Author's Notes/Disclaimer: So writing this took a while. It's no masterpiece, but I felt that I had to get this out of the way before the really amusing stuff comes along. Bare with me. Nothing has changed from last time, I still don't own any of this and I still don't have any money. Suing me would be pretty pointless. Oh, and this chapter is just slightly risque. If you don't like that, then I guess you'll just have to tune in next chapter. Blame my inner Angel for it.


Always being the one to obey Angel's orders, Collins quickly got dressed and sat down on the edge of the bed. He was still scolding himself for not having bought flowers or a card, or for that matter anything that would make Angel smile. So far, she was the one doing special things for him and it was eating away at him. He'd pick up the phone, he told himself, the first chance he got. He'd make a reservation for dinner at an expensive restaurant, then bring her home just in time for a relaxing bubble bath. It all seemed so perfect, so romantic. Angel would have to love it.

"Are your eyes closed yet?" Angel called out from somewhere in the hallway.

Bringing his hands up to his face, he answered. "Yes, baby. Can't see a thing."

The next thing Collins heard was the bedroom door opening, and the clicking of heels on the hardwood floor. He smiled, though he wasn't sure what view he was about to be treated to as he opened his eyes. "Tom, baby?" she purred. "Open 'em."

Collins didn't need to be told twice. He opened his eyes, beaming, but that bright smile quickly morphed into a look of utter confusion. There was Angel, dressed in white from head to toe. A white turtleneck, a short white skirt, and white leather boots that reached her knees. Nothing about that getup was unusual for Angel, but what threw Collins off was the pair of wings she was sporting. And the silver bow and arrow that was pointed directly at his forehead.

"The fuck?"

"Thomas Collins!" Angel exclaimed, hands moving to her hips. "Watch that mouth! Don't you like my outfit?" All traces of anger seemed to disappear as she struck a pose for him, lifting one leg daintily off the ground as she aimed her arrow at the ceiling. "I'm Cupid."

Collins let out a sigh, mostly out of relief that the rather sharp looking arrow was now pointed elsewhere. "Your outfit is magnificent, Ang."

Apparently she was satisfied with that response, a smirk appearing on her full lips. "Isn't it? It's just for the occasion. If you behave, Cupid will even shoot you with her love arrow."

Collins was about to bring up the fact that Cupid was male, but all logical thought left his brain as Angel once again pointed the arrow straight at him. In a sudden state of panic, Collins snatched the arrow from her and hid it behind his back. Seeing Angel's nostrils begin to flare, he quickly made a save. "Baby, I've already been hit with the love arrow. How 'bout you come a little closer and see for yourself?"

Angel smirked, falling victim to the simple charm he possessed. It wasn't the first time. She leaned in close and was met with a gentle kiss. Seating herself comfortably on Collins' lap, the kiss deepened and quickly became passionate, with Angel proceeding to knock Collins back onto the bed and straddle his hips as their tongues explored each others mouths.

Surprisingly enough, it was Angel who broke the kiss. She looked quite pleased with herself, adjusting her wig slightly as Collins lay on the bed panting. "Honey," she began. "I ought to go take these silly wings off before we go and break them. I worked too hard on these to let them be broken! You stay here and try not to miss me too much."

"But Ang, you can't just –"

She smirked, tracing lazy circles on his chest with her fingertips. "Don't give me that sass, I'll be right back. Just a quick trip to the closet, and on the way back I'll stop in the kitchen so we can take turns feeding each other chocolate covered strawberries."

Collins began to protest again but didn't get far, Angel's lips pressing hard against his.

"Now Collins, honey, do realize that it's not even noon yet. The day's hardly begun. We'll have plenty of time to pick up where we're leaving off right now, don't you worry yourself over it one little bit."

She'd won. Collins could only sit up and watch in mild amusement as Angel gathered her Cupid props and bounced out the door. The thought crossed his mind that perhaps it would be a good time to make that restaurant reservation, but that was pushed aside as soon as he entertained the thought of sharing chocolate covered strawberries with his girl. She was right, after all, there was plenty of time to make some silly phone call. He'd get to it. That is, he'd get to it after he had his breakfast in bed.