Tony woke from his sleep-in slight discomfort. He wasn't exactly in the original position he fell asleep in, while sharing Angela's bed with her. Even though Angela began the night laying on the opposite side of the bed, she managed to scooch over up under Tony in her sleep. Tony's bruises were still tender, and his head was still slightly throbbing. But he felt it was worth all the pain and discomfort to have Angela sleeping against his naked body. No pain, no gain. I can't believe I had to fight in a boxing match, and need medical attention to get Angela in bed with me, he snickered to himself.
Tony concluded that this was his and Angela's "what if" moment, and he wasn't going to deny them anything. So often, because of their employment circumstances and their children, they decide to not "test the waters" beyond the camouflaged status of their friendship. And when they do, something or someone interferes, like Geoffrey at The Ferguson wedding. No matter who or what interferes, it always confuses and further complicates their relationship. But tonight, well last night and through the wee hours of the morning, changed all that. They definitely shared natural chemistry, potent enough to cause an explosion. These thoughts I've been having about me and my boss, well me and Angela; I should be locked up for life without parole. So much for you'd never catch me doing something dumb like sleeping with my employer, Tony amusingly thought.
Tony secretly decided in his heart, that he wants to keep Angela close, while he figures out how to become a man worthy of her stature. He had no idea how, but he was going to make it happen. Besides she is killing time with Geoffrey wining and dining her, but she comes home to me! And I still blame myself for that, but I'm confident that I put enough on her mind tonight (and every night) and in her heart (and stomach, ha-ha) that she wouldn't consider going all the way with Geoffrey with a "G". At least I hope so, he thought.
Tony adjusted his body's position and the angle he was laying. Then Tony wrapped his arm around Angela, under the cover, as she was in a deep sleep against his body. He made sure their fingers were still interlaced from Tony's other hand being clasped to hers.
"Humm, Oh TO-NY," moaned Angela in her sleep. A fish hook smile rose on Tony's face. She's calling my name, he thought.
"Is that a banana in your pocket, or are you just glad to see me," she said while sleeping, but slowly in her sultry and sexy low voice. Ohhhh, not again! Maannn, I'd kill to know what she's dreaming. Damn … she's hilarious, and if I didn't know any better, I'd think I was in bed with Mona. Damn, I hate I couldn't adjust fast enough. I guess she felt me against her hip. I'm gonna have to apologize for this too now, thought Tony.
"Hahahahaha," laughed Angela happily, carrying on in her sleep. At least she's laughing, and she's not mad, at least in her sleep. After what happened tonight, I'll play this one by ear, he thought.
"Hey Ange ... Angela," Tony softly said in her ear, but she didn't wake up. Instead, she responded by releasing her hand from his and putting it over Tony's groin. In a hoarse undertone, Tony called her name once more, "An-gel-la"! But still, she didn't wake up. She just moaned as she caressed his bare balls.
Tony smiled as he gave a sigh of release, "Ahhhh! I wish I could give it to ya, trust me. But you can hold me (and add some pressure, he thought) for now until I can," whispered Tony. She's going to wake up soon, and with a hand full! But I'll take it any way I can get it from her. Even if it's in her dreams, thought Tony.
Tony now had a "good feeling buzz" going as he laid in bed with Angela. He was naked and she was partially dressed laying in his arms, in her bed, and was holding and caressing his junk. What more could I ask for? Well, there is one thing, but we're not ready for that yet. Only in our dreams for now I guess, thought Tony.
Tony, with a smile plastered on his face, closed his eyes and began to reflect on his night with Angela. It all began from the time she helped him to the car from Syd's gym. That's when she began to cater to his every need. There was the ride to Fairfield with a stop at the 24-hour convenient store. The task of getting him and all the supplies in the house and up the stairs. And from the hallway outside of Angela's bedroom, is the last moment he could recall that they had shared before all the blurred lines that previously existed between them, disappeared. He and Angela both got gutsy and without discussion, had thrown caution to the wind and began to playfully rouse each other throughout his recovery ritual. Angela was meeting his needs and began to tease his desire. She has been so loving and domestic to my surprise. I've had her undivided attention all night. Not to mention sensual and sneakily freaky! I guess she's got a few "D" bones in her. She's always well put together, business minded, and is working so hard and so much. I guess she just never had a chance to exercise those domestic bones to make them strong. But then again if she was, I wouldn't have a job and we never would've met, thought Tony.
