Angela worked on the back of his body for close to 40 minutes. She kept towels across areas of the body she wasn't working on, hoping to help body heat from escaping. But the electricity of her touch sent surges flying everywhere for Tony.
After Angela's seductive pat down, Tony felt like he was beginning to warm up quite nicely. He couldn't believe he was laying ass naked in Angela's bed and she was exploring his body. They weren't making love, but still, he'd take it any way he could get it from her. Tony still had a headache that the Advil and Beyer weren't resolving. But he didn't want that to hinder this experience he and Angela were having. For god-sakes what were the chances of anything like this happening again, especially with everyone else out of the house.
"Oh Angela," moaned Tony. Angela smiled as she finished putting rub all over Tony from his neck to his ankles, except his butt.
"Tony, I'm going to leave you resting like this. I'm going to head down and boil some water for tea, and bring it up. Can I get you anything else? I don't know what's in the fridge, are you hungry," she asked?
"Awh you're so amazing Angela. I'd love some tea. But I am hungry. I did prepare for my post-match meals. Can you bring me up a ham and cheese sandwich, more Gatorade, and a yogurt? And I guess I should tell you; I still can't shake this headache. But it might go away after I sleep it off. Wilbur was so much taller than me, I took a downward blow in the first round, and the sting of it, I guess I still can't shake it," said Tony.
"Oh Tony. I wish I could do more," said Angela. She softly ran her hand across his forehead, and down his temples. Then she trailed the areas she caressed, with gentle kisses. She felt so bad that he was so banged up and wasn't able to bounce right back.
"You already have Angela. Everything you're doing for me tonight; you've been a rock. I don't know what I'd do without you. I mean it, I couldn't recover from this without you," he said, gazing deep into her eyes.
Angela met his gaze with a gentle smile. In a soft whisper she said, "I'm going to head down now, and bring back up the food and tea. I'll turn the lamp on and the overhead light out, so you can get some rest," she said. Tony nodded and smiled, as he mouthed "thank you".
Angela got off the bed. She walked over to her vanity and flipped her lamp on, and to the doorway and flipped the overhead bedroom light off. Then she went to the hallway, then Tony's room, and recovered an empty basket from Tony's room. She brought it into her bedroom and began gathering all the wet and damp towels. She got the ones out of the bathroom, but left the light on and closed the door behind her. Then she glanced over at Tony. He was already fast asleep. She then headed out the bedroom and down the stairs with the basket.
Angela left the basket on the bottom stair and headed to the kitchen to put a pot of boiling water on. She pulled both thermos from under the sink and grabbed a handful of tea bags from the drawer. Then she headed back in the living room to grab the basket and head to the basement to put the towels in the wash. She moved a little slower as she was still a little sore from her encounter with the tub full of ice and probably tussling with Tony's body. Maybe I should rub down with some of the Ben Gay myself. Too bad Tony's in no condition to put it on me, she thought.
Eventually making it back to the kitchen with the empty laundry basket, Angela went to the fridge. She grabbed the ham, cheese, lettuce, and tomatoes to make Tony a sandwich. She got the Italian hoagie bread from the breadbox. She made two meaty sandwiches and cut them each in half. She grabbed two bottles of Gatorade and a bottle of spring water for herself. By now, the pot is to a nice boil and Angela was ready to put the water in the thermos. After she turned off the stove, and filled both thermoses, she screwed on the caps and cups tightly. She then grabbed Jonathan's He-Man mug from the cabinet and added it to her pile. She got the picnic basket from the closet and added all the food and beverages. Then she placed the picnic basket in the clothing basket along with a portable food tray and headed back upstairs. Once upstairs, she grabbed her large electric heating pad out of the linen closet and added it to the clothing basket before heading to her bedroom.
As she entered the bedroom, Tony was still fast asleep. She placed the basket in the chair of her vanity and picked up a bit in the bedroom. She piled any unused covers in the corner of her room. She then went to Sam's room and gathered the duvet off her bed. When she returned to her room, Tony was still sleeping.
Angela began to unpack the food and beverages on her vanity. As she was fixing the tea, Tony heard her and opened his eyes. What a beautiful vision she was being domestic and nursing him back to health. Tony is usually the one in these roles, so he's just so happy to see her love on him in this way. That's one of the qualities he's come to adore in her, her loving nature.
You're handling things over there quite nicely Angela. Oh, and I see you used the picnic basket. Work smarter, not harder," he teased.
He's got to be kidding! I can't cook, but I'm not an idiot. I can manage in my home, not as good as he can, but I am capable of taking care of things, including him. He's so cocky, and cute, ha-ha, thought Angela. "Tell you what, Mr. Observant! Why don't you reposition yourself, and I'll bring you tea to warm up, a sports drink and a sandwich," she said.
