Author's Note: This is a sequel/companion piece to my other story, "Let It Happen." It's not necessary to have read that one, but this story might make more sense if you have. This isn't going to be a coherent, chapter-by-chapter story. Basically each chapter is going to be a little vignette exploring Tony and Melfi's romance after the events of "Let It Happen". Some chapters will be lemony (like this one), some not; every chapter will stand on its own and not really be related to the others. As always, I'd really appreciate reviews, especially any constructive criticism you can offer. Happy reading!

Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. They are the property of David Chase and HBO. I'm not making any money off of this and this is just for my own amusement.

Tony Soprano groaned as his mind passed from the tranquil oblivion of sleep to the stark reality of wakefulness. He didn't want to be awake, because his first coherent thought told him that it was Sunday, and that today marked the end of his idyllic weekend alone with the woman whose nude body was still spooned against his, just the way that they had fallen asleep the night before. It was comfortable and warm there with her, whereas waking up and getting out of bed would mean that Tony was that much closer to having to return home to the cold stares and bitter words of his wife.

Carmella had been through the paces with Tony and his affairs enough times to know when he was cheating on her. She had yet to confront him about it, but he knew she knew that there was someone else. He was just waiting for the shit to hit the fan, not knowing what he would do or say when it finally did. In the past it had always been so easy for him to kick his goomars and other flings to the curb when Carmella began to get jealous or when he no longer felt that he was having "fun" with them anymore.

Jennifer Melfi, sleeping peacefully next to him, was no goomar. The relationship that they now shared had been eight years in the making before they had even become intimate, and Tony knew that what he felt for her was, as he had confessed to his closest friends when they had inquired about his new woman, "the real deal." Carmella had been his sweetheart, and he cared about her as his wife of more than twenty years and the mother of his children, but Jennifer was his passion, and he knew that he could never not have her in his life.

Tony closed his eyes and put his head back on the pillow, still tired and desperately wanting to be unconscious. The morning sun, bright and insistent as it streamed through the curtains, was brutal, and the intensity of his thoughts would not allow him to go back to sleep. Frustrated, he threw the sheets off of himself, uncovering Jennifer in the process. She made a sleepy little noise of protest as the cool air hit her bare skin, but didn't open her eyes or give any other sign of having been roused. As Tony went to put the blanket over her, he found himself studying her body, the soft luminescence of her skin, the swell of her full breasts and the perfection of her every curve. He felt a stirring of need as he watched the way her chest rose and fell with every shallow breath.

Aroused, he put his hand on her shoulder and shook her gently. If he wasn't going to go back to sleep, then he wanted her awake. He felt himself growing hard with desire, and he wanted her pressed against him, wanted her lips and tongue twined with his and her moans in his ear. He said her name as he gave her another shake, and she responded with a groan of protest.

"Time to get up, Jen," he said.

"Don't wanna," she replied in a thick, drowsy voice. She opened her eyes only slightly, glaring at him.

"Oh, c'mon," Tony encouraged, leaning in to kiss her cheek and then the corner of her mouth, hoping to tempt her into wakefulness. Instead, she rolled away from him, pulling the covers up over her head.

"Leave me alone," she said faintly.

"Fine," replied Tony, annoyed, "Sleep all fuckin' day."

He got out of bed and left her there, gathering his clothes from the floor and heading for the bathroom. He had only been romantically involved with Jennifer for two months, and he still didn't feel entirely "at home" in her house, but he felt comfortable enough to hop into the shower. He anticipated the warm spray of the water on his skin and the opportunity to rid himself of the erection that clearly wasn't going to be taken care of any other way. Tony got a towel and grabbed a bar of his soap out of the shaving kit that he now kept at Jennifer's for nights when he stayed over.

He had just settled under the flowing water and begun to lather himself up when he heard the shower door slide open and felt arms wrap around him from behind. Jennifer's breasts were soft as they pressed against his back, and her lips electric on his shoulder. He spun around to look at her and felt a fresh stirring of arousal as he took in the way the water washed in rivers down her naked body. She stood on the tips of her toes so that her face was level with his and then leaned in to kiss him. When she darted her tongue out between his lips, Tony wound his arms around her, drawing her in close.

"Sorry I was so mean to you when you tried to get me up," she whispered against his mouth.

"It's okay," he replied, stroking up and down her back, hypnotized by the slippery feel of her wet skin. She touched him as well, running one of her hands along his side. Her mouth pulled away from his, and she planted soft, fleeting kisses on his neck before she moved lower to the middle of his chest, running her tongue along his skin and sighing at the dark taste of him beneath the freshness of the water. He smiled to himself as she trailed her hands down his chest, her tongue following the same path until she was kneeling in front of him.

When he felt her mouth on him, Tony groaned in delight. She licked from the base of him all the way up his length, then took just his head into her mouth, sucking gently. He looked down at her, and saw that her gaze was on him. She caught his eye and then sunk her mouth down, taking in all of him. Tony moaned as he felt her mouth sliding up and down his length, reveling in the pleasure that her vice-like lips and stroking tongue brought to him. Both his hands tangled in her hair, and he tried to raise her up so that he could kiss her, make love to her properly, but she sunk her fingers into the flesh of his buttocks and sucked him harder, wanting him to spill in her mouth. Tony cried out her name as he felt his orgasm washing over him, trembling as he came. His breath was heavy when she stood up and leaned her head on his chest, which rose and fell rapidly as he sucked air into his lungs.

"You are fucking amazing, Jen," he said, kissing her forehead and then each of her cheeks. She said nothing, simply held onto him and closed her eyes as he stroked her skin, moving his hands gently all over her. They held each other underneath the shower's spray until the water began to cool off and Jennifer started to shiver. He wrapped her up in a towel when they emerged from the stall, drying first her hair and then her body before taking her hand and leading her into the bedroom so that they could finish what they had begun.