A/N: This chapter fits between chapters 18 and 19 of Bobby and Jess Take Phoenix.

Chapter Two: Hot Tub

Angela set the towels down on the corner of the hot tub and lowered one foot in until it landed on the seat. She stepped in with the other foot and acclimated to the hot water, goosebumps springing up on her arms and thighs. Tony made eye contact with her before he took off his fresh t-shirt. She couldn't help but admire his muscles as he stretched and flexed in the light coming up from the interior of the hot tub. She was too shy to leave the back sconce light. There were two-story houses all around them with various windows lit up.

Tony sat down, without preamble, submerging himself to the upper chest, then inviting her to come closer. She stepped down onto the bottom level, her cotton panties wicking water up to her waist. "I really need to get a swimsuit," she complained. The water weighed down the fabric, and she feared she might be bottomless if she didn't sink in further.

"Come here. I missed you today," Tony begged, reaching out and pulling her toward him.

"Ah!" she yelped, slipping off balance and landing sideways in his lap.

"Hi," he said, happy to have her in his arms once more.

Her defenses crumbled. She had been feeling jealous that Tony got to go to work while she stayed home with the kids, but now, looking into his eyes, she remembered that this had been his life before. Her work days were often dreary or frustrating and she always thought he must be having a ball at home with the kids. Not likely, she now realized. "I missed you, too," she told him.

He kissed her under the chin, at a height disadvantage with her sitting on his lap, then continued down her neck. Her bra was unpadded satin, probably the best type for a makeshift swimsuit. It clung, damp, to her breasts, and he looked down upon the half-submerged curves as he kissed along her collarbone to her shoulder.

"Can I give you a back rub?" she asked, stopping him from slipping her bra strap off her shoulder.

"That would be great, sweetheart."

She moved to sit fully on the bench as he turned away. The muscles of his back were more developed than any man she had ever been with, and she felt that her hands were too weak and small to massage him effectively. She compensated by holding the base of his skull and clawing lightly at his scalp. His short hair poked into her fingers, so different from the long style she had pawed at during their first kiss.

"Mmmm, that feels really good," he told her when she pressed her thumbs into the nape of his neck. He hadn't realized how much stress he was holding there.

"Do you want to tell me about work?" she asked, moving to his trapezius.

"I'd rather not. I'm enjoying this," he declined. She skimmed along the broad part of his back and began kneading just below his shoulder blades. "You know what you're doing, don't you?"

She laughed. "No, not at all. Is this helping?"

"Maybe you just have a healing touch," he granted as she moved to his waist. After a minute, her thumbs dipped into the back of his trunks, just under the waistband. Then the rest of her fingers slid under the sides of the swimsuit. She kneaded both of his hips lightly, then pulled one hand out and wrapped it around his waist. "What?" he said in confusion as she squeezed her foot under his ass and stretched her leg alongside the back of the bench.

"Can I touch you?" she asked, even as her fingers brushed his pubic hair. It sent a jolt of pleasure through him and he tilted his hips in search of more.

"Fuck yeah," he said, adjusting himself to allow her to reach his length. He had to scoot to the edge of the seat, one cheek hanging off, but it was worth it. She stroked him a few times in the confined space of the shorts.

"You're turned on," she observed.

"You're touching me, very, very nicely," he replied. "But you can't just jerk me off in the hot tub."

"I know. Do you want me to stop?" she asked with an intense twisting stroke.

"God," he hissed. Her hands felt so good under the water. He would have to get her to reenact this in the shower. Finding his strength, he pulled her wrist up, letting the waistband snap back to his skin. "Sit on my lap again."

Instead of sitting sideways, she surprised him by straddling him. Instinctually, he held her hips down and gave a small thrust, rubbing his hard ridge along her center. She took over, already feeling a rush in her loins. After rocking against him for a few seconds, she realized her cotton panties were causing the wrong kind of friction, and she moved back to side-saddle to avoid temptation. "Maybe we should keep it to kissing," she said.

