AN: This is a shorter chapter, but I was bored and this just came to me… I have a week off from school, so I'm gonna try to get a few more chapters up… hopefully… I just didn't have the energy to write anything with a plot at the moment…
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Mimi and I walked the rest of the way home, laughing about this and that. I was happy to have her back, even if it was just for a little while. They were all leaving in two days, and it would be me and Collins again. Which was great, cause I love Collins, but it's nice to have another girl around sometimes.
We walked up the porch and into the living room, where Collins and Mark were playing checkers, with fruit loops. I didn't know where everyone else was, so I just stood in the door way. It wasn't until Mimi plopped down onto the couch beside Mark that Collins looked up. His eyes went wide for a moment before that gorgeous smile I fell in love with spread across his face.
Mark whistled when he looked at me, and I did a small curtsy. "Welcome back Ang." He looked back to their game, eating two of Collins game pieces while Collins was too wrapped up in looking at me. I shot him a look, and he just shrugged and ate another piece.
I turned my attention back to Collins, who was still just looking at me, smiling. I shifted my weight, just a bit comfortable with the look Collins was giving me. I had seem it too many times to not know what it meant. I smiled at him too and took a step back, challenging him.
If it was possible, his smile grew even wider as he stood up and took a step toward me, raising an eyebrow.
Mimi rolled her eyes and looked to Mark. "Hey Mark, wanna learn how to make Spanish rice?"
He gave her an odd look, cocking his head to the side. "Not really, why?"
Mimi nodded her head toward Collins and I, but he didn't seem to understand what she meant. "Come on Mark! It'll be fun!" She stood up and smiled sweetly at him.
"Later Mimi, Collins and I are in the middle of a game." Collins didn't turn around to look at Mark, so I was the only one that could see him rolling his eyes.
Mimi frowned and grabbed Marks camera from the coffee table. "Mark! Let's go make rice!"
His eyes went wide and he stood up, staring at Mimi's hands. "Fine! I'll make rice with you, just give me my camera!"
Mimi stuck her tongue out at him and walked with the camera into the kitchen, Mark running after her whining.
Collins glanced behind him for the briefest moment, before turning back to me. "Angel… You look… Wow…"
I could feel the blush rising in my cheeks. "Thanks."
He took the last four steps toward me so we were standing only a foot apart. His fingers twirled around the hem of my skirt, but his eyes never left mine. "I told you. This is what makes you happy. This is who you need to be."
I leaned up on tip toe, wrapping my arms around his neck and kissing him passionately. "Collins, -this- is what makes me happy." I went back to kissing him, and after a few moments, he placed his hands on the back of my thighs and lifted me up around him, never breaking the kiss. This is something we had gotten very good at over time. Still kissing and carrying me, Collins managed to move us to the couch, where he fell back, so I was sitting on his lap.
Still in the middle of our make out session, Roger came out of the room he and Mimi were staying in, glanced at us, never breaking his stride for the kitchen. "Nice skirt Ang." It was somewhat odd how placid he was and he walked right past us and to the kitchen.
I could feel Collins chuckling into the kiss and I pulled away, dropping my arms to my side and pouting at Collins. He lifted a finger and traced my bottom lip, which was still stuck out in the pout. Before he could pull his finger away, I pulled it into my mouth and twirled my tongue around it, bringing my hands up to rest on Collins chest. He sucked in a deep breath and brought his free hand to my lower back, pulling me closer to him.
My lips curled into a smile around his finger, and he suddenly tightened his grip on my back, and tossed me off him and onto the couch, so I was lying on my back with him sitting over me.
He ran his hand up from my calf, to my thigh, up my stomach and chest until it was resting on my neck. He tilted my head to the side and left a trail of kisses from my collar bone, up my neck, and finally back to my mouth.
We were kissing for several minutes before both our head pulled away with a sigh as Maureen and Joanne walked in the front door. Joanne stopped and her eyes went wide when she saw us, but Maureen didn't seem to notice our presence.
"Come on Pookie! Don't be like this! I didn't even give that guy my number. He gave me his."
Joanne looked from us to Maureen and shook her head. "Forget it Maureen. This is not the time nor place."
Maureen cocked her head to the side like a child. "Why don't you ever listen to me when I try to…"
Joanne cut her off by raising her hand in Maureens face. "Maureen, we'll talk in another room." She looked back to us. "Let's give Angel and Collins their privacy."
Maureen looked to the couch and her face lit up. "Ohh, you two are so cute."
Collins nodded. "Thanks Mo. Now get out."
Maureen didn't seem to notice what he had said after 'thanks'. She looked at me and her face lit up. "Angel! Are you wearing a skirt!"
Collins face fell again. "Yes, and she will be for the rest of the day at this rate." I hit him on the arm and Maureen giggled, grabbing Joannes arm and pulling her to the door.
"Come on Joanne, I think we should give these two some privacy."
We could just make out Joanne muttering 'wish I'd thought of that' as they left the room.
Collins looked back to me with a smirk and kissed me quickly on the nose. "Where were we?"
I placed my hand on the back of his neck and pulled him within an inch of my face. "Here." I leaned forward and kissed him again. His hand slid up under my skirt and rested on my thigh and I had to pull away from the kiss to draw in a sharp breath.
He raised and eyebrow at me. "Aren't skirts fun?" He began to run the tips of his fingers up and down my thigh, and I squirmed slightly, holding in a giggle. His hand had just started to move higher when a loud crash came from the kitchen and Mark came storming into the living room, closely followed by Mimi.
"Jesus Mimi! What the hell!" He was holding the tips of his fingers to his mouth.
Her hands were defencivly on her hips. "I –told- you to use a pot holder! Don't blame me for the face that you're stupid."
"I'm not! I didn't think it would be that hot. We –just- turned it on!"
"Why would I have told you to use a pot holder if it wasn't gonna be hot Mark!"
"I didn't…"
Collins cut Mark off. "Ohh my god you two!" He stood up and grabbed my hand, pulling me up off the couch as well. "You people are never invited here again!" He pulled me toward our bedroom and yelled over his shoulder. "Our friends ruin everything."
I looked at them over my shoulder quickly and shrugged as we entered the bedroom and the door closed behind us.
In the other room, Mark looked blankly at Mimi. "What did we do?"
