lover trapped under Adam as she screamed in fright. Collins ran over to the sofa, and grabbed at Angel roughly, pulling her out from underneath Adam. Angel found herself on the floor quickly, crying as she watched Collins grab Adam and hit him as hard as he could. Adam fell to the ground near Angel, and she scurried away from him quickly. Collins kicked Adam's side, making the blond boy gasp for breath as Collins picked him back up. Adam tried to swing in retaliation, but Collins moved rather swiftly for his drunken state. He was too angry for that to matter. He didn't shout, nothing, he just grunted everytime he used his force on Adam.
Collins hadn't been known to be violent. He yelled and got angry when things didn't go his way, but Angel was something different. You just didn't hurt her, or Collins would hurt you twice as bad. Collins opened the door to the apartment, and kick Adam until he let himself out. When Adam was finally out of sight, cursing loudly, Collins slammed the door, fuming. He locked it quickly, and walked over to Angel. He knelt down next to her shaking body and held her close.
But Angel moved away. She moved violently actually. She didn't want to be touched. It hurt her physically to move. Her hips were near bruised, her neck was swollen, and her underarms were bruised as well. Her bottom lip was beginning to swell, and her head pounded from the crying and drinking. Collins frowned, and crawled back over to her.
"Shh...love, I won't hurt you, I promise." He whispered softly, and she looked up at him, leaning her swollen body on his. "Let me see you." He mumbled, picking her up as gently as he could, even though she winced. He slowly carried her to their bedroom, and laid her down. He sat next to her and lifted her head by her chin lightly, looking at the marks on her neck. He sighs, lifting her shirt gently and unzipping her skirt just below her hip. Her hips is red, and he can tell they'll be bruises there soon. His heart dropped. "Girl I am so sorry..." He muttered, and dropped his head on her shoulder. He hated himself, one, for leaving her alone at night, and two, for Adam. Angel lifted an arm around her lover, and kissed his temple.
"It's not your fault." She whispered. "Don't think that lover." She told him, and he looked at her. How could she be so sweet. Her neck was hurt, her face was covered her mascara, her hips bruised. But, here she was, consoling him. He ignored what she said, and sat back up.
"Come here, let me get you into something more comfy." He said, taking her skirt off, and tossed it with the rest of the clothes on the floor. He stood up, walking over to their closet and took out a few of his clothes. He knew how much she liked wearing his clothes as pajamas. He sat back down on the bed and helped her take her wig off. He then managed to get her shirt off, replacing it with an old MIT sweatshirt. He easily slipped the tights off her legs with a long history of practice. He took another look at her hips, purple soars already visible. He sighed, and she slipped on his sweatpants. She sat up, and without a word passing through them, a noticeable thought, Angel hugged him. Collins held her close, rubbing her back.
"I love you." She mumbled softly. He smiled warmly.
"I love you too Angel cake." He muttered softly. She let go, and looked into his eyes. "Angel, I'm really-"
"Lay back down in my lap love. I'll give you a massage." She interrupted, knowing he was going to try and apologize again. He sighed, knowing that arguing with her would be in vain and resisting a massage from her was just plain stupid. He kissed her cheek, and laid back. She took off his little hat, and began rubbing the curly locks of his hair. He immediately loosened up and closed his eyes when she did.
They didn't end up falling asleep like that again. After a moment, Collins sat up, and they snuggled, keeping each other warm. Christmas was in two days. It was their anniversary tomorrow. Collins would hate to have her sleep all day. Especially with all the things he had planned.