I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry. It took soooo long for me to get this out and I apologize. Life has been crazy, but y'all don't really care because you've been waiting for a chapter. So... I'm trying to make it up to you with some fluff. Cliche kind of fluff, but fluff all the same. I love work visit stories, so here you go.

Angel woke up noticing that her lover was no longer at her side. She wrinkled her brow at this, she usually awoke before him, especially on sundays. She snuggled into the blankets, desperately missing Collins' warmth on the early January morning. She scouted out her clothes before throwing the covers off. There was no heat in the apartment; walking around naked was not the best idea, although Collins wouldn't have minded. She threw on a pair of his pajama pants, a Maine sweatshirt from the salvation army and her fuzzy pink slippers. Angel shoved her hands into the pocket of the sweatshirt, shivered, and ventured out into the living room.

"Good morning, beautiful."

He leaned back on the couch, fully dressed, and opened his arms to her. She made a valiant attempt at a pout, she really did, but there was no way she could be mad at him. Angle forlded into his lap and he wrapped his arms around her, quickly warming her blood as he kissed the top of her head.

"Why are you up so early?" she asked, laying her head on his chest like it belonged there.

"Work."

"So early?"

She hadn't even noticed the stacks of paper on the coffee table until he gestured to them.

"I've put off this work for the whole of Christmas break" she laughed

"Wanna put it off a while longer?"

Collins ran through the mostly empty halls, a stack of hastily graded papers falling out of his arms. Late, again. But you couldn't blame him, not for wanting just a few more minutes in bed with Angel.

She was at home getting dressed. The day's dilemma: what to do with herself. She'd had Mimi or Collins to occupy her lately, and Mimi was probably asleep in Roger's bed in this hour, and Collins was already working and would be all day. Angel threw on her 'drummer boy' outfit and a light blue headband, and grabbed her pickle tub. Three things could always keep her warm, dancing, Collins, and drumming.

"Therefore..." Collins turned away from the blackboard.

"You don't really care, do you?"

A young man near the middle of the classroom dropped the hand that had been holding his head up for the last half hour.

"Of course not. Mr Collins, break ended two days ago."

"So half of you are still hung over, much less ready to work." Collins smiled, threw the chalk to his desk.

"Well, to be honest, I'm not the biggest fan of Aristotle at 10 am, either." many of his students smiled, quite a few lifted their heads off their desks. "Give me an issue." He continued.

Nobody voulenteered.

"Come on, January 5, 1990. What's going on in the world?"

Angel drummed her heart out. Her music was her life, and her heartbeat kept the rhythm going. Her backside and toes were going numb, and the beating was the only thing keeping blood in her fingers. She was so into the music, she didn't even notice anyone passing by until a $10 plopped into her lap. She stopped, and looked up into a tan face she knew and loved.

"Joanne!" She tried to hand the money back, but Joanne refused.

"You keep it. I won a case today."

"Good for you, girl!" Angel lay her sticks aside, flipping her pickle tub over and sticking them inside.

Joanne sat down beside Angel, taking the frigid hands in her own, Joanne's gloves held between the lawyer's knees. They chatted for an hour about the case, their love lives, everything. Angel jumped up, and threaded her arm through one of the lawyer's.

"Is this your lunch break."

"Yeah... a whole three hours." Angel laughed.

"Let me walk you back to your place."

"Yeah, I'm sure Maureen would love to discuss her next protest with a new audience."

Angel brought her friend home, and, after a chat with Maureen, she danced her way home herself. It was already 11:30, she only had half an hour to get ready for a lunch date.

Collins fought his way through the next class. Neither he nor his students wanted to be there, but he managed. He finally collapsed behind his desk, running his large, dark hands over his face.

"Fucking spoilt, ignorant-"

"I hope you're not talking about me Thomas Collins."

Collins looked up to see one of the most beautiful visions he could have ever imagined. His Angel always knew how to brighten his day. She looked fabulous in her new skirt, with her green purse from New Years, no doubt filled with lunch.

