A/N: Okay, I decided to post the last chapter now instead of waiting until the next day. I hope you guys like it :) Please R&R! NO FLAMERS ALLOWED!!

Disclaimer: I don't own RENT

Valentine's Day Morning, 8:00 am

Angel rolled over and opened her eyes slowly and reluctantly. She was draped over Collins' broad back, so she planted a kiss between his shoulder blades. "Happy Valentine's Day, honey."

Collins rolled over and snagged Angel around the waist. "Good morning."

"You let me fall asleep even though I asked you not to. We've already wasted eight hours."

"I disagree. I spent the last eight hours with the sweetest, sexiest, most beautiful person I know in my arms. I'd say that was a pretty good deal."

Angel cleared her throat and blinked to mask the sudden rush of emotion. Collins noticed and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Sometimes I can't help but think of how my life was like before I met you. Nobody has ever made me feel the way you make me feel. I get scared sometimes that you might get tired of me and want to find someone better."

"Couldn't," Collins said simply.

Angel sniffed. "Couldn't what?"

"I couldn't do better. How could I do better than the other half of me?"

This time, Angel was unable to hide her tears. "You're amazing, you know that?"

"Of course...because of you. We're amazing together."

"I vote we stay here all day and forget about the rest of the trip."

Collins pulled Angel until his lover was lying on top of him. "I second that." He threaded his fingers into her natural hair and pulled her head down to kiss her deeply. Their tongues and their bodies tangled together as they made love in the warm cocoon of blankets.

9:15 a.m., in the first floor dining room

"Do you think they'll ever come down for breakfast, dear? They seemed like such a nice couple. I'd love to meet them formally."

The elderly couple looked up at the ceiling at the latest scraping of furniture on the floor. Faintly, a squeaking sound resonated through the house. "Ah, to be that young again, Sharon," said the man to his wife.

His wife replied, "James, sweetheart, they haven't got a thing on you and me." Sharon gazed happily at her husband, with deep and abiding affection. She leaned forward and kissed the papery skin of his cheek. "But give them a few a little more time. They're almost there."

The End

A/N: Thanks for reading guys! I'll be posting more stories in the future. I just gotta give my brain a rest for a bit.