Let's Go Dancing!
CohenTheKitty
Oneshot Prequel ficlet to A Collins/Angel fic called 'Dance Lessons.'
Clunk.Clunk.Clunk.Clunk.Clunk.Click.Waddawaddawaddawadda.Errrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrye! Angel jumped up from her place on the couch and hurried over to the door as it swung open, jumped into Collins arms and laughed as he spun her around. "Baby hi!!!!!!! How was your day, did you have a good lecture? Who wrote the best term paper?" it wasn't unusual for Angel to greet Collins very warmly, but this was unusually. . .giddy.
Collins laughed and kissed her softly before setting her onto her feet. "My day was good, the lecture went very well and Tom Brightman wrote the best term paper, so far." He said, moving to go sit, tired and sore. "So what do you want?"
"Me? Want something?" Angel batted her eyes innocently. "I can't be excited to see you without wanting something?" She asked, sitting near him, taking his feet to massage them lovingly with her hands.
"Nope."
Angel sighed, letting his foot drop to her lap. "Tommy, I wanna take dancing lessons!!"
Collins raised a brow questioningly and shrugged. "Well do what you want, baby. You know you don't have to get my permission to do that." He kicked back with a tired groan, frowned at the pout on her face. He never could resist and she knew it, which is why Angel had Collins on a leash like a dog.
"I want us to take dancing lessons! Ballroom dance lessons!"
"What?" Collins sat up, looked at her. "Baby, I have the rhythm of a blind man with no ears and a really bad limp." He said, trying his own pout, but soon found his was nowhere as cute as Angel's and his words were only deepening it.
"Tommy I'm serious! And you're so full of crap, I saw the way you were dancing around on that subway, mister! And I know you have good rhythm in b-..."
Tom silenced her with a soft kiss. "Ok, ok. Say I do take these lessons with you. What's in it for me?"
"Typical man, always gotta get something out of everything!" Angel crossed her arms, pout going poutier, if 'poutier' is a word (it isn't) and if that were possible. Collins was about to cave and she knew it. "Besides, you'd spend an hour or so dancing with em very night, wouldn't that be enough?"
Collins sighed deeply and nodded a little. "Ok, all right. I'll do it, only for you and you're not to tell anyone that I am doing it or I will quit so fast you'll whirl into some other guy's arms."
"Eeeee!" Angel leapt onto him and kissed him, legs straddling him as he was knocked onto his back. "That's what I like to hear!"
"I can tell." Collins said, leaning up to kiss her lovingly, hands moving to grope her by the. . .
"Cheese puffs!" Angel cried, hopping off of him and running into the kitchen to turn the oven off, smoke shooting out past her.
"Oops." She came out with a tray lined with blackened ovals. "Hope you like Cajun cooking, baby."
Collins laughed and set the tray aside, pulled Angel into his arms and began to slowly dance with her around the room, grinning at the gleeful little smile painted all over her face. She leant her cheek against his chest, humming a tune very softly. "Mmmm I love you."
"I love you too, baby."
"I can't wait to see you dancing all over the place in a tuxedo."
"Me neither baby." He said softly, resting his cheek onto the top of her head.
"Tommy?"
"Yes?"
"This means a lot to me. Thank you."
He smiled very warmly at that. "You're welcome, baby." He paused and shifted a little. "So Angel, how much are these lessons going to cost us?"
"Don't worry about it." She told him in a commanding voice. "Cuz I know you'll never take them if you do."
"Right, good thinking."