Shocked, Tony stuttered, "Angela, we, we can't!" He groaned hesitantly. "Despite my feelings for you, our feelings for each other, you're still my boss and…"
"And what Tony," she interjected, "I'm also your wife still, so as your wife, I'm asking you to stay with me tonight. We've only got tonight!" The love and desire she felt for him covering her face. Her eyes melting into his. "Tomorrow we can face our doubts and insecurities but tonight, I want to be Mrs. Anthony Micelli and not just in name only." Her voice, soft and seductive.
Shallowing hard, Tony stared at her, their eyes locked on one another, "I, I don't know Angela, wow, definitely something I never expected today, tonight!" His voice shaky and unsure.
Taking his hand, Angela tried to calm his nerves and hers, "I didn't either Tony, I never expected anything that happened tonight, but if nothing else, I just want you to hold me Tony, sleep next to you, share one night together before our marriage is annulled and we face the rest of our future together. We don't have to do anything we're not comfortable or ready for, I promise." Her eyes begging and warm.
Intrigued and touched by her boldness and vulnerability, Tony recognized this could be another monumental moment in their relationship that if handled poorly, could veer them off course quickly. All the arguments he made before in keeping their relationship lines solid had been blurred to near extinction, even his reasoning in Jamaica about not taking their relationship to the next level unless or until they were married were void at this moment given the fact that they were legally married, at least in the eyes of the law. He already knew where his life was headed, he had just admitted to her that she held the key to his heart and he sure couldn't deny sleeping with her after he fell into bed so quickly with Kathleen on the basis of no sex before marriage principle, so all he could do as his mind raced with a thousand thoughts and emotions was to hesitantly ask, "Are you sure about this?"
"I've never been more sure of anything in my life, Tony! I love you and I want, if nothing else, to fall asleep in your arms tonight, as Mrs. Anthony Micelli.
Taking a deep breath, he whispered, "I don't know if I can be a good monk again, sleeping next to you Angela."
Rubbing her cheek against his, she breathe into his ear, "What if I don't want you to?" Kissing her way from his ear, down his neck, landing her lips, upon his for a heated and passionate kiss.
Breaking away to catch their breaths, Tony mumbled, "I guess I need to get my toothbrush," a sideways smirk creeping on his lips.
"I guess you do!" She smiled.
Opening the door to his room, he made a quick beeline for the bathroom to retrieve his toothbrush from his overnight bag as she returned to her room, awaiting his return.
Passing the full-length mirror that decorated the wall next to the bathroom, Tony stopped and caught his reflection in the mirror. Looking at himself or at least the reflection of a man that looked like him, he spoke, "Micelli, I don't know what the hell you're doing but you better not screw this up. That woman in there is the most important person in your life next to Samantha and the most important relationship you've ever had. You've come a long way the last seven years but don't take anything for granted, don't make decisions out of fear, and don't let yourself get into your own head. Listen to your heart Micelli, remember what you told her when she was considering marrying Geoffrey with a G," You feel these things, you don't think them!" Stop thinking about all the why's of why you shouldn't and feel the only why as to why you should. You love her, admit it to yourself and to her before you lose her!"
Snapping out of his self-conversation, Tony whispered to himself, "You love her, so tell her! You love her, so show her!
He turned, toothbrush in hand and walked out of his room.
Standing outside of her room, Tony hesitated a minute before knocking...knock, knock, "Angela, it's me!"
Opening the door, her beautiful face plastered with a smile he swore stretched from ear to ear, she questioned, "What took so long, I thought maybe you changed your mind?"
"No, umm, I couldn't find my toothbrush, but" waving it the air like a flag, " Here it is, I found it." He smiled. "Can I come in?"
Giggling, "Yes, of course, of course." Opening the door fully, they both made their way into the cozy, dimly lit suite.
Walking up behind Tony after closing the door, she slid her hand into his, interlocking their fingers, leaning into him as she felt the tremble in his hand, "There's nothing to be nervous about Tony, we don't have to do anything we're not comfortable doing." She reassured him. "If tonight's not the night we "lose each other as friends," that's okay! No expectations, I just don't want this night to end, I want to wake up in your arms and feel you sleeping next to me."
