Alright, that wasn't so bad was it? I would have had this chapter up yesterday if it didn't take so long to type. (Its just over 4 pages in word.) I present to you: Fluff galore. Not so much in the story development department, but some smut for my lovelys. If you are offended by slash, or are for one reason or another not allowed to read hard R content, go back, now. If you simply prefer not to read anything heavily sexual, skip that section, you won't really miss anything. I don't own them, just simply love them.
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Angel pulled him by the collar, giggling, until her back was against the wall around the corner from the space. On this deserted pocket of sidewalk, there was no fear of taunting, staring, or interruption. Collins smiled against her mouth as she pulled him into her. His big hands held her hips gently sandwiched between his own masculine (and somewhat turned on) pelvis and the chilled brick wall behind her. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he pulled them closer together. Collins pressed his tongue to her lips gently and angel let him into her mouth almost greedily, their tongues engaging in an intimate tango. Angel moaned softly, melting into his arms as she leaned back into the wall. His laugh disappeared into her throat. They finally broke for air, the both of them panting and more than a little flustered. He pressed a few quick pecks onto her lips and breathlessly whispered ,
"God I love you."
Angel stood on tiptoe, practically jumping into his arms as she pulled him tighter against her again.
"This way"
Collins guided Angel through the increasingly violent crowd. Keeping his hand on her lower back, he looked around for their friends, but they were lost in the mob. When they were out of the space, he took her hand, kissing the knuckles as they walked. She noted the anxiety on his face.
"They'll be fine, honey."
"Come on." he replied, but it had been exactly what he needed to hear.
After some brief introductions at the life, the bohemians congregated inside, waiting for Mark. They formed a tight little huddle, collins with his arms around Angel, who had her arms around Mimi. Maureen was all wrapped up in Joanne, very close to the other three, and Roger stood apart, looking more and more awkward, not to mention annoyed with the maitre d'. They breathed a collective sigh of relief as Mark walked into the Life, shivering and with news for our favorite diva.
The bohemians left the Life together, giggling and more than a little tipsy. The couples were pretty absorbed with each other even as they talked with others in the group. Collins' hand lay at the junction of Angel's hip and ass, Maureen reached behind her to push Joanne into her back, and Mimi and Roger seemed attached at the lips. Even so, Angel managed to chat animatedly in Spanish with Mimi, Collins teased Roger and discussed future protests and anarchic fun with Maureen and Joanne sporadically talked with and teased Mark. They split up on the corner of Avenue A to go to their respective lofts and apartments.
"I thought they'd never leave us alone." Collins said.
Angel spun around, walking backwards in front of him, a seemingly impossible move considering her footwear.
"This has been the most amazing Christmas." she commented.
"I know."
She grabbed his hand, running amazingly fast for a man in platform shoes to her apartment. Collins laughed, but struggled to keep up.
By the time they reached the third story, the two already had their lips glued together. Angel backed into the door of her one-bedroom, dragging Collins with her, keeping their lips vacuum-sealed. Collins seemed disappointed as Angel broke the kiss to unlock her door, and even more so when she didn't immediately return her mouth to his. He settled for wrapping his arms around Angel's waist and as soon as the door was latched behind them, Collins scooped her into his arms, eliciting a sound of delight as he carried her o the couch and set her on his lap.
They seemed to settle down enough that words passed between them, enough even to tell the story of Benny's betrayal. But soon enough, occasional pecks turned into affectionate kisses. Angel shifted to straddle his waist, giving her better access to his mouth. As they deepened the kiss, breathing began to seem unnecessary, and hands began to wander. Collins played with the hem of her skirt and Angel's hand had made its way under his shirt, drawing a painted nail down his spine, causing him to shiver.
"Cold, lover?" they momentarily broke apart
"Never."
he replied, his palm caressing her thigh up to the lace of her white panties and down to her knee.
"Perhaps some blankets could help anyway?"
