Title:
There's got to be a morning after
Author:
Sarah
Feedback: Love it, please leave it. . .positive or
negative
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.
