Angela's Little Secret
Trying to fall back into some resemblance of a normal and comfortable routine following the chaos of Sam and Hank's shotgun wedding as well as Tony's last-minute idea to renovate the master bedroom in anticipation of their wedding and his ability to finally move into Angela's room permanently, Tony and Angela shared a quite moment pondering if all the craziness, headaches and inconveniences they were dealing with was worth the hassle.
Sitting against the wall of her torn apart bedroom, two days before Tony's graduation and just over a week before their wedding, Angela sighed, "I don't know Tony, all the time, money and effort we're putting into all this, the wedding, this room, I just sometimes wonder, is it all worth it? Maybe we should just run away and elope like Sam and Hank? And what about this room?" She looked around, "Is it all worth it?"
"Aww come on Angela, sure it's worth it. Hey, just picture what it's going to be like when it's all done. The lights low,"
"Ah huh," she moaned, closing her eyes, picturing the mood setting.
"And some romantic music playing," he continued.
"Hummmm," she smiled.
'Warming our feet in front of a crackling fire," he smirked devilishly.
"Ah huhhhh," her smile grew bigger.
"And then," he leaned into her, "Picture this," he nuzzled her ear, his hand finding its way to the opening of her blazer, resting upon her breast as his thumb began to swirl over the lace of her bra. "A lifetime of you and me in this room," he whispered in her ear.
"Ohhhh, it's worth it," she turned, capturing his lips to hers, her arms extending over his shoulders, pulling him down onto her as she laid back onto the floor. "I think we need to have a last farewell to this old room," she moaned into his mouth, her hands pulling his black t-shirt up, over his head.
"You're the boss," he grinned, unbuttoning the last of her blazer and sliding it off her shoulders.
Pushing himself up, hovering over her, he gazed into her eyes, "I love you so much," he pecked her lips sweetly, "And I know I've been an ass lately and I've given you so many reason to walk away and call it all off," his voice trembling and sincere, "But I love you more than words can ever express and I want to thank you for loving me despite all the terrible traits I have that drive you crazy. I'm sorry for flipping out and going crazy and getting worked up about stuff that I shouldn't, I promise I'm trying to get better." He half smiled as he continued to hold his weight over her.
Angela held his gaze for a moment before reaching up to caress his cheek, feeling her heart swell with affection for the man that hovered over her. Pulling his head down to meet hers, she placed a soft kiss on his lips, "This is for all your little traits that drive me crazy," she smiled, "and this is for all your traits that don't," she pressed her lips to his again softly, "And this is for the whole package." She wrapped her arms around his neck, engulfing his mouth with hers, showing him all the love, she felt for him despite his obnoxious idiosyncrasies. Their new bedroom was christened sans furniture.
Tony's big day was upon him and Angela's pride in her husband-to-be's accomplishment could not be contained. She planned a wonderful party at the house with their closest friends, family and some of Tony's classmates including the class Valedictorian, his son-in-law, Hank. After a symbolic gesture of having Tony break a broom over his knee, representing the end of his housekeeping career and commencement of his teaching career, Angela glowed as she watched Tony mingle with guest and discuss plans for his future as a teacher. Unfortunately, the mood was slightly dampened when a couple of his classmates informed him that he was behind the job market in securing a teaching position due to his preoccupation with other things, such as their wedding, and not having been actively searching.
Once all the guest had left and the house was back in order, Tony and Angela cuddled on the couch, watching their favorite movie, "The Way We Were."
"I'm so incredible proud of you," Angela gushed midway through the movie as scenes of Hubble and Katie on the college campus filled the screen. "You're going to make an amazing teacher," she turned to kiss his cheek.
With a half-smile, still bothered by the thought that he hadn't secured a job yet, Tony replied somewhat sarcastically, "Ya, if I find a job!"
Turning to face him, "Aww honey, you know you're going to find a job. Don't listen to those kids. They're going to be beating our door down before you know it. After all, who wouldn't want an ultra-sexy, perfectly built, Italian Stallion for a teacher," she winked, pressing her lips to his. "On second thought," she raised an eyebrow, "Maybe we should keep the Italian Stallion thing to ourselves? I wouldn't want anyone getting the wrong idea because after all, in exactly one week, you sir, are officially OFF the market," she emphasized with a smile.
"Oh ya," Tony smirked, "And what about your sexy-ass executive self with these killer legs?" He ran his hand up her thigh. "What are we to do about all those suits eyeing MY soon to be wife?" He grabbed her waist under the blanket.
"I could always go back to wearing longer skirts and pantsuits?" She pouted her lips flirtatiously.