Turning to face her, Tony wrapped his arms about her, kissing her softly, "How did I ever get so luck?" He whispered.
"I'm the one that got luck," she mushed, "I opened the door to a dad and his beautiful daughter, and it changed my life forever! The best decision I ever made." She captured his lips for another tender kiss.
"Come, sit," she led him into the room, onto a small sofa at the end of the extra-large room with a king-sized bed.
Making their way towards the sofa, Tony stopped at the window, admiring the city lights that twinkled below them, "I never realized how pretty Charlotte is. Even last time we were here, I don't think I really paid much attention to it. Funny, two years ago, here we were, pretending to be married and now, here we are, actually married, well at least for now." A sad look crossing his face.
"Ya, who would have thought that your little white lie because of Betty Randall would bring us back here, married and in lo..." she caught herself before finishing the sentence, not wanting to be presumptuous, fully aware that Tony hadn't told her he loved her back, at least not with those three little powerful words.
Catching her stutter, Tony turned his attention from the city lights to the blush on Angela's cheeks, "It's okay Angela, you can finish the sentence. Married and in love." He whispered.
Seeing the tears swell in her eyes, the uncertainty that lay behind them, he brought his hands to her shoulders, pulling her closely against him, their bodies pressed against each other, their noses, nearly touching, "Angela, I know you know that when you told me you loved me, I didn't say it back,"
"Tony, it's okay, you don't have too..."
"Angela, please, let me finish. I know you know how I feel about you. I know you know now that I can't live my life without you and that you fill my heart with everything I never thought possible again since Marie, but what I didn't say, what I was still afraid to say, what you deserve to hear me say, is that I love you too! I have for a long time but I was too afraid to lose what we had, but if loving you means losing what we had, I'm willing to risk it versus loving you and not allowing myself, allowing us to be true to ourselves. There is no better feeling in this world then being in love with you and I want to feel every emotion that comes along with it. I love you Angela Bower-Micelli," he chuckled, "And I want don't want to be afraid of my feelings anymore. I don't want to risk one second of not being able to tell you and show you how much I love you and how much I want to be with you."
He crashed his lips onto hers, not allowing anymore words to come between them. Wrapping her arms around him tightly, she breathe, "I love you so much Tony," not breaking the contact their lips and tongues struggled to maintain.
Leading her towards the bed, their arms still tightly wrapped around one another, Tony leaned her back onto the bed, straddling over her as he kissed every inch of her face and neck, slowly making his way down her chest. His hands caressed her hair as he wiped lose strands from her forehead moving along her perfectly defined features- her deep brown eyes, her cute button nose, her luscious red lips he could still remember kissing twenty plus years prior at camp when they shared their first, first kiss. Her neck, long and beautiful, her scent, her intoxicating scent that he longed for at night and he inhaled every time he changed her bed sheets. Her breast, perfectly suited for her tall, slender body and her legs, God her legs, the feature he found most enticing about her. How he remembered the first time he noticed her legs and all their glory when she wore that shimmering, shiny, silver mini shirt that showcased every inch of them.
As Angela studied every bugle of his muscles, rubbing her hands along his chest and arms, she found her way towards the end of his shirt, slowly making her way under the cotton to feel the warmth of his skin against her palms. Creeping her fingers along his sides, slowly pulling his shirt up, he suddenly stood up and in one quick motion, pulled his shirt off, discarding it to the ground beneath them and climbed back on top of her, his bare chest now pressed against her, his legs intertwined with hers.
Laying there, kissing, caressing, exploring, Angela couldn't help but feeling his manhood growing bigger and harder against her leg. Cupping his rear into her hands, she pulled him tighter into her, trusting her hips into his.
Breaking their kiss, Tony looked down at her and smiled, "Are you sure this is what you want?"
Looking deep into his brown eyes, she moaned, "I've never wanted anything more in my life but only if you're ready and okay with it?"
