Angela was still a bit sore from the impact of her hitting the tub and ice, but she didn't want Tony to know it. She headed down the stairs a bit slower than normal. After she checked the door locks again, she put all the beverages in the fridge in the kitchen, except for a bottle of Gatorade. She left that out to take upstairs to Tony. She also grabbed Tony's Rainbow Brite mug, the first aid kit, and the bag with remaining supplies before slowly heading back upstairs.

Once she reached the top of the stairs, she stopped to catch her breath. She looked at herself in the hallway mirror. She looked like she had been fighting in the ring herself at this point. But she was proud of herself. Not only was she taking care of Tony, like he always does for her, she was letting herself go and enjoying it. But she wasn't sure how far she wanted things to go. But then again, how far could things go, he's injured and can hardly move. Yes, so this is a good time for me to be domestic, and take care of him, thought Angela. She took a deep breath and walked through her bedroom door.

As she entered her room, she saw his clothes all over the floor. She could glance to the doorway of the bathroom and see that Tony had settled in the ice and his head was back, with a towel over his head. She placed the bag on her vanity, and picked up all of Tony's discarded clothing on her bed and floor. As she picked up Tony's clothes from all over the place, she could hear him say, "This place looks like a grease pit". She snickered to herself at the thought of him fussing about the condition of her bedroom, even at a time like this.

Angela then took the items to his bedroom. She turned on his light, and decided that she needed to get him something clean, but comfortable to wear. She placed his items in his hamper and began going through his drawers. She found his underwear drawer and decided that he'd probably prefer boxers over briefs considering his physical injuries. She also found his pajamas and grabbed a pair of pants. She grabbed a pair of socks, his robe, and house slippers, and headed back to her room. When she entered, she laid the items on her bed. Then she heard Tony's voice calling out to her.

"Angela, are you back? You were gone a while, you alright," asked Tony from her bathtub?

"Tony, I'm fine. I put the rest of the items we got from the store up in the kitchen and grabbed some things. Then when I got upstairs with everything, I searched until I found you something to wear from your room. You know for when you get out of the tub," Angela said.

"You went to my room? What ya get me," inquired Tony?

"Well, like you'd put it, I got you your skivvies and some pajamas," teased Angela in an Italian accent.

"That's not me Angela, that's Stal-lone," said Tony. He wasn't annoyed that she was mocking him, he was actually tickled that she wasn't so reserved and really just being playful with him. Especially after seeing him naked, which he had no problem with. Tony was proud of his Roman-god like physique. He worked hard to maintain his great looking body daily. Especially when he realized the power he has over Angela. He loves making her squirm, and watching her struggle to remain prim and proper.

"I thought I sound just like you," said Angela from the bedroom. Before I go in, I need to make sure I look better than I looked the last time he saw me. I've sweated this outfit to the max, it will have to go to the cleaners. Hey, I can change into something, more comfortable, but not too comfortable, just out of this. Let's see what can I quickly put on, she thought.

Angela rummaged through her drawer and found a pair of sweat shorts and a Madonna, Like A Virgin, tank top, which clearly isn't hers. It still had the tag on it. Must be Mother's, but I'm wearing it now, she said to herself. She kept her tennis shoes on, because they'd provide her with the best grip and support for handling Tony. She quickly changed and discarded her royal blue attire on the chair to her vanity. She decided that she wanted to treat Tony's body in his room, because that's some place they usually don't interact. Besides, she'd like to give him a few memories to hold on to from the comfort of his own bed. Angela quickly took the sports drink, first aid kit, creams, and rubs to Tony's room. She closed the curtains tightly. She put the lamp on, so she could see when she brought him to his room. Then she gathered her royal blue clothing and Tony's "whatever's" to head to Tony.

As she entered her bathroom, Tony's gaze was intensely upon her. His eyes followed her every move, as she put her clothing in the hamper, and placed his on the face bowl vanity. Then she made her way over to the tub, and sat on the stair.

"Tony, here. Take these Advil now, and I'll give you the Bayer a little later," said Angela. She passed him his Rainbow Brite Mug with some water from the sink. Tony extended his shaking hand to get the Advil.

"Tony, your hand shaking like the tail of a rattlesnake. Here let me," Angela says taking the mug shaking in his hand. She puts the two Advil in his mouth, and holds the mug up to his mouth while cupping his chin for him to drink water with the meds.

"Thank you, Angela. Now that the pain killers are in me, hopefully they'll start working soon," Tony said, as his teeth chattered. Ok, Micelli, what's your next move man? You've got to get your naked body out of the tub, but you need her to help you. But you have to make this interesting. Think man. Maybe I need to kiss her or touch her first. I'm drawing a blank, I think my body is too cold and I can't think. I just need to get her in here and maybe I can come up with something, he thought.

"Tony, I think you've been in this ice bath long enough. We don't want to cause an injury because you over did it. So, what do you say we figure out how to get you out? I'll do my best, but you know you'll have to help and guide me, on how and when you want to move," suggested Angela.

Tony reached up to brush his hand along her cheek. Tony's hand was ice chilling. And he was shivering when he touched her. Still Angela blushed.

"Oh Tony, you're so cold. You need to warm up. We've got to get you out of there," said Angela. She rubbed her hands together quickly trying to create electric heat and placed one on each of Tony's cheeks. Tony let out a sigh. Before she knew it, Angela found herself melting and leaning over his face. She placed her lips against Tony's very softly. Tony wrapped his chilly arms around Angela, struggling to hold their position, as they kissed softly.

After a couple of minutes, Tony's body shook, from the ice. Angela was startled and jumped out of his arms. "Oh Tony, I'm sorry. I got lost and caught up in the moment. It was so inappropriate. Let me get you out of this ice," cried Angela.

"It's okay Angela. I wanted to be in the moment with you," Tony said shivering. "But out of this ice is where I need to be," he confirmed. "Tell you what we'll do. You get some towels and place them along the tub's ledge. I'll pull or push up out of here and roll out of the tub along the towels. It should be easier to help me up from there," he said.

Thank God she's here with me. But I kinda feel bad for what I'm doing to her, and even Geoff. He's a nice guy, but he's not the man for her. I can tell by the way she's reacting to me; he's definitely not handing her automotive needs. I mean, she seems like she needs her oil changed and tires rotated. Too bad I'm injured, because she can't resist me. Lord knows I can't resist her. And she's acting on her own in a lot of instances, so I can't take all the blame. She seems to be having just as much pleasure as I am, so why stop here? Micelli, you're going to need to go to Confession after tonight, he thought.

Rub-A-Dub-Dub Chapter FIVE