"I'll need your help to straighten up against the headboard, if you don't mind," asked Tony? "I know I'm working you to death Angela, but I really do need you," he said. She's taking better care of me than I anticipated, maybe because she's letting her guard down. I think she's having a little fun too. It's sure making this less agonizing for me, he thought.
"Alright Tony," said Angela. She stopped fixing the food and walked over to him. She climbed over him in the bed and straddled his lap with her legs, careful not to rest on his thighs. "Sit up best you can Tony. I'll hold you while you adjust against the headboard," said Angela.
Tony was delighted, distracted, and unable to respond. He was stuck in thought with Angela straddled over his body and her breast in front of him. The tank top she was wearing was loose enough that as she leaned forward, he had a view of her royal blue bra. His mind wandered to him caressing her breast earlier and his full view of them a couple years ago.
"Tony, are you with me," cried Angela, cupping his chin, and looking into his eyes? I hope he's not zoning out, she thought.
"Yeah Angela. I heard ya. Okay, still on the count of three," Tony said. Whew … she didn't seem to catch on that my mind is inside her shirt, he thought. Tony unraveled from the covers a bit so he could have more room to push himself up and back. "This is it Angela, One – two – three," he cried. "Ggggruuuggghhhh," groaned Tony.
Angela gritted her teeth together and yelled, "Ahhhh!" Together they were able to get Tony positioned against the head board. Angela bent over and adjusted the pillows against his body to help prop him up. As she bent over, Tony had a full view of her tush, tooted up in the air, which put a gigantic smile on his face. "There, how's that Tony? Are you comfortable enough to eat? Ready to taste this ham & cheese sandwich," she asked hovering over his lap?
I'd much rather taste you, he thought. "Yeah Angela. I can't wait," said Tony, thinking he really wanted to embrace Angela and kiss all over her.
"Great," she said. She crawled over his body, on to the unoccupied side of the bed, to step out and back to the vanity to finish preparing his meal. Soon she headed over with a bed tray complete with a ham and cheese hoagy, a bottle of Gatorade, and a yogurt.
"What about the tea Angela," Tony asked?
"Oh, I didn't forget. I was delivering the food tray first. I'll bring it right over next. I'm sure you want some inside of you, to make you feel good all over. It should help warm you up," Angela said.
I bet if I was inside of you, I'd probably combust into flames, thought Tony. "Thank you, Angela," said Tony.
Angela rested the legs to the breakfast tray on the bed, across Tony's lap. She then placed a towel across his chest, almost like a make-shift bib. Then she went back to her vanity to return with his tea cup. Tony smiled and accepted the tea. He really couldn't wait to drink something warm. He took a sip, and then slowly drank the tea, taking breaks in between from the heat. Angela, couldn't help herself. She sat on the side of him on the bed, and grabbed his ham and cheese sub, then took a few bites.
"An-gel-la," cried Tony. "What am I supposed to eat for protein," he asked?
"Sorry, Tony. You know how hungry I get. Don't worry, I brought enough up to make more than one. I'll make you another when I get back. I'm going back to the basement to put the towels in the dryer. Hope you're not mad at me," she asked, leaning her forehead against his, while looking deep into his warm brown eyes.
"How can I be mad at you," Tony asked? He had that hoarse lump in his throat, probably from their physical closeness. He smiled to lighten the mood. He was so close to her lips; he gently brushed his against Angela's. Angela murmured at the soft caress of his lips against hers.
"Tony, I'll be right back. Don't move," Angela whispered as she smiled back.
"Like that's going to happened," Tony joked.
She hurried toward her door, but paused to stop and look back and give a long loving stare. She waved at him with her two fingers, before she headed down stairs to the basement to put the towels in the dryer. Tony's mind instantly wandered to the day after their anniversary dinner. He remembered her standing in the doorway to his hospital room, pretty much the same way, before she left him.
Once in the basement, Angela sat on the basement stairs. She ran her hand back through her hair, pushing it off her face, before resting her chin in her hand. Then Angela began to talk to herself, "This has been quite a day. A night. The boxing match was exhilarating, scary, and then he won. The ride home, and trip to the store was an ordeal. Not to mention getting him in the house and upstairs. Undressing him and getting him in and out of the ice was definitely more than I bargained for. But I handled it. I didn't panic, and I wasn't conservative. Still, I know we are both crossing lines, we shouldn't have. I'm his boss and he's my employee, no matter how we feel about each other," said Angela. Oh, and I'm dating Geoffrey, she thought.
Rub-A-Dub-Dub Chapter SEVEN