Pigeon Poo, UGH!

[Tom Collins]

Collins was still carrying Angel as they turned into Central Park. He immediantely found a bench and, after putting Angel down, collapsed into it, panting heavily.

"Do you have bricks in your pockets or something?" He wheezed, taking off his beanie and wiping his sweaty brow. He blinked as something wet plopped onto his head. He raised a hand to wipe whatever it was off, and pulled his arm away to discover a mushy white substance sticking onto his palm.

"Ugh! Why me?" Me moaned, looking around for something to wipe his hand on. "Curse you, damn pigeons!" He shouted, receiving puzzled looks from the citizens.

[Angel Dumott Schunard]

Angel crossed her arms, pretending to be annoyed. "Are you calling me fat?" But when the pigeon pooed on his head, she couldn't keep a straight face for long. She doubled over with hysterics, almost falling off the bench she was laughing so hard.

Once she'd finally gotten control of herself again, she rummaged in her pockets for a moment, eventually pulling out a couple of clean napkins. After staring at them quizzically for a second, she handed them to Collins. "Here, honey."

[Tom Collins]

Collins took the napkins from Angel's hand and grimaced as he wiped the bird waste off his head. "Thanks," he said, handing the dirty napkins to Angel. He realised what he was doing and blushed, getting up to put them in a nearby trashcan.

"Hehe, oops," he said, sitting back down. He put his beanie back on his head and looked up, shaking a fist at the pigeons before looking back at Angel. "And I did not say you were fat," he said, remembering her earlier comment.

[Angel Dumott Schunard]

Angel giggled again. "I was just kidding, silly." She poked his nose playfully, then gently and briefly kissed him, ignoring a sound of disgust from one of the passerby. Then she drew back again, carefully lifting her legs onto the bench, then pivoting on her butt and laying down so her head was in Collins's lap, effectively taking up most of the bench.

--insert Might Be Tomorrow thread here--

Angel reached up and pulled herself back onto the bench, grunting with exertion. She pocketed the phone again and turned to Collins, a huge smile on her face. "Guess what!"

[Tom Collins]

Collins stroked Angel's not-so-real hair and watched the pigeons (Goddamned pigeons, he thought) as they fluttered across the sky. Angel suddenly jumped up as the phone in her pocket began to ring, and Collins watched in confusion as her mood changed with every sentence she spoke. When she put the phone down, Collins pulled her back into his lap and held her tight.

"What was that all about?" He asked

[Angel Dumott Schunard]

Angel turned her head to look at Collins, an ear-to-ear grin on her face. "It's Mimi-chica; Dr. Cullen said he had definite proof that she would recover! She's gonna be okay!" Wrapping her arms around him tightly, she buried her face in his chest again, crying in happiness. "Mimi-chica's coming home!"

[Tom Collins]

Collins beamed as Angel told him the news, squeezing her tightly all the while. "How could this day possibly get any better?" He asked, nuzzling her lovingly. He took her hand in his and fingered her ring, letting the sun sparkle off the tiny diamonds. He felt more euphoric than he had ever felt in his life.

[Angel Dumott Schunard]

Angel giggled from pure euphoria, rubbing the hand that was fingering her new ring. She nuzzled him happily, planting a brief kiss on his lips, then reluctantly slid off of his lap. "Come on, we need to go pick up Mimi at the hospital." She reached under the bench and grabbed her crutches. She tried to push herself up into a stand, but her leg slipped and she fell back onto the bench. "Whoops!" Then she tried again, this time succeeding in getting to her feet.

[Tom Collins]

Collins got up behind Angel and steadied her, trying not to laugh at her unavoidable clumsiness. He turned her around and held up his index finger. "Now now now, I wasn't finished kissing you yet. Mimi can wait one more minute..." He put on his best puppy-dog pout. "Pleeeaaaase?"

[Angel Dumott Schunard]

Angel paused for a moment, her grin widening even more if that were possible. She was just as susceptible to his puppy-dog pout as he was to hers. "Fair enough." She teasingly brought her fingers lightly up his chest, eventually slipping over his shoulders and around his neck, where her hands clasped together. Pulling herself up a tiny bit, she brought her face up close to his. "I love you, you know." With that, she closed in the final inch and her lips met his.

[Tom Collins]

Collins chuckled as his and Angel's lips collided, murmuring "I love you," at every interval. He slipped his hands down Angel's back to a more private part of her's, and pulled her closer. "Angel," he groaned, his eyes closed. "Mmmm..."

"Mommy, that's yucky!" A child's voice interrupted, and Collins sighed, loosening his grip on Angel and turning around slightly to see the little boy.

"Dear, be quiet!" The child's mother spoke, grabbing his hand and pulling him away. Collins looked after them for a second, before turning back to Angel and holding her tightly once again.

"Now, where were we?" He grinned, leaning in.

[Angel Dumott Schunard]

Angel smiled as he leaned back in, murmuring quietly. "No matter what anyone says, don't let go this time." She captured his lips again, pressing up against him. Her hands gently massaged his shoulders as she pressed even closer, deepening the kiss. Catcalls and whistles from various passers-by didn't even register in her ears.

[Tom Collins]

Collins chuckled into the kiss again as Angel pushed him on, making sure he wouldn't stop - no matter what. He ignored the people cheering then on, and the disgusting homophobes sneering and calling out rude names. All he knew at that moment was that he loved Angel more than anything in the world, and the last thing he wanted to do was let her go.

"Mmmm, life is sweet," he murmured.

[Angel Dumott Schunard]

"Mmmm..." Angel mumbled, the sound turning into a light moan. She was breathing hard through her nose, whether from emotion or lack of oxygen she didn't know or care. The sunlight flashed off her ring as she slipped her hands down and ran them over his chest instead, letting his hands hold them together for the moment.

[Tom Collins]

Collins pulled Angel closer, breathing in her sweet scent and praying that he could just stay there forever.

"GET A ROOM, DIRTY FAG!" Came a scream nearby. How they could tell that Angel was actually a man, Collins didn't know, for she was definietly the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

Collins stuck out one hand in the direction he though the scream had come from, and, still kissing Angel passionately, stuck up his middle finger, grinning.