Yes I know, I took forever, again, getting this thing out. I'm sorry. You could be bored by my excuses, or you could read the next chapter. This series is like a bunch of one-shots I've discovered, perhaps because I'm horrible at carrying on a plot. Well I tried to make up for the wait the way I always do, with fluff (and even some smut there at the end). I'm actually not a big fan of this chapter, but I havn't much liked the last few when I first got them out either, so here's hoping y'all like this one, and thank you for the lovely reviews! They make me want to keep writing even though my life is crazy. Yes there is smut in this one, and I had a comment about not enough warning, so I tried to make it a little clearer for ickle-s-10 because I can... so, there's nothing you'll miss by skipping over the mature audiences peice.

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"But Collins, tomorrow's Valentine's Day!" Angel stared out the window into the slushy mess pouring from the sky.

"I know, love, but if I want to keep my job, I have to go to this meeting." He came up close behind her, laying a hand over her hipbone. She pushed him away.

"I've barely seen you in the last two weeks, between stupid finals and your GODDAMN meetings. You just don't have time for me anymore." She was trying not to get mad over uncontrollable things, but both lovers were hurt by their separation as of late. It seemed the only time they were together was when they were asleep.

"You don't exactly change your schedule to help. You're always out drumming when I'm home. You CHOSE to be out alone, when we could be somewhere, fucking ANYWHERE together!"

"Fine, Thomas. Go to your fucking meeting and leave me alone on Valentine's Day!" She strode into their room and slammed the door. Collins ran his hands over his face. It was going to be a long night.

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Angel and Collins weren't the perfect couple their friends thought they were. They fought, usually over petty things, but they knew how to kiss and make up before too much time was wasted. Time they couldn't afford to waste. Which is how Collins got to disentangle himself from a complicated yet amazingly comfortable position Angel and himself had found in their sleep the previous night, instead of prying himself from the couch. He wrote her a short note:

My Angel,

Sorry to leave you, Went to my meeting. I love you.

Always,

Collins

And kissed her sleeping lips ever-so-gently ad closed the door silently behind him.

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He found her on the usual corner, completely oblivious to the world around her, absorbed in her own beat. There was something beautiful and intimate about seeing her in men's clothing. He covered her eyes with his slightly rough hands. Her face was freezing. Angel almost jumped out of her skin until she recognized the wonderfully affectionate touch of her lover.

"I thought you were at a meeting."

"I lied." He kissed the top of her head and she tilted her head back for a proper kiss.

"C'mon, you're going to want to change, Joanne's taking all of us out tonight."

Angel jumped up, a smile on her face, and picked up her things with numb hands. He wrapped an arm around her waist and she walked close to him, reveling in the warmth she had forgotten to miss in the February chill. She was looking forward to nothing more than a hot shower and a night out.

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Angel returned Collins' coat as they entered the club. He had been convinced that her drag was not warm enough attire for the weather, and had convinced her to wear it. She and Mimi giggled as a favorite song came on, and they pranced off together to dance. Joanne and Maureen were already off somewhere, either dancing or making out, or both. So the boys found themselves a table, sitting down to watch the girls. Collins bought a round for the three of them, and they offered a toast.

"Happy Valentine's Day." Collins offered.

"Yeah." Roger only mildly cared about the whole affair.

"Yep, happy frickin V-day." Mark clinked his bottle with the others and they went bottoms up.

"What's eating you?" Collins asked over the pounding music.

"No date." Roger replied for him.

"It's fine... I don't care."

"Why are you sittin' here moping, boy? There are some rather pretty girls giving you goo-goo eyes from the bar."

Mark rolled his eyes and left to go introduce himself. After talking with a girl for quite some time, he invited her back to his table. Roger was alone, sulking as usual.

"Where's Collins?" Roger gestured off to the dance floor, where an Angel sandwich had commenced between Mimi and Collins. Collins had his arm wound about her waist, and Mimi was twirling beside her. Roger tensed up as a man started to dance way too close for even Mimi's comfort.

"Don't worry man, they'll watch out for her."

Sure enough, Angel made flirty faces at the man, finally stepping between him and Mimi until he gave up and she returned to Collins. Apparently he wasn't as keen on transsexuals. Collins laughed, dancing on and having a wonderful time.

Mark gaped... who knew their Collins could dance like THAT?

