A/N: Dear reader, I know, I know, that last chapter was just such a tease. But I was in a hurry before work and trying to get something up there for you guys to read. Also, writing an M chapter (which you've made clear you all want) isn't that easy. You have to gear up for it. So easy for it to seem mechanical. And I don't want dearest Tony and Angela to ever seem like they're having mechanical sex. They're in love. I want to convey their emotions, their love, and their connection. Hope I'm doing that. So, here's the chapter you were all waiting for. And might I add that reviews are so very motivating?
"You're all patched up," Tony observed with relief. At the hospital, the ER doctor had disinfected Angela's wounds and wrapped her palms in gauze. She now sported a removable air cast on her sprained ankle, along with crutches, but using the crutches hurt the palms of her injured hands. They were heading toward the car in the hospital parking lot and Angela hopped slowly on her good foot while Tony supported her around the waist. It had finally stopped raining, and the air smelled fresh and clean.
"I can't believe I was almost mugged tonight. Of all nights," Angela lamented. She glanced down at her gauze wrapped hands and moaned.
"Are you in pain?" Tony looked at her with worry filled eyes. He pulled her more tightly against himself and grabbed her second crutch. "Lean into me; I'll hold you up."
"Thanks. There isn't much pain. It's just … well I'm so glad I found you tonight, Tony." Angela's eyes filled with tears. "If I hadn't found you, you'd still be thinking that I was going to marry Geoffrey. And I couldn't let you think that one second longer."
"I'm so glad you found me too," he said. They arrived at the car and he used his free arm to open the passenger door. "Here, sit down. Let me take your crutches. There ya go. You good?"
She nodded and leaned back into the leather seat. Tony put her crutches in the trunk of the car, and went around to the driver's seat.
"So, it's past midnight," he said. "If we head home now, it'll take us about an hour. But then, you'll have to drive me back to Brooklyn tomorrow to pick up the van." Tony sighed. "Not a great plan."
"Maybe Phil can drive the van to Connecticut?" Angela suggested. "Or keep it for a few days until I'm okay to drive you."
"That's doable," Tony agreed. "But what about tonight? You're tired. I'm tired. And we're hungry. Don't think I didn't hear that tummy of yours growling earlier," he added with a chuckle.
"I'm starving. But I look like a drowned rat," she said, echoing the words of her would-be mugger. "Can't go into a restaurant looking like this. Besides, what's open after midnight, except bars? I don't want to go to a bar."
"Agreed, no bars!"
Tony and Angela looked at each other pensively and were quiet for several moments. They felt a bit shy, afraid to voice what they truly wanted.
"Hotels have room service," Angela said bashfully. "And, um, we're not that far from the Comfort Inn." The words popped out of her mouth, their implicit meaning clear. She cast her eyes up at him, and they shimmered darkly with desire.
"You wanna go to a hotel for the night?" Tony asked. His tongue flicked out, moistening his full bottom lip, and he held Angela's eager gaze.
"It's late. I don't want to wake everybody at home. Besides, Mother's taking care of the kids. She told me to come find you. Trust me, she won't be upset if we don't come home tonight." Angela chuckled softly to herself.
"You know what Mona's gonna think if we're gone all night," Tony laughed.
"So? She won't be wrong, will she?" Angela laid her gauzy hand on Tony's forearm and lightly squeezed. Last night, Tony had woken a long dormant sensual fire within her. It continued to assert itself and flood her brain with erotic images. Memories of his skilled tongue doing things to her most intimate parts made her lower half throb with longing. Fantasy images of her and Tony tangled up in bedsheets, making love, pleasuring each other, touching …
Tony turned to face her squarely. "Are you up for that, Angela? I mean, your ankle has gotta hurt."
"I won't be using my ankle," she said in a husky voice. "We'll be lying down. So, if you're up for it …" she trailed off.
"Oh, I'm definitely up, er, for it," he said. Tony shifted uncomfortably in his seat and peered down at his crotch. Angela followed his gaze.
"Oh my, you really are up for it," she teased him. "Just thinking about it did that?"
"Um, well yeah. It's you, Angela. But wait!" Tony took a deep breath. "Are we movin' too fast here? I don't want to rush you or anythin'."
