When trust is questioned
Chapter 17
Angela climbs into the tub and carefully sits down so that her body is now covered with foam up to her chest. She closes her eyes and tilts her head back. Her injured hand leaves her hanging from the bathtub rim .
Tony says softly: "ok Angela, I'll leave you alone now, then you can relax in peace".
"No Tony," she says quickly, " no need, you don't need to go... please stay".
Tony looks at her questioningly, "... OK... Do you want me to wash your back?"
"With pleasure. Thank you" she says.
He takes the sponge from the console. Dip it in the bathwater. Angela leans forward so Tony can wash her back. Slowly it slides up and down again with the sponge. Angela is relaxed and finally feels this comforting warmth. He washes her neck and then slides forward to her neck and over her collarbone.
Angela's thoughts are only with tony at this moment... How he touches her, how good it is for her and how comfortable she feels. She leans backwards. Tony glides the sponge above her chest then back up to her shoulders, she enjoys every minute, every caress.
Tony is thoughtful, careful in what he does. He could go further, much further, but it's not time yet. And the initiative had better come from her. He squeezes out the sponge and puts it back on the edge of the bathtub. Then he sits down on the floor next to her, leans his arms and head on the edge of the bathtub and watches her.
Angela is still very relaxed and has her eyes closed. Tony watches her as she breathes calmly, as her chest rises, as the sillouette pulls her breasts off the foam. His heart beats faster again ...This woman is driving me insane... She is so beautiful...
He takes her bandaged hand and caresses it very gently. Angela opens her eyes and smiles at him. She leans over to him and kisses him briefly on the mouth. Tony reacts, takes her beautiful face in both hands and kisses her back lovingly. "Angela I should go downstairs now and prepare the food, please call me if you want to get out of the bath".
"OK Tony," she says softly.
A good 25 minutes later
Angela has finished bathing and calls for Tony. He promptly dashes upstairs into the bathroom. He takes a large towel and holds it out to her. She doesn't need help getting out directly, but rather drying and dressing...
„... thank you Tony, I feel so helpless... Like a little child," she says sadly.
"Oh hey, it's all good, that's what I'm here for!"
"To dry me off and get dressed?!" Angela giggles.
Tony looks straight into her beautiful big eyes- "yes Angela... To dry you off, to get dressed... to kiss you, to hug you and just to be there for YOU as you need it right now". When he says this, he wraps her in the towel without looking. Angela's cheeks turn red. She gets out of the bathtub.
They look deep into each other's eyes again, Tony holds Angela tightly, puts his arms around her and gently rubs her dry. Angela has to giggle again because he tickles her.
Tony: "Nice to hear you laugh a little." He continues to dry her as best as he can.
It excites him to touch her everywhere. His face blushes.
Then he quickly searches for her bathrobe and she skillfully slips in and then drops the towel to the floor.
Tony and Angela go into Angela's bedroom she picks out fresh underwear, stockings, a blouse and a pair of pants. Then she puts the things on her bed and tries to get into her panties, which works reasonably well. Tony, meanwhile, stands at the window with his back to her.
With the bra, however, Angela needs help again "Tony... you might, perhaps..."
Tony turns around "um sure Angela" He walks up to her, she stands with her back to him, lets the bathrobe slide down and places the bra as best she can. So she stands there now, only in underpants. Tony's throat goes dry. ... Oh my god... I have to think differently...
Tony fastens her bra. Angela takes her blouse, puts it on and looks at Tony, who is rooted to his place, he doesn't know where to look first. On her breasts wrapped in a beautiful silk bra, on her flat sexy belly, on her panties on... aaahh Tony come clear again in the head...
" Tony... um..." There is a questioning look in Angela's eyes.
",,, oh yes sure Angela..." Tony grins slightly. He slowly ties her silk blouse. He starts from below and continues to look at her beautiful body, touching her belly again and again with the back of his hands. Angela gets goosebumps. He moves further up, reaching the third button , he slips the blouse down over her right shoulder to give her a tender kiss on the neck and on her collarbone.
"Tony..." she says softly.
Tony then kisses her on the mouth, first cautiously, then more lustfully, she goes along. He pulls her close to him, walking them slightly backwards to the bed until Angela bumps against them with her legs.
Their kisses will be more sensual, conquering. Tony knows that if he doesn't hold back now, it could be negative after what Angela has been through.
He slowly pulls away from her "sorry Agela, I can't help it, you are so incredibly beautiful and stunning..." He continues to tie her blouse to the end. Then he helps her into her stockings and then into her trousers and ties them up as well. He takes a deep breath. He's getting hot. "Angela... How much longer do you have to wear the bandage?"
"For about two weeks, Tony," she says quietly.
"ok.." Tony says in a high-pitched voice. He clears his throat. "I'm going back downstairs." Tony hurries out of the room and back to the kitchen. He turns on the faucet and puts his hands underneath it and splashes the cold water in his face "Phew..." he says.
A few minutes later, Angela comes into the kitchen.
"... hey..." she says furtively. Tony smiles at her. He cooks spaghetti bolognese and arranges it on two plates when it's ready. They both have lunch. In the evening they watch a movie together.
"I'm very tired, Tony," Angela says late in the evening. "I'm going to go to bed now"
Tony yawns "yes Angela, me too". They both go up. Tony turns off the TV and the lights in the living room.
"Good night Angela"
"Good night Tony..."
In the middle of the night
Angela is dreaming. She dreams of Roger... Suddenly, she startles, holds her hand over her chest and breathes in panic. She's drenched in sweat.
She looks around and hurriedly climbs out of bed. Quietly, she opens her door and tiptoes over to Tony's room. She opens the door and goes into his bedroom.
"... Tony..." she whispers. "... Tony... hey shh".
Tony opens his eyes, "Angela...?" he says sleepily.
"Yes Tony, it's me," she whispers again.
Tony quickly sits up, "what's wrong?" he asks worriedly.
"I had a bad dream, I..."
Tony looks at her, standing in front of him, shivering slightly, in her long black silk nightgown. „... Come here," he says eagerly, lifting his blanket so she can slip in.
She snuggles up to him. "Thank you Tony" Tony is now wide awake, he gently gives her a kiss. He lies down and hugs her. She kisses him back gratefully and puts her leg on his. Tony pulls Angela close to him. Both are wide awake, she feels his dignity and security. They kiss each other intimately again and then let go of each other.
They smile at each other and then fall asleep arm in arm. Angela doesn't dream anything this time, she sleeps peacefully and soundly.