A/N: Is this what you guys wanted to see?

Chapter Thirty-One: Christmas Eve

Monday, December 24, 1990

On Christmas Eve, everyone was in good spirits. They drank hot cocoa with marshmallows and ate pancakes for breakfast before preparing a variety of desserts. Tony and Angela kept giving each other little kisses and saying "I love you" in increasingly nausea-provoking ways. Finally, Sam and Jonathan retreated to their rooms, leaving their parents alone.

"I thought we'd never get them to leave," Tony said, pinning Angela against the counter. He tucked her hair behind her ear and kissed her temple, her cheekbone, and her jaw before she squirmed her lips into his. When she darted the tip of her tongue to his upper lip, he opened and met it with his own.

"This is going to be the best Christmas ever," she said. "The only thing that would make it better is waking up with you."

"I hate going to bed alone, now that I know you feel the same way I do," he said while she nibbled on his neck.

"What if I talked to Jonathan? Just to gauge how he would feel about us sharing a room?"

"Don't you think it would bother him?"

"I think he'll be fine with it as long as he knows it's not about sex."

"It's not?" Tony asked, confused. He held Angela at arms length.

"No, it's about comfort and companionship. I'll talk to him later. For now," she paused and moved his hands from her shoulders to her hips, "just kiss me."

When they had finally tired of kissing without inciting anything further, Angela went up to Jonathan's room and knocked on the door. "Come in, Mom," he called.

"How did you know it was me?" Angela asked, pushing the door open to find her son sitting against his headboard.

"Tony and Sam have different knocks," he explained.

"What are you doing?"

"Reading The Catcher In The Rye. It's assigned for Spring semester literature, but I wanted to get ahead." Jonathan put a bookmark in the paperback and set it on his nightstand.

"I admire your diligence."

"What did you want to talk to me about, Mom?"

"I wanted to make sure you're really ok with us being gone over the weekend. Between Sam and your grandma, there will always be an adult around."

"It's alright, Mom. I'm old enough to be on my own all day, you know."

"Tony will prepare meals that you just have to heat up."

"I know. I'll be fine."

"And you're good with staying at the Gilberts' place on New Years' Eve?"

"Absolutely," Jonathan answered. Angela bit her lip. "Is there something else you wanted to discuss, Mom?"

She nodded. "How would you feel about Tony sleeping in my room. Or me sleeping in his?" she blurted out.

He shrugged. "I figured you would sleep together, now that you're in a relationship. I mean, you slept with Andy, right?"

"Yeah. But that wasn't here at home."

"Except that one time," he pointed out. "Not that you were sleeping."

Angela blushed furiously. "You knew?" she asked, looking down.

"Why would you do that, Mom? You said you weren't in love with him."

"I wasn't in love with him, but he really liked me, and sometimes that can trick you into feeling like you should be in love."

"Oh. But you love Tony, don't you?" Angela nodded in response. "You've loved him for a long time."

"I wasn't ready to admit that. We had to do a lot of work in counseling to get to where we are now."

"Are you going to stay together?" Jonathan asked.

"We're going to do our best."

"That's good. He was really sad when you were gone all the time. He'll be happier when he can spend the night with you."

"So you don't mind?"

"No, just keep the volume down," he said, picking up his book. Angela took the hint to leave.

That night, Tony dressed for bed and brushed his teeth, then tapped on Angela's door. She opened it and invited him in, then went around the other side of the bed and began lifting the covers. "Nervous?" she asked, as he stood in place.

He nodded. "I talked to Sam, and she told me that it's only natural to want to be close to the person you love."

"Smart girl."

"Yeah, I half expected her to explain the facts of life to me."

"About that, Tony, can you sit down? We need to talk."

"About?" he asked, sitting on top of the covers.

"Safe sex, birth control, all of that."

"Oh."

"You know I wasn't using condoms with Andy."

"I thought it was just once."

"No, I was only using the sponge for about a month. And it's been more than two weeks since the last time we had sex. I got spooked and went back to condoms the last few times we were together."

"Are you sure he's clean?"

"Yeah, I had him show me his lab results."

"I've been tested, too."

"When?"

"Two weeks ago. I always used condoms with Kathleen, but the student health center was doing an awareness campaign. And after Thanksgiving, I thought it would be a good idea to get a clean bill of health."