Her expression became more sensual and he knew what she wanted. He wanted it too so badly, but he didn't want to push her. He resolved only to go as far as she led him, which proved almost a pointless thought. Angel practically leapt from his lap (a less than comfortable move for him) and teasingly pranced to her, no their, bedroom, spinning around to see if he was coming along. Collins smiled to himself, waiting for a brief second before he leapt into pursuit of her.
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He was only inches behind her as they entered the bedroom, and he captured her in his arms just before they reached the bed. She giggled joyously as they both fell onto the bed with an "oomph" from Collins who had managed to spin around and land on the bottom, protecting her from even this gentle impact. He didn't release his Angel, but latched his lips onto her neck. Her head rolled to the side, giving him better access to her neck and she moaned gently.
He shifted them to spoon around her, leaning over her body as he kissed her collar bone, with one arm supporting his weight and the other massaging her hip. Angel rolled over to kiss him full on the mouth, working his shirt over his head as she leaned back into the pillows. Angel ran her fingers over his chest, his toned abs and powerful arms as he leaned over her, not even bothering to hide her excitement. He wasn't exactly built, but he was still lean and muscular. He smiled down at her when they broke apart to catch their breath. But after only a few minutes, Collins leaned down to kiss her again, and her shirt followed his to the floor.
His hands ran reverently down her sides, rough palms sliding down to play with her skirt. She eased her hips off of the bed, and he kissed down her chest, trailing his wet affection carefully over her hips, avoiding her most sensitive areas. He pulled her skirt and tights slowly off of her, letting his gentle kisses follow down her leg, lingering at the sensitive areas behind her knee and in the arch of her foot. He grinned up at her before swallowing her mouth once again. She smiled against his lips.
He rocked back on his knees, breaking the kiss to look her in the eyes, searching for guidance on what to do next. She tried to keep their lips connected, clutching his shoulders, but he needed to know what she wanted, if she wanted him, while he could still stop himself. She reached up and pulled her wig off, becoming the Angel that he had met in that dark alleyway only a day before. But she felt like she had known him her whole life, and she trusted him more than anything. She lay her wig gently on the bedside table and hooked her thumbs through the belt loops on his pants, pulling on them. Her lips parted into a dry, pleading,
"Please."
He didn't need to be told twice. She helped him wiggle out of his pant, until he hovered over her, both naked. Angel flipped him over, grinning down at him. He worked his hands over her torso and she kissed him innocently on the lips. He moaned disappointedly as she shifted her wight off of him, but was rewarded when she reached into a draw to pull out a bottle of lube.
"You don't...?" She asked awkwardly.
"No. Only HIV." He said gently.
She kissed him again and he moaned loudly as her hands gently worked the lube over him. She pressed a kiss to his shaft and he thought he was going to explode then and there but he held off and she let him gain control of his body and lay on her stomach. She moaned loudly as he took the bottle from her, gently ad sensually prepping her.
"Please"
She pleaded again and he lay his weight on her, nipping her ear.
"Relax."
But Angel doesn't take no for an answer, and she pushed her hips back into his. Collins laughed against her shoulder, and slid gently into her.
"Collins!"
It hurt at first, as her body shifted to accommodate him. But his kisses and gentle nips on her shoulder made her forget the pain and it quickly turned into pleasure. Their cries filled the small apartment as he rocked her into the mattress, his slow, gentle strokes quickening to fill her and bring her to ever higher heights.
"Angel."
He reached around to stroke her cock, massaging her balls and bringing her ever closer to the edge. He stroked her faster, his hand and his pelvis finding rhythm, his other arm holding her body close. Angel shuddered, screaming is name as she came so hard she thought she would faint from the pleasure. He followed only moments after, screaming her name and collapsing onto her back. They were both panting hard, and the last thing he wanted was to pull out of her, but in time he did.
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Collins wrapped his arms back around her and they innocently shared kisses. No words passed between them, but collins wiped her tears with the pads of his thumbs. There was no explanation needed, he knew. They fell asleep with arms and legs entwined, utterly in love.
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