Until We Meet Again
Arriving back at the resort as dusk settled over the range, Tony and Angela had let time get away from them while enjoying all the pleasure that nature provided them. Making a quick trip back before night fell and they got lost in the darkness, the couple expressed their heartfelt apologies to the barn hand for their delay who in turn gave a knowing wink and nod to Tony, fully aware of the cause of their loss of time.
Returning to their room to freshen up before dinner, Tony stretched out on the bed while Angela showered, "I don't know that I'll ever walk normal again," he moaned as the saddle of his seat began to feel the after affects of their full speed gallop back to camp.
Exiting the bathroom, rubbing a towel against her wet hair, "Ya, that was quite some ride back, specially after," a warm smile creeping across her face, "All that other exercise we did," her tone playful and amused.
"My lady, I think I can honestly say with certainty, you have worn me out today!" He rubbed his eyes sleepily.
"Awwww, my poor baby," she laid on the bed next to him, placing a tender kiss on his cheek, "How about we get some dinner, come back here, and cozy up in front of the fire with a good movie?"
"That sounds perfect," he yawned. Releasing a slight grunt as he rose to head to the shower, Angela giggled observing him walk hunched over with his legs spread apart as if still mounted on the saddle.
After a quick dinner, the couple made their way back to their room, settling cozily in front of the fireplace watching Casablanca. Tony sat with Angela laying against his chest, his arm wrapped around her shoulder, and before long, both were out like a light.
Grunting from not only the affects of the previous day's horseback riding adventure, Tony now added stiff neck to the list of aches and pains he was feeling as he stirred awake in the early hours of Sunday morning. Gently trying to move his arm from underneath Angela's head, his efforts were lost as she moaned, "Oh Tony, what time is it?"
"I'm not sure but from the looks of the rising sun, I would say we fell asleep at some point and it's now morning," he motioned to the window beginning to illuminate light through its curtains.
"Oh my," she yawned, "I guess we were both more tired than we thought? How are you feeling?" She rose to a sitting position next to him.
"Uhhhh," he tried to move his neck from side to side to no avail, "Like I got ran over by a Mac truck!" He winced.
"Awww, poor baby, here, let me message your neck." She scooted beside him, drawing her hands up to his neck and shoulders, applying steady pressure, trying to easy his pain.
"Ahhhhh," he moaned, that feels amazing. "I never realized horseback riding could hurt so much," he rubbed the top and inner part of his thighs.
"I think it was a combination of factors, my dear," Angela giggled.
"Maybe so," he grabbed one of her hands from his shoulders, "But so very worth it!" He kissed it tenderly.
"Why don't we go stretch out on the bed and I'll give you a full body message," Angela suggested half seductively, half compassionately.
Rising to walk towards the bedroom, Tony hunched over, unable to fully erect his body, "Ang, I haven't felt like this since that boxing match with Wilber Turner!" He sulked.
"Now, now, you'll be okay, I promise." She rubbed his arm lovingly as she helped him onto the bed, "I'll take care of my baby, don't you worry!" She kissed his head.
Carefully sitting next to him, she began to message his shoulder, down his back, over his butt and onto his thighs and legs. Releasing a few small grunts and moans as she found various tender spots, Tony finally relaxed under her hands and was soon back asleep as she continued working out the tightness in his body. Overcome by her own tiredness and somewhat sore her own self, Angela stretched out next to him for a few extra hours of shut eye before they had to prepare to depart the resort and head back home.
The sun's bright glow, finally reached over the mountain top, sending streaks of sunlight through the room. Cuddling up next to Tony as the light penetrated her eyes, Angela whispered, "Tony honey, how are you feeling, we need to get up, it's getting late." She rubbed his back.
"Hummm," he hummed, turning into her, wrapping his arm around her, "I'm sorry, I fell asleep," he muzzled his face into her neck, "Your hands felt so amazing, thank you, I do feel much better!" He kissed her neck.
"Good!" She exclaimed. "You know, I was thinking, they have a spa here, what do you think about getting a real message before we head back home? I think it would do us both a world of good! I'm a little sore my own self."
"I can get used to this message thing," he mused, "Although I must say, I much prefer your hands to come message ladies' hands any day." He lifted up and kissed her cheek.
"And I much prefer yours always," she captured his lips again for a soft kiss, "But I think we're in need of some expert hands right now," she giggled. "I won't ever say that we did too much, you know," the crimson in her cheeks rising as she fluttered her eyes, "Extra exercise," she giggled, "however, the combination with horseback riding, did us both in!"
"I'll trade in the horse for the other any day of the week though," Tony's hand found his way over her torso, pulling her in for a deep kiss.
"You can say that again," she wrapped her arms around him.
After securing their reservations for a Mountain Top custom message with the added bonus of Hot Stone Message and heat therapy to melt away their tension and easy their aching muscles, Tony and Angela packed up their belonging and head to the Resort Tavern for bunch. After brunch, they headed to the spa for two and half hours of pampering and relaxation. Rejuvenated and refreshed, Tony and Angela thanked the staff for their services, settled their bill and headed back south towards Fairfield.
Arriving home just past seven, Tony and Angela were greeted by an empty house, "Huh, I wonder where Mother and Jonathan are," Angela huffed.