"That's great." Angela said. "I started the pill today. Both my doctor and the pharmacist told me it would be effective immediately."

"Oh, I didn't think we would…tonight."

"No, let's wait until our trip. I just wanted to make sure we talked about it ahead of time."

"I love how responsible you are," he said, turning to kiss her.

"Is the door locked?" Tony got up and double checked it, nodding yes. "Let's get in bed. I'll turn off the lights."

They lay uncomfortably in the dark for a minute before Angela noticed that she was holding her breath. "I'm nervous," she said.

"Come here," Tony invited, holding out an arm for her to use as a pillow. "It's perfectly natural for us to want to be close," he said, kissing her temple. She reached over to his opposite shoulder and hovered her face over his. He lifted his head and captured her lips.

Once they got started, everything felt more relaxed. They held each other close, kissing and nuzzling. Tony's hand found Angela's bare back and stroked beneath her pajama top. "We should go to sleep," she said, revising her statement when his hand caressed the side of her breast. "Soon, we'll go to sleep soon."

"Do you know how beautiful your boobs are?" he asked, unbuttoning her top as she lay back.

"No, they're not. They're too small," she said.

"They're perfect. I could sculpt them from memory. When you got out of the bathtub, your nipples were soft and pale. Your right boob is a tiny bit bigger than your left. When we woke up in bed together, your nipples were hard from the cold. I couldn't take my eyes off you in that lowcut, silky nightgown. When we made out on the couch after Sabrina, I got to feel how they responded to the touch of my fingers and my tongue. And when we were together in Brooklyn, that was the best. The way you hovered over me and let me suck on them? Amazing." He moved in to kiss her while pushing her top off her shoulders.

"Nobody has ever made me feel as beautiful as you do," she whispered.

"Let's play a game. If you can stay quiet, I'll keep going. If you get too loud, we have to shut it down."

"OK."

Tony propped himself up on one elbow and kneaded a breast lightly, his fingertips sliding across the delicate skin. Angela closed her eyes and sighed with pleasure. "Good girl," he praised her. Then he ran his knuckles over the nipple until it hardened further. She hummed quietly to encourage him. He gave the other side the same treatment, with the same response.

She turned on her side and kissed him, guiding his hand to pinch and roll the bud. "I like the way you touch me," she whispered. "Let me show you." She pushed one nipple, which was now prominent from all the attention, to one side until it snapped back to center, rubbing against the pad of her thumb in the process. "Ahhhh," she sighed. He mimicked her movements and watched her reactions, dialing in his technique.

"You're so sexy. Do you touch your tits and think about me?" he asked.

"Sometimes. After Sabrina, I came up here and kept touching myself, pretending it was you."

"Did you come?" he asked, switching to gentle squeezes and tiny pulls.

"Oh. Keep doing that," she whispered. "Yeah, I had a vibrator. I had to make myself come since you wouldn't."

"I was so hard. Could you feel how much I wanted you?"

"I wanted you, too. When you rested your cock between my legs, I thought I was going to lose my mind."

Tony put Angela's hand on his crotch. "Why don't you get on top? We'll rehearse for this weekend." She left her pajama top behind and swung her leg over. "You're being so quiet. Don't ruin it now," he begged.

She slid her clothed center directly over his erection and begun involuntarily rolling her hips. He continued to fondle her breasts, then guided her to lean over him. When he put his mouth around her areola, she grunted a little too loudly. He stilled her hips and asked "Do you want me to keep sucking on them?"

"Yes, I promise to be quiet."

"Good, I need you to learn how to come silently, because I'm planning to give you an orgasm every night."

"Oh," she said, as he pulled the other nipple into his mouth. He put a finger to her lips, and she thrust her hips against him. After a few minutes of steady rocking, she leaned over all the way and kissed him deeply, muffling the sound of her cries as she came. After dismounting, she fondled him through his pants, then pulled out the tip of his penis and licked at it.

"Just your hand is good," he said, peeling off his t-shirt. He lifted his hips as she pulled his pants down far enough to expose his full length. Then she lay beside him, kissing and stroking until he came all over his stomach and chest.

After he hopped up to clean himself off with a wet washcloth, he put his t-shirt back on. She had already buttoned up her pajama top. "Maybe it is about sex, after all."

"Comfort and companionship, too," he said, snuggling her close.