"Ah, my Angel." He stood up slowly, stepping away from his desk. Angel dropped her bag and leaped into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist and her arms tightly around his neck. Angel pressed her lips to his in a forceful kiss. His hands cupped her ass, pulling her closer, as though it had been days since they had seen each other, not hours. Collins reluctantly let her down.

"You're like an oasis in the desert." He interlaced their hands, and she giggled.

"I hoped you'd be happy to see me."

"Very happy."

Angel pranced back to her bag, and sat herself on Collins' desk. She opened up her bag, two lunches packed inside. Egg salad for Collins, and peanut butter and jelly for Angel. She handed him his sandwich, a coke, and a joint she had grabbed from his stash.

"God I love you." He took her face in one hand and kissed her sweetly.

"A girl's gotta take care of her man." Angel smiled.

"What ever did I do without you?"

They ate lunch together. At some point they began to eat with one hand each so they could interlace the fingers on the other hand. They ate rather quickly, and the professor stashed his 'herbal supplements' in the drawer of his desk for later. Within moments they were attached at the lips again. He pressed her against the wall and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He wrapped one large hand around her thigh, stroking her leg while the other one alternately helped support them against the wall and caressed her where the skin disappeared beneath her wig. She moaned and pulled him to press against her tighter, secure and safe between his muscular frame and the brick wall. One hand slid to the base of his neck, loosening his tie to trace his collar bone and the top of his chest. His lips left hers to dance against the base of her neck. She smiled and made a kind of humming noise deep in her throat, her head tipping back against the wall. She suddenly snapped out of the reverie to pull at her lover's collar.

"Tom... Tom your students."

Collins let her down, and kissed her lips gently. He twirled a finger in her hair and then kissed her again. Nobody had the poor manners to walk in on them, but several students were milling outside the door.

"Babe, I have class."

"I know."

He went to sit back at his desk and she collected her things. She walked halfway out and turned around again, swept in the sea of college students. She took a seat in the third row. Collins raised his eyebrows at her and she winked. A piece of paper landed on Angel's desk, and she commenced to pass notes with her neighbor for the rest of the class. Needless to say, it was not an easy period for Collins, and nothing was getting through to his students anyway. He dismissed them early, and his students didn't exactly mind. Angel jumped into her love's arms.

"I thought you'd let them go sooner."

"Sneaky."

"What else would you expect."

He let her down and took her face in his hands. She melted into him as he kissed her gently.

"OW OW Professor Collins!" called one of the young boys. A couple of students stormed out, most cheered. One of the girls grabbed her girlfriend for a peck on the lips before leaving.

"Get out of here, before I change my mind." Collins called, wrapping his arms around his Angel again. The students rushed to get out the door.

"Come on." Angel grabbed his hand and sashayed out the door dragging her oh-so-sexy professor with her.

Mimi and Maureen trudged up the stairs to the third floor. Mimi took out her spare key.

"Shouldn't we, y'know, knock?" Maureen asked. Mimi gabe her a look that said 'who are you and what have you done with Maureen.'

"Do you want me to explain why we shouldn't?"

"No."

Mimi pushed the key into the lock, held her ear to the door as she turned the knob. As the door cracked, the girl pulled the door shut again, so that it barely clicked. Mimi covered her mouth to stifle her giggling. SHE'D never tell what she'd seen the lovers doing.

"Uh... didn't we come here to go INSIDE the apartment?" Asked Maureen.

"It's not a good time." Mimi grabbed her hand, and commenced to drag her to the loft.

Arn't you happy now? I repaid you with fluff, and I still apologize profusely for making y'all wait so long. You'll have to use your imagination for what was going on in the apartment. Sooo... you should review and tell me what I'm doing right and what I could do better and give me lots of motivation to keep writing. Yay! It will take you two seconds, and I'll reward you with more fic... and muffins. Virtual muffins... maybe not.