"Hell no!" Tony exclaimed. "Let'em see what they're missing but make sure they know that this all belongs to me!" He pulled her onto his lap, his hand cupping her rear.
"I could always get "Tony's Property" tattooed on my ass!" She giggled.
A pensive look crossed his face, "Hummmm, not a bad idea!" He tapped his lips. "Speaking of tattoos, I've been curious,"
Angela's heart began to race.
"What's this scar from?" He leaned her back, pulling her pajama pants down slightly, revealing the right side of her pelvis, just above her bikini line.
A nervous laugh escaped her lips, "Oh, that- uh- nothing! Childhood accident," she stuttered.
Intrigued by her reaction, Tony pushed, "Really, what accident?"
"Oh, just a silly bike accident, you know how clumsy I am," she pulled her pants back up, "Let's get back to the way we were, if you catch my drift!" She wrapped her arms around his neck trying to get his attention elsewhere.
"I love the way we were, but I also love this little scar and want to know more about it," his hand making its way between her pants and hot skin, caressing over her scar. "You see, you've told me about all your childhood accidents, mishaps and related scars but this one," he pressed his finger against it, knowing exactly where it was without looking, "This one is new to me, so why don't you tell me a little more about it." He teased.
Her cheeks as red as cranberries, she returned, "Why don't you tell me what you think it's from since you've been bitten by the curiosity bug and don't believe what I've told you?"
"It's not that I don't believe what you've told me, it's just that I'm very intrigued by this particular little scar and I just want to know every little inch of you." He teased her lips with his tongue.
"Hummmm," she moaned, "Well if you believe what I've told you then now you know what it's from and you can claim fame for knowing every little inch of me." Her tone patronizingly flirtatious.
"Well, you see, I have this hunch or this theory that this here little scar has a little more history to it than your little self is letting on to so why don't you just indulge me and fill me in on your little secret!" He focused his gaze on her.
"You're not going to let this go, are you?" she returned defeated.
"Nope!" He smirked.
"Fine, you win," she rolled her eyes, "It's from a tattoo, okay, are you happy now?"
"Angela Bower had a tattoo?" He raised his eyebrow.
"No, Angela Robinson had a tattoo, okay!" She replied sarcastically.
"Oh, do tell!" His curiosity peeked.
"There's nothing to tell, I got a tattoo, I got it removed, end of story." She waved her hand dismissively.
"And just what might this tattoo have been and do tell how it came about?" He questioned.
Shaking her head, Angela knew there was no way out of telling Tony and after all they had been through, she really didn't know why she was so hesitant to share her little secret with him, but this was one her mother didn't even know about, and she had no intentions of her ever finding out. With a deep sigh she began, "Well, you remember Brian Thomas?"
"You got a tattoo of Brain Thomas on your pelvis?" Tony interjected, in a disgusted tone.
"NO!" Angela exclaimed.
"Oh, thank God," Tony replied in relief.
"Anyway," she continued, "Even after the whole Vegas thing with Brian, I was still going through a bit of a crazy, sowing my royal oaks phase and one night the girls and I went out to the club and the last thing I remember, we were at a Tattoo shop, and I woke up the next morning with a hangover and a new tattoo."
Intrigued, Tony pushed, "And?"
"And what?" She deflected.
"And what kind of tattoo did you get?" He inquired with a smirk.
Shaking her head once again, embarrassed, and frustrated, Angela rubbed her hand across the last remaining evidence of her crazy graduate school days, "It said Wild at Heart," she whispered.
"What was that?" Tony pushed her to speak up despite having fully heard every word she said.
"Wild at heart, okay! It said, "Wild at Heart," she spat. "Are you happy now?"
"Wild at Heart, ay?" He smiled devilishly, "And how wild was your heart in grad school?" His hand caressing her upper thigh, his lips brushing against her neck.
Turning into him, her voice now low and sultry, "Somewhere between Feverish and Volcanic!" She licked her lips seductively.
Becoming aroused, Tony's eyes met hers, "I've heard about you grad students and the things they teach you in college and I must say, from my experience, you must have been a very, very good student."
Relaxing into his arms, Angela brushed her lips against his, "Well let's just say, I wasn't very good at doing my homework, but I did take incredibly good notes hoping to one day pass the test." She bit down on his lower lip.
A slight moan rumbled in his throat as his arms wrapped tighter around her, "I have to say, Brain wasn't kidding when he told me you were a volcano of passion waiting to erupt."
Stunned by Tony's statement, Angela sat up, "You and Brain talked about me?"
Unsure how to proceed, not knowing how to answer her, a bit embarrassed at his inquisition of Brian about Angela's past, Tony stuttered, "Well, uh, I, kinda asked Brain what you were like in college."
