Title: There's got to be a morning after
Author: Sarah
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Pairing: Collins/Angel
Word Count: 542
Rating: PG-13
Genre: fluff
Summary: The morning after the night before. . .
Notes:
Special Thanks: Totally unbetaed, 'cause I'm just like that sometimes, but to everyone, you know I love you and you know why.
Spoilers: nope, none
Warnings: A little implied m/m sex, but nothing explicit, really.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, except my car and my new(ish) computer

Slowly, she awoke, first aware of the soreness in her muscles, then . . . Oh yes. She realized next that she was naked and that there was another body in the bed with her. Warmth pressed against her back. She'd been a little drunk the night before, but not enough to. . . She moved a little and caught sight of a brown hand thrown over her hips. She smiled as the events of the night before came flooding back. Her grin widened as she remembered him. He'd said . . . she'd . . . they'd . . . She sighed happily. We. It was the first time she'd allowed herself to think in terms of a collective . . . ever. She'd never been a we before. It had been a long time, too, since she'd awakened naked and sore, even longer since the other body was still there in bed when she awoke. She turned over, facing him, touched his cheek gently. His eyelids fluttered open. A surprised look overtook his features too, seeing her.
"'Morning," she murmured, biting her lip nervously, wanting to kiss him, waiting to see if he remembered what had happened the night before.
"M. . .Morning," he stammered, smiling back at her. She reached over then, and placed her lips gently on his own, kissing him softly until she felt him respond, softly at first himself, and then with more vigor and passion, shifting his body, so that he lay on top of her. She returned his kisses, as they were given 'til finally both had to come up for air. Panting slightly she smiled as he stroked her hair. She rarely fell asleep in her wig, but last night, she'd been so worn out (by him, she remembered, giggling slightly to herself) that she hadn't bothered to take it off. At some point in the night, it seemed to have fallen off and he was touching her own hair for the first time.
"Like this," he muttered, pressing his lips back on hers, working his way down to her throat.
"Mmmmm . . ." she agreed, tilting her head back. "Love this."
He stopped kissing her, moving back up. When she opened her eyes, his face was right in front of them.
"Merry Christmas," he said softly, kissing the bridge of her nose, pulling back to look into her face.
She gazed back at him, running her fingers through his hair. "Merry Christmas," she replied, smiling.
"You're beautiful," he murmured, bending to kiss the corner of her mouth.
"No'm not," she replied, frowning.
"Most beautiful thing I've ever seen."
She grinned a little, crookedly "You must be still drunk, then."
"No ma'am," he replied, earnestly. "Stone cold sober and looking at the most beautiful person I've ever seen."
She smiled widely and let it fall out of her mouth before she thought: "I love you." Covering her mouth, she looked away, embarrassed.
He removed her hand and kissed her gently but insistently. "I love you too."
"You do?" she asked, hardly daring to look at him.
"I do," he replied. "From the first moment I saw you."
Smiling, she reached up and kissed his lips. She was just romantic enough to believe him.