Angela looked at him incredulously. "Tony, you're the one who instigated things between us last night. You kissed me first … you touched me." Angela placed her hand on his cheek and sighed. "You gave me a taste of what it's like to be with you, and now, I …" Angela paused and gazed into Tony's eyes. "And now, I want more. I want you, all of you."
"Actually, I'm the one who got a taste last night," he said with a huge grin. He smiled at the deep blush that suddenly bloomed on Angela's cheeks.
"Tony!"
"Angela, I want more too. I've wanted you for so long, you got no idea."
"Tell me." Angela leaned in closely and tilted her head, waiting.
Tony nodded. "It goes way back, Ang. Remember when I walked in on you coming out of the tub?" Tony closed his eyes for a moment, visualizing the moment he'd seen her nude, out of the bath, all curves and glistening wet skin. "You were a Venus stepping out of that giant seashell."
"You mean the Botticelli painting? Venus' birth?" Angela's eyes widened in surprise at the comparison. "Wow, Tony, that's quite the compliment. Uh, thank you."
"Yeah, 'cept you're sexier." She'd had a tan, he remembered, a bikini tan left over from the summer before he'd met her. Her white breasts had stood out in contrast against her bronzed skin. And her long, lean legs had left him breathless with desire. She'd rendered him dazed and speechless that day, so used was he to seeing her in formal business suits with stiff shoulder pads, or in loose, unflattering sweats. Tony had had no idea what a beautiful body Angela had until that moment, three weeks after his arrival in Connecticut. "I couldn't stop thinking about you afterwards, Angela."
Angela flushed at the embarrassing memory. She'd been so horrified, so shocked and had wanted to hide. "But you weren't in love with me," she said.
"Not yet, no. I was attracted to you though. I fell in love with you a few months later."
"You did?" Angela was all bated breath and anticipation. "When?"
He smiled, and tucked a lock of tangled hair behind her ear. "When you helped me clean out my father's apartment our first Christmas together. Angela, you were there for me in a way none of my friends were. It was more than friendship then; we were beyond that. And later when we danced to my father's record collection, I realized I was in trouble. It wasn't just attraction anymore. I was in love with my boss." Tony touched his forehead to hers. "And that's why it slipped out before my appendectomy. It was right there, on the surface, all the time. I couldn't deny it because I had no inhibitions under sedation."
Angela closed her eyes and inhaled. "Oh Tony." More words eluded her. She wound her hands around his neck and stroked the short hair at his nape. "I'm so sorry for getting together with Geoffrey." Tears began to gather in her eyes and she blinked them away.
"Angela?" it was a whisper against her hair.
"Hmmmm?" she kept her eyes closed, relishing in the solid feel of him against her.
"When did you … you know, er, know you loved me?" Tony clenched his muscles, hoping it wasn't only a recent development.
"Jim Peterson," she said with a soft sigh.
"What?!" Tony pulled back from her, aghast. "What does that bum have to do with anything?"
"You threw him out of my party, remember? You were so angry with him and you defended my honor from his insults, even risked your job to save mine. That's when it hit me like a tonne of bricks."
"That you loved me?"
"Yes. I was crazy about you, Tony. Even when you made me that horrible garlic tea," she added with a small giggle.
"But then Michael came back," he said, frowning at the unpleasant memory. Handsome Michael back from the jungle, kicking him and Samantha out of their home so he could toy with Angela for less than a month. What a jerk.
"I'm so sorry. That must have been difficult for you." Angela shrugged, "But he was my husband; I thought I was doing the right thing."
"It was torture!" he admitted. Wait, you loved me too by then. Michael came after the party with Peterson." Tony looked at her in astonishment.
"One of the reasons it didn't work with Michael was that I kept comparing him to you, and he kept falling short. But I didn't know you felt the same way, Tony. I had no idea." She shook her head at the thought of all the missed opportunities. "All that wasted time," she lamented. "Tony, you still think we're moving too fast if we go to a hotel tonight?"
"No." He met her eyes with a solemn look and leaned in to kiss her. It was gentle and sweet, and when he pulled away, he said, "so, to the Comfort Inn?" Tony put the key into the ignition and turned.
"Yes, Tony. Yes."
A quick call to Mona, complete with teasing, and an embarrassing hotel check in without luggage were small obstacles to being together. Tony and Angela were revved up on desire and need, clinging to each other and kissing in the elevator as they made their way up to their room. Growling bellies, however, had demanded immediate attention. Now, empty plates littered the hotel room. Tony and Angela had ordered room service and scarfed down their late night sandwiches.
