Not a real chapter, just a nice interlude. Another piece from Angela's new wardrobe makes an appearance. OK, so I had a poorly cropped image that I was going to post with this chapter; but it won't work for one chapter only. To see the image that launched these thousand or so words just do a search for: Carole Landis peignoir

Just think of Tony coming out of the bathroom and seeing that. That picture combined with the writing of the previous chapter created more chaos in my head that needed to get out. (This is not a continuation of the previous chapter, it's some other night.) Revised because I woke up this morning and my first thought was, "duh! I can't believe I forgot that part."

Pin-Up Girl

Tony finished his evening ablutions and switched the light off on his way out of the bathroom. He knew Angela was waiting for him in the bedroom, but as his focus was toward the bathroom, he didn't see how Angela was waiting until he turned toward the bedroom. When he saw the vision in front of him, his jaw dropped and he was halted in his tracks. For some reason it was suddenly very difficult for him to catch his breath.

Apparently Angela had decided to take another piece of her new wardrobe out to play. He started to wonder just how extensive this new wardrobe was. His mind couldn't come up with a response because it was too rattled by the sight of the bombshell displayed in front of him. For there was Angela, perched on a chair, her bare legs crossed at the ankle and propped up on the vanity. Tony thought there had never been a better use of that vanity.

Tony still couldn't form words, so engrossed was he by the fantasy in front of him. Angela was wearing a soft pink chiffon robe, the skirt of the robe, which normally would have been committing a crime by covering her divine legs, fell prey to gravity's grasp and was exquisitely arranged on the floor. If Tony had been in any sort of state of mind to think, he might have wondered how Angela was able to perfect that effect while sitting in the chair. As it was, he was only able to register appreciation for it, while being completely unable to acknowledge it.

Angela was pretending to intently read the magazine in her hand, but they both knew she wasn't reading at all. Her peripheral vision told her she'd managed to astound Tony and it took every ounce of self control that she had to continue to play it cool and keep the smile that so very much wanted to form off her face.

Angela continued to pretend to be blithely unaware of the reaction she was causing. "Hi, sweetheart," she said, with no sort of seductive inflection whatsoever and not even bothering to look away from her magazine.

"Hi," he answered, still trying to comprehend the enchantress in front of him, "comfy?" Two syllables were the most he could handle at the moment.

"Yes," she answered just as nonchalantly as before. The answer was a little bit of a fib; she was slouched, almost falling off the chair, and the vanity was digging into the back of her heel. However, she was very willing to put up with these minor discomforts for the team.

Tony was still unable to walk. He openly stared at Angela; Angela didn't feel that this was rude at all, in fact she rather enjoyed it. His gaze started at the tips of her toes, took its sweet time traveling all the way up her legs, not stopping until his eyes scrutinized every inch of her. An idle thought barely registered in his mind, "what was Angela wearing underneath that robe? A short nightgown? A sweatshirt? Nothing?" He didn't know, but he would certainly find out.

If Angela had gone through this much trouble he'd be damned if he couldn't pull himself together enough to be worthy of her effort, "I want you right here, right now," he said, his entire being radiating passion.

Angela immediately dropped the pretense and the magazine on the floor. She started to reach her arms out to him.

"Don't move a muscle."

She stopped.

Tony finally regained his motor skills and walked over to her. His hand then made almost the same journey his eyes had; he started at her toes, then drifted his hand up the front of her legs.

Angela gasped. Turnabout was fair play and it was now her turn to have difficulty breathing.

Tony reached the top of her legs and grinned.

Angela anticipated his touch and whimpered, "Tony," she held her arms out to him.

Then he did something Angela did not expect. He returned his hand back to her toes and ever so tantalizingly slowly drifted up the back of her legs; caressing each curve, and making sure to delve into that exquisite line where thigh met thigh.

Angela gripped the sides of the chair.

This time when he reached the top of her thighs, he looked at her. Her eyes were unfocused, her cheeks a delightful shade of pink and her shortness of breath had become even more pronounced. She was gorgeous. He paused for a moment to admire her. Angela looked at him, her eyes silently pleading, "Tony." He smiled a small smile, then once again turned his attention to her toes. Bending over, he touched his lips to her. He proceeded to kiss, lick and nip his way up her legs once again. Angela sighed and almost lost her balance, but gathered every ounce of strength in her to stay exactly as she was.

He made one final journey, letting lips and hands entice together. Slowly, tenderly, reverently he traversed the distance, lavishing attention on each and every inch of her soft legs.

At the end of his sauntering, he turned his attention to her lips. He moved his hand to the back of the chair and leaned in to kiss her, steadying the chair by holding the seat with his other hand. Finally, she took the chance to put her arms around him. She stroked his back as well as she could from her unstable situation on the chair. They kissed for as long as possible before having to acquiesce to the demands their precarious position.

She touched his cheek as he drew just slightly away from her. They looked at each other; their eyes reflecting a combination of love and passion for their beloved.

"I love you," he said, now that he was able to articulate the words.

"I love you, too," she managed to answer, even though she perilously close to being beyond words.

"I meant it Angela, right here, right now."

"Where there's a will, there's a way," she whispered.

And there was.