hands out cookies This is just an idea that I had in the shower... I hope to make this into a series if I ever get the inspiration to write more than just the first and last chapters. I'll try, I promise, but life is going to be crazy around here for a while. So.. Um yes. Reviews are GREATLY appreciated and Angel is referred to as "she" because I couldn't bear to call her "he".
"It's for people with AIDS, people like me."
"Me too."
She smiled again, that bright but a little bit shy smile that already had Collins addicted, his new drug. She took his hand as they entered her building, not even looking at him as he willingly interlaced his fingers with hers. His heart beat faster with every step of her three story walk up, and he realized that this boy was someone far greater than his most pleasant dreams.
Angel's heart beat faster, too, but not just because of the man attached to her hand. On every floor, neighbors peeked out curiously, to see who she'd brought home. She waved to some of them, but mostly she was concentrating on getting her face not to turn redder. One of her neighbors, a plump woman with a pleasant smile had the audacity to call after her,
"Good luck, Angel, I like the look of this one!"
She tried to laugh, but really she just blushed more. Collins chuckled, though, and squeezed her hand.
"Does this mean they approve?" Her heart felt like bursting
"I hope so."
"Naked! Through the Parthenon?" She laughed and looked at him, trying to see if he was lying. He wasn't. He chuckled, "Yeah, most of Greece saw my ass that day." They laughed together, her left hand still entwined with his on her lap, her right hand was busy ever so gently cleaning the wounds on his now-bare torso. Collins watched her, talked with her as she tended to him, with no idea in his head that the beautiful boy in front of him would soon be his girlfriend, though he already knew that "he" would be much more than just a fling.
Collins hissed loudly as the warm dampness of her towel ran over a harsh scrape on his ribs. She jumped back, dropping his hand in the process.
"I'm sorry; I'll try to be gentle."
He took her face gently in his hands, smiling a little at how well it fit there.
"You're amazingly gentle."
He said softly, His voice gravely and beautiful because of its low tone and the rather profound effect his Guardian Angel was having on certain parts of his anatomy. She smiled and dropped her eyes as he released her face and reclaimed her hand. She could still feel the calloused pads of his fingers on her cheeks. After a few minutes more of cleaning him up, she sat back on her heels, pleased with her work as a beaten but not broken Collins puddle opened its eyes on her ratty couch.
"Finished!" she beamed, and threw his clothes at him, before her body could react any more to the reposed and mostly naked figure on her couch.
"Put these on, and I'll go get ready for our meeting." She pranced off into her room, gently shutting the door behind her. Angel giggled as she began her search for something completely fabulous to wear, Collins on her mind every second.
"Finally!" He said sarcastically, and chuckled to himself. He stood to see her with a nervous but defiant stare in her eyes, a "take me or leave me" expression that begged for him to stay. As if he would, even for a second, think of leaving. She wore a white skirt, with light green tights, a red sweater, flaming red platform boots, and her black bob wig, her favorite. He stood before her a stunned and awed man, his mouth dropped open, making him look somewhat like a codfish.
"I thought you wouldn't like it, but I'd hoped that maybe..." she looked dejected as she turned away from him, but was pleasantly surprised when strong, dark arms wound themselves around her tiny waist.
"And here I thought I'd died and met a goddess." He smiled, his words tickling her ear as her arms came over his, begging him to hold her tighter. Collins was more than happy to oblige. "Turns out it was my Angel of mercy, who happens to be the most beautiful woman I've ever seen." They both laughed at his corniness. She had never felt at home the way she did with his arms around her in their living room, and neither had he.
"Collins?"
"Mmmhmmm?" He groaned into her neck. God she smelt wonderful!
"Stay with me tonight?"
"I wouldn't dream of leaving."
They never did make it to Life Support that Christmas Eve, but instead spent it cuddling on the couch, just talking and enjoying their shared company until they'd both fallen asleep, his body wrapped around hers. As it should be.
And there it is loves, as it should be. Now please review... maybe that will give me incentive to write more chapters, eh?