Wiggling his bottom half against her, he chuckled, "I think you already know I'm ready and yes, I'm okay with it, really okay with it as long as you're sure?"
The crash of her lips against his was the only reassurance he needed to know that this was it. The time was now, and they were both ready for the next song to dance to.
Kissing his way down her chest, he found the end of her shirt and began slowly creeping it up as he kissed every inch of her stomach, finally landing upon her breast, still covered with a black lacy bra, her nipples protruding through the fabric, yearning to make their presence known to him. Sliding her top off, over her head, he slid his hands behind her back, carefully unsnapping her bra and slowly pulling the straps off her shoulders revealing the soft, pink, silk like, perfectly shaped breast he had so often thought about seeing again since their accidental bathroom encounter four years prior, the week he started working for her.
"My God you're beautiful," he whispered as he cupped each one in his hands, kissing her between them then moving his way back and forth between the two, showing each the same lustful attention. "You're even more perfect then I remember!" He moved his way back towards her mouth, covering it with his, only allowing a slight moan to escape her lips before she broke free and teased, "But I thought you didn't see anything that day?"
"I lied!" He confessed, "That image of you is the only thing that kept me from completely going insane these past seven years. I never thought you could look more perfect but I have to say, these last seven years have been good to you," he leaned down and kissed her softly, 'Oh so, so good to you."
"That's very sweet of you Tony but you see, we have a problem now!"
"We do?" A mocking concerned looked on his face. "What might that problem be?" He questioned.
"Well, you see, you have this advantage over me in that you've seen me in all my bare glory but all I've had to get me through the last seven years of lonely nights was the spectacular image of you without a shirt. You know how hard it was at times to see you prancing around shirtless, your chest so firm and sexy, your arms so muscular and strong. God, there were times I could have easily subjected you to sexual harassment." She giggled, "But yet, still, all I have is this half image of your perfectly fit body and you have a full image of mine, so I think there's a little unbalance going on here."
"Oh, you do now, do you? And just what might you suggest we do to balance this unfair difference between us, out?"
"Well, since we are married, I don't guess it's sexual harassment if say…., I, umm, unbuckled this," she reach down, grabbing his belt, unhooking the latch as she whipped the belt from its loops.
'No, no, no harassment here." He sighed.
"But still, we're unbalanced," she seductively exclaimed.
"So, what do you suggest we do now?"
"Well, if I ordered you to remove your pants, as your boss, would you turn me in for sexual harassment?
"I don't know, I guess it would all depend on whether my boss reciprocated the order on herself, you know, never ask an employee to do something you're unwilling to do yourself!"
"Would you be willing to help in the task?"
"Damn right I would," he jumped up and quickly discarded his pants then returned his attention back to her, "Ma'am, can I help you relieve yourself of these sexy, yet so unneeded slacks?"
"Yes, yes you can!" She breathe seductively.
Helping Angela out of her slacks, Tony inhaled a deep breath as he caught sight of her laying in front of him with nothing left on but her black, silky panties. Standing there for a moment, hypnotized by the sight in front of him, his manhood growing bigger and harder with every passing second, he sighed, "Absolutely perfect!"
Blushing as Tony ogled her up and down, Angela broke his trance as she sat up and grabbed hold of the elastic on his boxers, keenly aware that beneath them, laid the last barrier of them being in balance.
"So," he began, his voice cracking, "Is my wife or my boss going find the balance in our relationship?"
Looking up to meet his eyes, Angela stood up, gliding her body up his as she made her way to face him, her hands still holding the elastic, her thumbs making their way between the fabric and his skin causing him to tremble, "This part belongs to your wife," she captured his lips as she descended her hands down his thighs taking the last remaining barrier off of him.
"My turn," he exclaimed, leaning her back onto the bed, sliding her panties off her long, slender legs, revealing her to him, once again in her perfectly fit glory!
Their bodies melted onto each other. They explored every inch of the other's bodies, taking turn kissing and caressing as they studied every part, every sensitive spot, every crease, and crevice of one another.
Words were no longer needed as their bodies aligned perfectly, fitting into one another as they began a new dance.