Freshly showered, with his belly full, Tony sat on the bed waiting. Angela was in the tub, taking a much needed bubble bath. Her dirty clothes hadn't fully dried and she'd been sitting in damp discomfort ever since her near-mugging. The pair had ditched their soggy garments for clean white hotel robes, and the laundry service had taken their wet things away to be cleaned.
"Hey Angela? You almost done in there?" Tony began to pace outside the bathroom door.
"Um …" Tony heard a loud thump followed by a splash. He burst through the bathroom door. "What happened? Are you okay?"
Angela looked like she was either on the verge of laughing or crying. She sat in the tub, her arms resting on the ledge. A big puddle of water was spreading over the bathroom floor.
"Angela?" Tony took two swift steps toward her, careful not to slip on the wet floor. "What happened?"
"I tried to get up, and I fell. Forgot that a sprained ankle can't support my weight," she said sheepishly.
"Oh geez, you could have been hurt. Let me help you." Tony held his hands out to Angela so she could pull herself up. "Easy does it, easy does it, use your good leg, that's right, I got you." He murmured words of encouragement as he pulled her up. "Ok, sit on the edge of the tub and swing your legs over. Can you do that?"
Angela nodded and did as Tony suggested. "A towel would be nice, though. I'm cold."
Tony grabbed a fresh towel off the wall rack and held it out to her. She began to grab it. "Wait," he gasped.
"What? What is it?" Angela was shivering and covered in goosebumps.
"My Venus, coming out of her shell again," he said. "Just admiring you." He cast his eyes down the length of her seated form and sighed. "More beautiful than I remember," he told her as he placed the towel over Angela's shoulders and wrapped his arms around her. They remained seated on the tub's ledge, he covering her with the big fluffy towel. He gently rubbed his hand up and down her back to warm her up. "Is that better?"
"Ummm, yes, that's nice, but my legs are still cold."
"Can't let anythin' happen to those perfect legs now, can we?" Tony reached over to the towel rack and grabbed a second one for her, then placed it over her legs. Angela rested her head on Tony's shoulder, and closed her eyes. She felt warm and drowsy, and only wanted to bury herself in his strength and scent.
"You fallin' asleep on me, Angela?" Tony kissed her temple and began leading her to the bed. "You wanna lie down? Get some sleep?" While disappointed, he could see that she was tired and could barely keep her eyes open.
"The bath made me sleepy. I'm sorry." She unleashed a deep yawn that made her bleary eyes water.
"Get some sleep, Angela. You had a traumatic evening." Tony held out a bathrobe to her. "Give me your wet towels and use this instead," he told her.
"No, it's okay. I don't want to sleep in a bathrobe, too bulky." Angela slid beneath the covers and let the wet towels fall to the floor. Tony's blinked a few times in surprise and gathered the towels.
"You coming to bed," she asked, her voice deep and husky from fatigue.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm coming." Tony finished hanging the wet towels in the bathroom and took a few quick steps toward the bed. Then, he simply stood there, admiring Angela's bare shoulder peeking out from the blankets. He couldn't decide if he should keep his robe on or not. They'd be asleep, that is if sleep could come to him while lying down next to a naked Angela. The robe was bulky to sleep in; she was right about that.
"Tony?" Angela turned in the bed to face him. "Coming?"
"Yeah, I'm in." He dropped the robe and let it fall off his muscular frame. Aware of her eyes on him, he could feel himself begin to flush. He lifted the covers on his side and began to climb in.
"Wait."
"What is it, Angela?"
"I want to look at you first. You've seen me, so it's only fair." Angela sucked in her bottom lip, then exhaled sharply. Beneath her gaze, Tony's member began to harden. She admired his muscled chest and abs, his solid legs and the growing manhood between them, nestled in a thatch of dark hair. Suddenly Angela was feeling very much awake. She sat up in bed and threw back the covers. "Maybe I'm not ready to go to sleep just yet," she said.
"Oh good, 'cause there's no way I'm falling asleep now," Tony replied. He sat on the bed and reached for her, cupping her face in his hands. She closed the distance between them and pressed her open mouth against his. Their kiss was passionate and searing, tongues dueling, and teeth clashing. Tony turned her head slightly to one side so he could deepen the kiss, allowing his tongue to completely invade her mouth, tasting her. Angela could only hold on, and grasped his shoulders for support.