"Really?" Her attention peaked, "And what exactly did he tell you about what I was like?"
Clearing his throat nervously, "Not much, just that well, you know, that woman like you become volcanos of passion once you shed your inhibitions. And boy, I must say, he was right!" Tony's mind raced back to the memory of them in her office Thanksgiving night.
Noting the crimson rising in Tony's cheeks, she pressed, "Really, and what else did Brain say about women like me and why were you inquiring such three long years ago?" Her tone playful and inquisitive.
Catching the flirtation in her tone, Tony decided to play along, "Well you see, he told me that if you say the right words to a woman like you, that there's a fire underneath the surface, just waiting to consume you, and let me tell you, boy was he right!" He raised his eyebrows, puckering his lips to hers.
"So why did it take you two more years before you decided to say the right words to me?" She teased.
"I wanted to make sure they were perfect to ensure that I would be the only one to ever ignite that fire again." He ran his hand along her waist, his fingers finding their way under her shirt.
"Hummm," she moaned, "And the right words you found indeed." She traced his lips with her index finger.
Fully aroused by her flirtatious furry, Tony leaned in, nuzzling her neck, "What do you say we take this volcano upstairs and see if we can make it erupt," he glanced down at the bulge in his sweatpants.
"Hummm, Mr. Micelli, are you trying to light my fire?" She sighed.
"You're damn right!" He crashed his lips to hers, smothering her mouth with his. Coming up for air, he continued, "Maybe you can sing me a little Fever because let me tell you darling, you sure do give me a fever." He took her mouth to his once again, rising to lead them up the stairs.
"Consider this your graduation present," she closed the door behind them before pushing him down onto the bed and climbing over him into a straddling position. "You give me fever," she began to sing, "When you kiss me," she leaned down and kissed him passionately. "Fever when you hold me tight." She ran her hands up his torso, pulling his shirt off. "Fever! in the morning.
Fever all through the night," she began to suckle his nipple. "I've got a fever and it's so hard to bear!" She thrust her hips into his before descending down his chest, towards his stomach, leaving a trail of kisses along the way. She looked up at him as she reached the elastic of his sweats, "Have you got the fever?" She bit her bottom lip seductively.
"You bet I do," he reached down pulling her up towards him, "But I'd rather this tonight," he flipped her over on to her back, pulled her pants off in one swift move and buried his face between her legs. Bringing her to orgasm quickly, he rode out her first wave before quickly discarding his sweatpants and joining in her pleasure, igniting a fury of volcanic eruptions over the course of the next couple of hours.
Finally succumbing to exhaustion, Tony and Angela spooned through the night, wrapped in each other arms as they entered their final week of singlehood.
Stirring awake in the early hours of Sunday morning, Tony nuzzled into Angela's neck, taking in her glorious scent, "God I can't wait to do this the rest of my life," he whispered to himself, not knowing she was awake as well.
"Only six more days," she sighed, turning into his embrace, "Only six more days before I'm Mrs. Anthony Micelli." She pressed her lips to his tenderly.
"I love the sound of that," he smiled onto her lips, "The most beautiful three words from the most beautiful lips." He pecked his lips to hers again.
Gazing lovingly at him, playing with the hair on the base of his neck, "Speaking of words, have you written your vows yet?" She inquired.
Taking a deep breath, he returned, "No, not yet." His lips pouting. "You?"
"No," she shook her head, "It's on my plan for today, I'm going to lock myself in my office till I get it done.
"Are we terrible soon-to-be spouses for not having them done yet?" He probed.
"No, no, I don't think so," she laughed, I just think we've had a lot going on and it just wasn't tops on our list."
"Ay oh, oh ay, shouldn't we prioritize a little?" He was aghast.
"Tony, don't you think we've had enough to prioritize," she rolled her eyes, "Let's see, surprise wedding, last minute bedroom remodel, graduation party and that's just in the last week."
"Ya, ya, you've got a point. I'm going to start mine today as well then. What you going to write in yours?" He tried to feel her out.
"I can't tell you!" She spat tenderly, "You'll find out if you say I do." She giggled.
"Oh ya, and what if I don't?" He teased.
"Then I guess you'll be shit out of luck and never know what I've thought about us through the years." She replied with sass.
"Well, I guess I can't have that then, can I?" He rubbed his nose against hers, "Because these have been the best years of my life and I can't wait to see what the rest of our years bring." He smiled.
"Right here with you is where I'll be, through the years!" She wrapped her arms tightly around him, bringing his mouth to hers, "As long as it's okay, I'll stay right here with you, through the years!"
A/N- Some dialog and episode references were taken directly from the series. I do not own or claim any rights to those ideas or dialogue.