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The bohemians spilled from the club, hanging from each other and laughing. They were tired, but the adrenaline flowed in their veins from such a wonderful time. It was late but they didn't care. Their beepers went off almost simultaneously, and they paused for a few seconds to pop in their pills before resuming their joking. Roger was teasing Mark for picking up a girl, Collins was busy talking with said girl on their way to the loft, Joanne and Maureen seemed to be arguing and making out at the same time, and Angel and Mimi talked rapidly in Spanish... something about a new curtain for Mimi's bedroom. The group made the rounds, dropping off Mark, his valentine, Roger and Mimi first at the loft, and then Collins and Angel reluctantly parted from Maureen and Joanne towards their respective apartments, as always.

Our favorite couple walked up the stairs of their building, hand in hand. They said nothing until they stood at the third floor landing. Angel turned toward their door, and asked,

"Why did you lie to me about going to that meeting?" She seemed genuinely hurt as she fumbled in her pocket for her keys. Without missing a beat, Collins pulled at her hand, swinging her around toward another flight of stairs.

"To work on a surprise." Angel giggled, and followed him.

"I'm sorry I got mad at you."

"It's alright, I love you."

"I love you too."

Collins opened the door to the roof, pulling her out with him. She drew in a breath. He had piled together pillows and blankets to form a nest of sorts, overlooking the lit-up New York skyline. A bottle of champagne was wrapped in a towel beside two glasses, kept amply cold by the night around them.

"Tom..."

"Happy Valentine's Day, Lover."

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MATURE AUDIENCES

He lit a few scattered candles and they climbed into the nest of bedclothes together. She lay against his chest and they drank a few glasses of champagne and talked softly, comfortably warm thanks to shared body heat and lots of blankets. He put his champagne flute down on the low ledge beside their 'bed' and she allowed him to take hers from her and discard it in a similar fashion as he kissed her sweetly. They eased themselves down further into their nest as her hand found its way up his shirt, caressing his hard abs with a chilled touch. He shivered, but not from the coolness of her hand. He covered them up more fully with blankets and she helped him out of his shirt. He took hers from her as well, discarded it somewhere. Collins took one of her hands, leaving the other to roam his torso he held it to his chest, and kneeling over her trailed kisses along her collarbone and then her breastbone. Her breath caught in her throat, and Angel lay her head back against the pillows.

"Oh, God..."

He smiled at her exclamation, and kissed her lips. She opened her mouth to him and their tongues began their gentle caresses of the other's mouth. Soon she had him completely naked and he broke from her, looking directly into her eyes as he slowly, painfully slowly, removed the rest of her clothing. She loved how he made her feel like a goddess every time he touched her, but especially at times like these, when they made love gently and slowly. He knew exactly how to please her, how to torture her for hours with his touch or send her flying into extacy in a matter of moments. Needless to say, he much preferred the former. He covered her with kisses and caresses, sending her into fits of moans he was sure could be heard from the street below, which only made him more aroused. As he came back up to her level, she wrapped a hand around the back of his head, pulling him down and latching onto his neck with a ferocious passion. He melted into her touch, but after a few moments pulled back, touching his forehead to hers.

"Angel, you're going to leave marks." She loved the way she said his name, with the L almost completely cut off.

"Honey, I never leave marks." He laughed and kissed her, hard. He massaged her hip, and ran his hands over her. Her breathing became ragged and her mouth clung to his as though she were trying to drink him in. He tore his mouth from her to trail it down her body again, planting warm, passionate kisses down her breastbone. His tongue danced in her belly button and his lips rode the curve of her hipbone. She grasped his shoulders for dear life as he took the breath from her. God, he was teasing her. He kissed up and down her shaft, took her briefly into his mouth. Her throat seemed to close around her breath, and she leaned back, moaning loudly and biting her lower lip. She pulled at his shoulders almost desperately.

"Please." she begged breathlessly. He was all too happy to oblige her.

She rolled onto her stomach and he wrapped his arms securely about her waist, rocking smoothly into her, she responded a pleasured growl. They quickly found their rhythm, she pushed back onto him as he slid forward into her. The sound of their lovemaking swelled like the ocean into the night, all thoughts of the cold forgotten as sweat began to bead on their bodies. Collins tightened his hold around her until it was almost uncomfotable as she came, and he followed seconds later, the two of them collapsing into a heap on the pillows, breathless and giggling. The lovers savored the afterglow, cuddling deeper into the blankets and each other. He stroked her cheek with his thumb, and kissed her gently even as their eyes started to close of their own accord.

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END MATURE AUDIENCES

"Happy Valentines Day, lover."

"I love you."

"My sentiments exactly."

Those sleeping on the street below would be awoken before sunrise by screams of delight and pleasure from the rooftop. Sunrise would be spent wrapped up against the cold and sharing few words, watching the sun stain the black sky red, and then blue. And later, Collins would carry his lover downstairs to bed, curling up together for a few more hours of precious sleep before his first class.

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