"Probably out getting a bite to eat," Tony assured, "I don't see that your mother would suddenly grow a domestic bone and cook dinner,' he laughed. "The apple sure doesn't fall to far from the tree where that's concerned with you and her," His pleasure with his comic ability evident om his face.
"I can think of a few other things I inherited from my mother," her voice low and sultry, "I just chose to not share them with the world." She stated with conviction.
"And how glad am I that you don't!" He grabbed her waist, pulling her into a deep kiss. 'I'm gonna miss this again," he whined coming up for air.
"I am too," she sighed, "How long are we going to keep up this charade and pretend that we're not, you know, intimate?" She said shyly.
"I don't Angela, it's getting harder to stay away from you but I'm just still not comfortable with letting the world into our personal business and I really want to set a good example for the kids, I'm sorry. You understand, don't you?" His tone pleading and uncertain.
'I do," she kissed his lips, "I don't like it and I miss you terribly, but I respect your feelings and love you for being such a great father to our kids."
"Our kids, ay?" He smiled, "I love the sound of that!" He kissed her softly. "I really do love Jonathan as if he were my own, and I know Sam couldn't have asked for a better mother to step in help me raise her. I don't know what we would have done without you!" His eyes swelled as he felt the love he had for her surge.
"Ahhh Tony, it's been the true honor of my life being able to help raise her with you." Her own tears threatening to escape.
Consuming her in his arms, overcome with emotions, neither of them heard the door open as Mona and Jonathan made their way back home,
"Oh please, not again," Jonathan aghast with disgust, "Do you two ever stop? Can we please pull a drape around this scene?"
"Jonathan!" Angela bellowed as the blush on her cheek rose.
"Oh, leave them be," Mona slapped his arm, "How long have we waited to see them like this?" She gave a knowing smile to Angela, shoving Jonathan with her shoulder.
"The kissing, the cuddling, my parents, I'm disgusted!" He turned and went up the stairs.
"Well, my babysitting duty is done," her eyes followed him as he disappeared into the hallway, "Now on to my own kissing and cuddling, see you tomorrow!" Mona proceeded out the door to her apartment.
Shocked and confused, Tony and Angela remained silent for a beat as they processed the preceding sixty seconds, "Tony," Angela broke the silence, "Did you hear what I think he said?"
"I think so, what did you hear?" Tony questioned; his forehead puckered.
"He said, "My parents?" Angela's voice shaky and unsure.
"That's what I heard." Tony confirmed with a broad smile.
"Awww Tony, we're his parents!" She gushed. "I never thought I'd hear him say that again, parents. You really are the father Michael never was. Thank you!" She leaned in, overcome with emotions, wrapping her arms around him.
"Awww sweetheart, you have no idea what that just meant to me," his own emotions begging to be released, "I'm shocked and touched and- oh Angela, I love that kid so much, the thought of ever letting him down or have him think of me as anything less than someone he can look up to and know will always be there for him, that just, I can't even put it into words," he released the tears he had been fighting.
They stood in the living room, tucked into each other arms, collecting their emotions, and relishing in the moment they just shared, "Should we go up and talk to him?" Angela questioned, finally composing herself somewhat.
"No, let him be Ang, he'll just get embarrassed and deflect. He said it, I know in my heart he meant it and that's all that matters to me. You know how he gets with emotional stuff like this."
"I know and thank you, you're one hundred percent right. I love you, Tony Micelli!" She captured his lips.
Having unpacked their overnight bags after a small, dinner snack, Tony and Angela met up on the couch for a few last moments together before parting once again to their respective rooms and another lonely night longing to be in each other's arms.
"I'm going to miss you tonight," Tony took her hand and kissed it.
"I'm going to miss you!" Angela melted into his chest, wrapping her arms about his waist. "How did we manage for so long, before?" She whimpered.
"Because we didn't know what we were missing," he lifted his chin, placing a soft kiss on her forehead as their eyes met.
"Well, I don't know if I's rather go back to not knowing what I was missing or missing what I know I have because either way, it sucks!" She cried.
"I know sweetheart, but we've only got one semester left and hopefully then I can find a job and not be your HOUSEKEPPER," his tone sarcastic and resentful, "Anymore and things can be different. But for now, lets just enjoy the time we have and let's not forget, we do have your office if you ever care to join me in there?" He moistened his lips as a devilish grin spread across his face.
"Oh Mr. Micelli, you naughty boy, are you suggesting we fornicate in my office again?" Her eyes fluttering with innocence.
"Only if you want to," he shrugged his shoulders and pouched out his bottom lip.
"Hummm," she kissed his lips, "Do you promise to seduce your boss while you're in there?" Her tone lustful and passionate.
"Oh yes ma'am, I promise. I'll be a good, good housekeeper tending to all your personal needs." He crashed his mouth upon hers for a full, fervent kiss.
"Oh, I can't wait," she sighed, coming up for air.
Hand in hand they ascended the stairs back towards their rooms, pausing in the hallway for a long, sorrowful goodnight kiss. As they parted, each to their own sanctuary, Tony stopped at his door and whispered, "Hey Ang?"
"Yes Tony?"
"Dream of me tonight?"
"Every night my love!"
"Okay good, cuz I can't unthink about you- I just can't unlove you!" He blew a kiss at her closing the door as she captured his kiss and help it to her chest.