A/N: I don't know where Jonathan was on prom night. He used to just disappear without explanation.

Chapter Eighteen: Schrodinger's Baby

Monday, December 10, 1990

Angela spent the weekend with Andy. She felt like a vessel for Schrodinger's baby, both potentially pregnant and determined not to become pregnant. Alcohol was out of the question, not only because of the maybe baby, but because it had gotten her into this mess. Looking back, her drinking had been a problem for months. She craved the mental escape and the excuse for her behavior.

When she and Andy had sex, she insisted on using both the sponge and condoms. It wasn't all that enjoyable. The additional barrier may have been only part of the reason. On Monday night, when Andy went down on her for the better part of an hour, she couldn't come at all. She declined to continue, excusing herself to shower alone.

While she washed her hair, she thought about Tony's soft lips against hers in the Jeep after therapy. All the previous times they had kissed rotated through her mind until she landed on one. If she could just remember everything from the Prom Night Tony had set up for her, she might be able to come.

She remembered being led downstairs with her eyes closed. The kitschy décor. The moon. Dancing with Tony in her bunny slippers. As she spread conditioner through the ends of her hair, she thought about how he had put his arms around her and gently pulled her hair back to expose her jugular. He kissed her neck until she couldn't stand it, then kissed her tenderly on the lips. They had been drinking champagne that night, and she was warm. Her robe fell to the floor at some point.

Angela got a handful of body wash and started lathering. Her hands stood in for Tony's as she recalled him caressing her arms, then her hips. He had allowed his embrace to sag until his hands covered her ass. They gave up the cover of dancing and just stood together enjoying deep kisses and the feel of each other's bodies through their clothes. He brought a hand to her breast and teased her through her nightgown, telling her he had thought about touching her for months. The idea and the sensation made her stumble back against the arm of the couch.

Tony had stood back to admire how her nipples strained against the silk. Not having convenient access to her bare skin, he mouthed at her through the fabric. She pinched at the buds under the running water while the soap ran off her body. Then she grabbed the handheld shower head and sat at the edge of the bench, recreating that night. Tony had told her she was a good girl, and he knew she wouldn't go all the way, and then he began pushing up the hem of her nightgown. "If I were your prom date, this is what I would have done for you," he said, nipping at her inner thighs.

She leaned back a little further and changed the spray pattern before sinking back into reminiscence. Tony had stroked her through her panties and found that her clit was already throbbing. She reached down and realized she was now in much the same condition, after all the time Andy had spent orally pleasuring her. Two and a half years ago, it was all down to anticipation.

When she stood, holding her nightgown at her waist, allowing Tony to remove her panties, she was shaking. He steadied her by the hips and bent down, merely breathing against her pubic hair at first. The first touch of his tongue felt electric. She reached down again and rubbed her own lubrication across her clit, repeating the movement when it quickly washed away under the stream of water.

Tony's cunnilingus skills rivaled Andy's. She remembered counting as she breathed in and out. The texture of his tongue was intense against the sensitive organ. He swirled it around in unpredictable patterns. Angela changed the shower head to a more direct setting. She remembered threading her fingers through Tony's hair as he opened his mouth wide enough to cover most of her vulva. His tongue had dipped surprisingly deep into her vagina, and she inserted her first two fingers to mimic his intrusion.

"Does this feel good?" he had asked without pulling back. His lips rubbed against her clit, and she moved her thumb across as a stand in. She didn't think that she had answered in words, just a deep moan like the one that was threatening to emerge now. Tony finally dropped to his knees and pulled her against his mouth with one arm, simultaneously thrusting two fingers in and curling them repeatedly. He stroked her from the inside with his fingers and the outside with his tongue until her thighs clamped over his ears. Then he sucked at her clit until she nearly screamed.

Angela frantically massaged herself with her fingers and the showerhead until a wave of euphoria knocked any conscious thought from her brain. She slumped against the shower wall and rinsed her hand, then her hair. Still shaking, she replaced the shower head and squeezed the water from her hair before wrapping one towel around her body and the other around her head.

"You were in there a while. Feel better?" Andy asked. She just nodded and laid down in her towels, staring at the ceiling. She thought back to her first time with him, on the boat. Why hadn't she remembered then? Prom night was the most overwhelming orgasm of her life. It was Tony who had almost made her scream in their vacant house. She hadn't been able to get it out of her mind for days after that, and she had even dreamed about it.

After a while, Angela's numbness subsided, and she was able to get ready for bed. Instead of sleeping nude, she put on a big tshirt and cotton panties. Andy spooned her and they talked about their plans for the week. Long minutes after they grew quiet, she felt him place his palm against her middle. "I know you're not ready for this, but I still love you."