Thinking back Tony remembered that eventually, Angela physically and mentally exhausted herself, trying to meet all of Tony's needs at once. She probably wore herself out being as spontaneous as she was too. Then she finally crashed in her bed with him before saying good night. She feels and smells so good next to me in my awkward embrace. And her toes, they are so soft and are still warm, Tony thought as he began drifting back to sleep.
As time went on, they laid wrapped together in Angela's bed, knocked completely out. Tony was snoring with some random babbling and Angela occasionally said something while asleep as well. Neither heard or disturbed the other between their snoring and babbling. Angela finally began to regain some consciousness, but hadn't opened her eyes.
I sure don't feel like getting up, but this tiny bladder of mine. With all the running around I did I forgot to use the bathroom from all the tea I drank. I hate to get up but I need to relieve myself. Oh my god, her eyes shot open wide, ... my hand is cradling his manhood and it's erected again. Oh damn, it's my fault again. He can't take this anymore and neither can I. I'll just go to the bathroom and get a hot moist towel and cover him. The moist heat will relax him, I hope.
Anything else we'll deal with in the morning. I'm just glad he's still snoring. Hopefully I can sneak from under him. I can't believe were chest to chest. He's got to feel my nipples. I do ... they're so tender. I must be hurting him, I know he was sensitive when I was massaging him last night, thought Angela.
Angela slipped out of bed without waking Tony. She slipped in the hallway to use Tony's bathroom so she didn't wake him. She realized how wet she was when she used his toilet and felt embarrassed. "Well, I didn't pee on myself, so I must have been having wet dreams. Knowing me they were probably about Tony. Oh gosh, I hope I didn't embarrass myself and talk out loud in my sleep," Angela wondered out loud to herself.
"Let me get him a hot moist towel to calm down with. Then I better freshen up myself before returning to bed. But I'll just have to go commando because I don't have any fresh panties at hand to put on. And I'm too afraid and embarrassed for Tony to wake up and see what I'm doing if I get some out of my drawer. I could put some of his on since I'm in here. Naaahhhh," Angela said with a snicker.
Angela tip-toed back in her bedroom to Tony's side of her bed. She gently pulled the cover back so she didn't wake him. Between the moonlight seeping through the window treatments and the light from under her bathroom door, she could see that Tony was in full bloom and saluting. I wonder if he's dreaming of me, she thought as she smiled at the vision before her. She softly placed the moist heated hand towel over Tony's penis and pulled the covers back over him. She stood still to see if he moved or motioned, but he only smiled in between snoring. She glanced at her underwear drawer, but then decided that it makes too much noise. So, she tip-toed back out of her room, closing the door behind her to Tony's bathroom. "He should be calming down by the time I get back in bed," Angela whispered to herself.
Back in Tony's bathroom she stood and looked around, admiringly how neat, clean, and organized it was. Then she stared at herself in the mirror. Her thoughts soon consumed her. Anyway, this shouldn't be too awkward, it's not the first time we've slept together without underwear. Besides, Tony knows where my mole is and now, I can confirm he has more than one tattoo. So, what, big deal, right, thought Angela! What have I done? No live in housekeeper and his boss should know these intimate details about each other, even if they are single. Well one is dating in a relationship. Oh, there is no way to spin this, I've cheated on Geoffrey! Ugh, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree, she thought in self-pity.
Angela took her clothes off and refreshed herself. Then she slipped her tank top and shorts back on over her naked body. As she was getting ready, she continued to reflect on her own life.
I guess when it comes to romance and men in general, my life has never been simple. Kenny, Brian, Grant, Jeffrey, Harry, and Michael. Then I met Anthony Micelli, well we reconnected, she laughed to herself, and then Geoffrey. In the middle of a date with Tony, how classless! My gosh, I am my mother's child. I won't claim that my hidden Mona-"isms" kicked in, because Tony pushed me away, she thought.
This romantic thing with me, it must be an underdeveloped area in my life from Daddy being a work-a-holic, and passing away when I was only 14. I still miss him so much. I'm sure Dr. Bellows would agree with that as well. Oh gosh, I hope I'm not doing that to Jonathan! But I've got to work long and hard, especially as an owner and female president with the business I'm in. And Tony has the home front more than under control. I couldn't do what I do well without Tony. Besides, working hard is how I take care of our little family. I bring home the bacon, and Tony fry's it, Angela sarcastically thought!
