"We have to stop meeting like this," Angela teased as she entered the kitchen in search of a snack.

It was just past midnight. Her hair was up in a messy bun, and she wore a fuzzy pink robe over her pajamas; she looked, Tony mentally noted, positively adorable.

"You couldn't sleep either?" he asked, pulling out a chair for her.

Angela shook her head and sat down beside him.

"Have you been bench pressing the refrigerator to prepare for dance class?" she laughed.

"Not really," he said seriously, absentmindedly tugging at the belt string of her robe. "I was kinda waiting to practice with the real thing."

"You... want to try it again?" she asked.

Rather than answering, Tony stood and reached out both hands for her. Angela stood and gripped his wrists. In an instant, he had lifted her into the air again. She took a slow, deep breath and locked her eyes with his, focusing on giving her full trust to him.

"You've got it," he said softly, encouragingly.

Carefully and ever so slowly, Angela let go of his wrists and raised her arms up and back. She felt her body trembling again as she lifted her legs back so that her entire body was parallel to the ground. She shut her eyes as she felt Tony lower her back to the floor.

"You did it!" he exclaimed, pulling her into an embrace and spinning around with her.

Angela laughed nervously.

"We did it," she replied, realizing that she was still in his arms.

"I told you I had the best partner," Tony said as he gently brushed a strand of her back out of her face.

Before even quite realizing that she had, Angela reached onto her tiptoes and placed a soft kiss onto his lips.

To be continued