"Take off your bra," he requested.

"We have neighbors!" she protested.

"So keep your boobs under water," he argued, as if it were the most reasonable request in the world.

She looked around, balancing the upstairs windows around their backyard with her intense desire to be touched immediately. "Alright," she caved, unhooking her bra and setting it on the edge of the hot tub behind him. Despite her usual modesty, she allowed him to fondle and pinch above the surface. There was no activity in their neighbors' windows, other than lights being turned off and drapes and blinds being closed. She threw caution to the wind and straddled him again, this time kneeling up on her knees in an obvious bid for oral attention.

"Jesus. You have the best tits. You know that right?" he asked, weighing them in his hands. It cut straight through one of her biggest insecurities. He leaned in to kiss all around her breasts, occasionally licking one nipple while he rolled the other. She pressed her belly against his chest, forcing him to take her peak into his mouth. Waves of pleasure rolled through her body, and she undulated accordingly, closing her eyes and moaning while he flicked his tongue. He moved to the other side and repeated the treatment. She was incredibly turned on, and the options spun through her mind.

She could free him from the waistband of his shorts and pull her panties aside, allowing her to sink down on him right here. She could use her hand, or better yet, his hand, inside her panties. She could pull down his shorts and take him into her mouth as he sat on the edge of the hot tub.

His nibbles intensified, and she was brought back to the present. They needed to get out of the hot tub and go upstairs to finish each other off. She opened her eyes and saw Danny watching from next door. They locked eyes just as Tony sucked a shudder of pleasure from her and she helplessly threw her head back, riding it out while their neighbor watched one exposed breast jiggle in the limited light. When it was over, she pulled away and submerged her shoulders in the water. The window next door was dark, but Danny had already seen too much. "We have to go in," she told Tony.

Just then Mona and Ricky came around the side of the house, laden down by luggage. Angela scrambled for her bra and accidentally pushed it over the edge and onto the patio. Tony hopped over the edge in a shockingly athletic feat and ducked down to grab it, while she crossed her arms over her chest and hid beneath the surface. Then the backyard light went on.

"Hello there," Mona called out while Tony concealed his midsection behind the hot tub. "This is my boyfriend Ricky. Ricky, this is my son-in-law, Bobby, and my daughter, Jess. She isn't usually topless."

"Nice to meet you, Ricky," Tony said, extending a wet hand. The older man declined with a wave.

Angela just tipped her chin up, unable to free a hand from her chest. "Hi," she said, mortified for the second time in as many minutes.

"Good to meet you folks. I've heard so much about you," he lied. Cassie hadn't said much at all about her family, other than a broad description of its members. He figured the apple mustn't fall far from the tree.

"So we're going to go inside and get ready for bed. I'll see you in the morning," Mona advised, opening the door to the house and turning off the backyard light.

"Well, that just happened," Tony said, handing Angela her bra.

"I have to tell you something," she responded, putting the undergarment back on under water. "Danny saw us. And I think he saw me looking back at him."

"That's awkward. I hope he doesn't say anything."

"To Linda?" she asked.

"To anybody! I don't want acknowledge that my wife and I were fooling around in the back yard. Did he see your boobs?"

"He definitely saw the one you weren't sucking on."

"For fuck's sake." It wasn't a particularly rare or kinky act, but men didn't admit to it often. Not where he was from, at least. Back in Brooklyn, there was still a stigma about eating pussy, though every guy demanded his girl give blow jobs. Tony had never understood why it was considered weak to give your woman sexual satisfaction.

They wrapped themselves in towels and went upstairs, agreeing to a shared shower and pajamas. Once they were ready for bed, Tony turned to Angela. "We never did kiss on the mouth," he pointed out. "And I really like kissing you. I think it's my favorite thing about this whole situation we're in."

"I love kissing you," she responded, meeting his lips softly and opening to welcome his tongue.