Then she heard the faded sound of sleep, "Zzzzzz", from across the hall. Listen to that husky snoring. I do miss that. Since Michael wasn't home often, laying in his arms and him snoring in my ear was always a pleasure. It was wonderful because it meant that I wasn't alone anymore. But the crazy part was I was still very much lonely, thought Angela. That is until Tony became our housekeeper. Him and Sam really did bring so much to our lives. Then Mother moved over the garage. That would've never happened or worked, without Tony living here, she admitted to herself.
Truth is, I'm so weak for Tony. And I really can't stand to see him in pain. If he's hurting, then so am I. I do what I can, or what he allows me to, and I push until he lets me make it better. It annoys him, but he knows I care, and that I care a lot. So much so that I drive myself crazy until I can tell things are in a good place. I've never been so wrapped up in the well-being of another man, outside of Michael. And still, there is a difference in my involvement with Tony versus Michael. That's gotta mean something, but what, thought Angela?
Angela looked on the stand and noticed a magazine. I wonder if it's a dirty one he uses while handling himself, she thought. But it was a GQ Magazine to her surprise. I didn't know he read magazines like this, she thought. As she flipped through, she noticed a brief section of an article titled The Health Benefits of Sex. It said: "Health benefits to having sex include: better sleep; strengthens muscles; reduces risk of heart disease, stroke, and high blood pressure; reduces stress and anxiety (that's for me, she thought); and increases libido".
In an irrational rage of jealously, Angela whispered in an outburst, "Who is Tony sleeping with that his libido is so healthy? He actually said that was his problem. I always said it was due to him being such a fit athlete with his intense workouts and of course, he's Italian. But truthfully, who knows what he does when he leaves the house; especially back in Brooklyn," she said out loud to herself as she returned his magazine back on the stand.
"Well, whomever she or they are, it's certainly not me! No, we don't carry on as if we are in some tawdry affair," Angela spoke looking at herself in Tony's bathroom mirror. Then she shamefully whispered, "that is, except for tonight. And as great as it's been, this can't happen again. Not like this anyway. Not like this anyway, what am I saying? Oh Angela! She dropped her head in humiliation, even though she was alone and muttered, "Geoffrey".
Geoffrey, he deserves better than this. Maybe I should break up with him. Angela, you are being foolish and you're too exhausted to make any type of rational decisions tonight. Just go back to bed, practically naked with your naked housekeeper. To be ivy-league smart, I really feel blonde at the moment, she thought staring at her roots in the mirror. Angela took a deep breath, gathered her moisten panties, turned out Tony's bathroom light, and headed back to her bedroom for bed. Filled with guilt and shame, Angela slipped into her bed backwards to Tony, without waking him. She whispered, "Sweet dreams, Tony." I wonder if he has these mental musings after dark, she thought. Then she closed her eyes and bowed her head.
"Oh God, I am full of reckless abandon when it comes to my housekeeper, and what appears to be buying time, when it comes to my boyfriend. Help me to gain control and some footing in my love life. I care for both these gentlemen. I don't want to hurt either of them. I appreciate your feedback and support in this area of my life. Sincerely, Angela. Amen", she thought from her heart to the Lord. Angela felt a sense of peace fall upon her as she lifted that heavy burden from her chest. She doesn't practice her protestant faith often, but she remembers how to pray from attending Sunday School when she was very young. Well, she might have improvised a bit, as she sounded like she was closing out a business letter dictation, but she knew God would understand. Soon after her prayer, Angela fell into a pattern of deep sleep.
After a while, Tony magnetically and unaware, drew himself to the back of Angela's body and spooned her. He slid one arm along her side, resting one hand on the crease between her mound and upper inner thigh. The other arm he slid under body, resting his hand on her abdominal area, right under her breasts. They continued to soundly sleep through what was left of the night and into the early morning.
Author's Note:
Shout Out of Thanks to Maribel3344 for pitching a writing concept to me that I was able to use in this chapter.
Also, you may note some of Tony and Angela's inner thoughts are actual things they've said in episodes much later than season 2, episode 17. I thought it might be fun to use them as their inner thoughts and not as things they've said, cause those conversations and events haven't occurred yet.
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