"I've wanted to kiss you like that for such a long time," she breathed out. "And after last night's kisses, I haven't been able to stop thinking about kissing you more. You make my knees go weak."
"You can kiss me all night," Tony told her. He placed his warm mouth on her collarbone and nibbled the soft skin there. His hand slid beneath the blankets and found her trembling knees. He began to ease his hand up her silky thigh, all the while sucking on her collarbone and neck. Tony's mouth found its way to Angela's right breast and he began kissing her taut nipple, sucking and nibbling on it. She shuddered against him, feeling a new slickness between the legs.
Tony pulled his mouth away and looked up at her. "You got me, Ang. Whatever you want to do."
In a frenzied heat, Angela threw the blankets off and stretched toward Tony, arching her back. Restlessness and excitement overtook her body and she needed to move. She looked at Tony and smiled, then placed her hands over the hard planes of his chest, smoothing her fingers over his pecs and firm shoulders. "You feel so good." She breathed her words into his ear, her hot breath caressing the side of his face. He shivered. Angela brought her mouth to Tony's chest and began kissing him, inhaling his scent and trailing her hands down his back. She squatted before him, making herself small, burying her face in his strength and masculinity.
Tony ran his hands through her still tangled hair and moaned when she began licking his nipples. He brought his hands down her back and lower, grabbing her round ass. He squeezed her cheeks and rubbed his hands over them, kneading and massaging her behind. His hands moved down her bent thighs and he kissed the top of her head. "Angela?"
She pulled away and looked into his eyes, seeing the passion that matched her own. They locked eyes, the air between them swirling with lust and want. He kissed her again and eased her back down on the bed to a lying down position, but she popped right back up again when they broke apart for breath. She pushed him down and moved to straddle him, careful of her ankle. She knelt, one leg on either side of him and ran her slick centre over his erection. They both gasped at the sensation. She repeated the motion over and over, increasing friction and pressure but it wasn't enough. Angela wanted Tony inside of her.
As if reading her thoughts, he lined himself up with her entrance and gently pushed himself in, so she could accommodate to his size. She moaned and helped him in deeper, lowering herself onto him until she enveloped him completely. They stayed like that for a few moments, in awe of being joined.
"Madonna Mi," Tony murmured.
"Can't stay like this, my ankle," Angela said. "Need to lie down."
Remaining locked into her, Tony eased her into a lying down position. He hovered above her now, still joined but not yet moving. He couldn't remain still any longer and began thrusting into her slowly and deeply, his eyes never leaving hers. The rhythm came to them naturally and they began moving in tandem, finding the right speed and force. Angela threw her legs over Tony's shoulders so he could fill her completely. She'd dreamed of this moment, making love, overcome by his raw masculine power rocking into her over and over again.
Tony looked into Angela's face, watching the high pink colour in her cheeks, and the sweat beginning to bead on her forehead. He leaned down and kissed her as he continued pounding into her. He was close, he could feel it but didn't know if she was, so he reached down between them and touched her in that special spot to ignite her release.
They fell over the edge together, airborne in ecstasy, moaning and gasping for breath. Tony called out Angela's name before he stilled, and heard her scream out his. Spent, Tony collapsed beside her, his breath coming out in short, harsh puffs. "Oh my god, oh my god," he said. "That was … that was … wow."
"Ummm, so good," she panted between breaths.
"Hey," Tony turned onto his side to face her. Angela curled up and smiled at him.
"Hey yourself," she whispered back. She brought her fingers to his cheek and caressed his flushed face. He grasped her fingers and turned over her palms, then placed a searing kiss on her wounded skin. "Gotta bandage those up again," he said.
"Later, so sleepy Tony." Angela's eyes began to close and Tony grabbed the bedding at their feet and pulled it up and over their cooling bodies. He kissed her forehead, then her nose, and her closed eyelids. She smiled and exhaled a sleepy "love you" before drifting off completely.
"I love you so much," he said. She'd already fallen asleep, exhausted by the ordeals of the day and their lovemaking. Tony cuddled up to Angela and allowed fatigue to claim him.
A/N: So, I've given you what you wanted. Reviews please. One more chapter to wrap things up.