Well, then, here's a little longer chapter, not as much as I thought, but it's more, alright? Thanks for the reviews, they really mean something to me ;-) This rated a little higher cause of some bad language, but nothing too bad yet :-D

As he turned the key in the lock, Michelle held her breath. She couldn't wait to see his apartment. Was it like she had imagined it? She always thought it would be…well, like Tony.

"And here we go." He said, opening the door.

As she took the first look inside she saw a dream of an apartment. Very clean, quite big, all the furniture in a dark blue. She wanted to tell him she liked it but couldn't find him anywhere. She heard some noise from the kitchen. As she stepped in, she saw Tony searching for "a wine that's just enough for you", like he had said. Never in her entire life she had felt so special. He had pulled out two glasses for them and was now pouring wine in them.

"Well then… to us." He said, lifting his glass.

Michelle's heart pounded. So he thought that there was an 'us'. Did she dream this or was it real? He had really thought about them as some sort of a couple? She couldn't imagine he had been feeling the same she had for the last six months. Especially without saying anything. At work, he appeared as the cool director without letting anything come close to him. Jack had told her once that Tony was only acting like this because of the bad experience with Nina. But she soon got to know that there was a man behind "the director". An emotional man who wanted nothing more than being close to someone again, maybe even having a family with that someone. She couldn't really believe he had thought about her being that person.

"To… us." They clinked glasses and each of them took a sip of their wine. Then Tony tried to talk a little which wasn't really easy, as nervous as he was right now.

"So… I mean… would you like to, I mean, maybe, umm, watch a movie? Don't think you have to, but if you want, you can choose."

She couldn't tell him how much she did want to stay a while longer.

"Sure, Tony, sounds great." She grinned. What would the end of this evening be? Would they end up in bed together? Maybe, but – on the first evening? No. Should she go home? She didn't really want to, but she would have to if he asked her.

She didn't get to think more. Tony took her hand and led her back to the living room, showing her his huge collection of DVDs. She had to think if there was a movie he didn't have.

"What would you like to see?" she asked him.

"This is your decision. I would watch anything with you." He smiled at her.

"Even a romantic one?"

"Especially that." Don't go too fast, Tony told himself, getting this close to her too soon may ruin everything you have with her now.

"Alright then… what would you think about…Dirty Dancing?" There was a reason she had chosen this one. It was romantic, with a lot of dancing which she already noticed was some of his hobbies. There had been some dancing shoes standing in the hallway, at the restaurant he was so great at this…

"Sure, why not?" He had been hoping for this one. He didn't exactly know why, but he liked it.

"I've never seen a guy who liked Dirty Dancing."

"Well, then… here I am." They both giggled. They stared into each other's eyes before looking away nervously and then speaking again, simultaneously.

"Tony…"

"Michelle…"

Again, there was an awkward silence between them.

He shook his head as if he had just woken up and said

"Well, we should then start with the movie."

"Yeah, right." Watching a movie? What did this mean to him? Just sitting on the couch side by side and talking about it afterwards? She hoped this wasn't his idea of all this.

He started the DVD and first sat beside her on the couch. Dammit, she thought, that WAS his idea of watching a romantic movie. As she began crying at watching the scene where Johnny, the guy, leaves and Baby, the girl he's in love with doesn't want him to go, he lay down on his side and pulled her in closer.

"Michelle, are you really crying because of that scene?" He looked at her and smiled a little.

"Yeah, I know, it's silly…" She sounded like a little girl who had just lost her favorite doll.

"No, hey… that's not what I meant. Crying at 'She's like the wind' is really okay."

"You think so?"


"Yes, I do."

It was the first time she had heard him say 'yes' instead of his usual 'yeah'.

In the final scene, I've had the time of my life, he took her hand in his and squeezed it slightly. She squeezed back.

"You haven't got any idea of how much I love you, have you?"

She blushed. It was the first time a guy had told her this. But the strangest thing in this situation was the fact that he was her boss, one of her best friends.

She swallowed hard.

"I love you too Tony. You're…" She searched for the right words.

"What?" he teased her, smiling.

"I don't know. I usually don't say something like that to any guy I meet, but… you're the most wonderful person I've ever met."

Tony couldn't wait any longer. He had to kiss her. Come on, go for it, Tony, she's worth it.

He looked her straight in the eyes, slowly moving his face closer to hers. He slightly pressed his lips up against hers and at feeling her hand rubbing his back opening his mouth and pushing his tongue into her mouth. It was the first time they kissed and they both found it unbelievable. It felt better than either one of them had thought was possible. He let his tongue wrestle with hers and then cupped her face with his hands. But she pulled back.

"No, this is not good, Tony. We're colleagues, good friends, we really shouldn't do this…" She said, although she wanted it so much.

"Why not? I mean, have you never thought about it? About us, as lovers, as a couple… Was this never an option for you?"

"Tony."

"Michelle."

They both had very serious looks on their faces. Tony traced her cheek with his thumb, then tucking a curl back behind her ear. Now she leaned in and kissed him. It wasn't as slow and gentle as the first one, but more passionate and deeper than the first. As she rubbed the back of his neck, pulling him in closer, he didn't really think about any of his actions. He pulled one of the straps of her dress down, gently tracing the way his fingers had taken to do this, kissing her shoulder and collarbone. She moaned. God, please don't make him stop this. She thought.

She loosened his tie, then unbuttoning his shirt. He had an absolute amazing body, especially his arms turned her on so much.

He slowly pushed her back on the couch, stumbling over one of his shoes he had just kicked off and landing on top of her.

"Hey, not so fast." She teased him and pulled back a little.

"Michelle, you know, I don't wanna push you, I mean…we don't have to if you don't want it. I can wait."

"I don't know Tony. It just feels so right to be with you, but I mean, what if we are just 'drunk' right now and don't really mean to do this. I don't want to ruin our friendship with that."

"That's exactly what I thought earlier tonight. But hey, we have forever to take things further if we both want. We don't have to, especially on the first evening."

"Tony, you're so… you're simply wonderful. I've never been seeing a guy who was this… understanding."

"Michelle, we've got a great friendship and sex is not something I would put it on the line for…"

There was a long pause. Then he spoke again.

"But, I'm going to have to ask you one more question."

"What?"

"Does this evening… the past few hours, really mean something to you?"

"Of course, Tony. So much."

"Then… would you mind staying here tonight?" The seconds he waited for an answer seemed like weeks, like forever.

"Are you really asking me that?" She nearly freaked out at the thought of her and HIM, the man she's loved for such a long time, lying together in one bed.

"Yes I am. So…?" he asked, impatient.

"I'd love to, Tony, I'd really love to."

He hugged her tightly and when he finally had let go of her, she asked him with a very low voice, nearly whispering

"Does this mean that we… That you and I… you know?"

Tony laughed a little at her while she was still at a loss for words.

"Oh, Tony, come on! Don't make fun of me!" She slapped his arm.

"What did you want to ask me?"

"That if I stay here with you… are we then, I mean, officially… a couple?" She was glad she had finally been able to say the rest of the sentence.

"Let's see." He grinned and put his arms on her waist from behind, leading her into the bedroom.

I know, a terrible time to stop, but if I have, let's say, 35 reviews you'll get the next chapter with the real bad language, if you know what I mean…