A/N: This chapter fills in the end of chapter 19 and continues to just before chapter 20 of Bobby and Jess Take Phoenix.

Chapter Three: Laundry Room

Tony drove home from work, anxious to pick up where he and Angela had left off the night before. He couldn't stop thinking about how she had wrapped her long legs around him from behind, then reached into his swim trunks and found him swollen with expectation. Her grip was loose, her palm sticking and slipping randomly along his sensitive skin, until she tightened and twisted against his increasing hardness. He knew from an ill-advised tryst in his youth that underwater intercourse was better in fantasy in reality, but when she straddled him, he felt a strong drive to enter her.

Sucking on her tits was fantastic, much better than using his hands alone. He was still unsure if she had actually come in front of their neighbor. It was more likely a plateau. He had been about two seconds away from shoving her panties to one side and using his hand, maybe pushing two fingers inside while he thumbed her clit. The idea of Danny watching the wobble of her perfect ivory breast as she quaked in pleasure gave him an odd sense of pride. Jess was satisfied at home. No need to entertain an affair with the man next door.

As for Mona, nothing was ever enough. She had expected them to fuck from day one. It was definitely the motivation behind her taking the kids into one motel room at the end of their stay in Iowa. And Angela had been game that night, desperate even. It wasn't because she wanted him in a real way, though. She was freaking out, and he didn't blame her. She didn't have the same sense of faith that he had. He knew they would be together soon.

Now, though, it was unclear how soon they would truly join their bodies. They were touching each other intimately and watching each other undress on a regular basis. He wanted her badly, but she had to be the one to initiate.

Tony clicked the garage door opener and pulled the pickup into its space. Angela greeted him with a soft kiss on the mouth, led him to the eating area, and served him a warm plate. Sam drifted through the room, kissing each of them on the cheek and telling them she was too sleepy to stay up any longer. Angela was curious about his new job, encouraging when he expressed doubts, and it made him want to marry her for real. He was impressed with the clothing she had managed to find at the thrift store. Even after she showed him all the second-hand items, he still couldn't picture her in such a place. She'd been doing a fine job with their household laundry, and she asked smart questions about how to deal with residual odors and different fabric types.

He said goodnight to Jonathan, as he'd promised to do any time he came home late, and then told Angela he had something to show her in the laundry room. She wasn't as naïve as he used to think. The moment the door closed, her arms were around him and she was pulling him close, one of her thighs in between his. He leaned her back and kissed her deeply while he rutted against her, as if his tongue inside her mouth could satisfy his overwhelming need to be physically joined to her.

She hopped up onto the washing machine, and he thought they should come back during a spin cycle, letting the vibration get her hot and bothered while they made out. It was the right height for him to fuck her. She'd be wet and ready to take it all. Another time. They weren't a passing fling. There would be another time.

She sat up there and tried to engage him in light conversation, and he ended up confessing his love all over again. It wasn't a waste of breath, though. She told him she was in love with him too. It was clear and direct, offering him a measure of security. He had forgotten the throbbing need between his legs for a second, but then she hopped down, unzipped his pants, and pulled down his boxers to reveal his painful hardness.

She licked him from base to tip repeatedly, as if he were a delicious popsicle. The soft, teasing kisses she pressed to his thighs and stomach only added to the pleasure growing low inside him. She didn't take him into her mouth until he was almost ready to burst. It was so overwhelming, tears came to his eyes and fell on her face as she swallowed down his issue like a champ. He thought back to the night they'd cleaned out his dad's apartment when she embraced him, muffling his shaking.

They tugged their clothing back into place for the short walk to their bedroom. Once the door was locked, they shed their clothing in a cooperative effort, sensually unbuttoning and unzipping and peeling off layers. Every time she softly touched his exposed skin, it sent a thrill through him. This was his soulmate, brought into his life a second time when he wasn't ready the first time. She was his dream woman, made real and his through a stranger's violent act against another man. Nick liked her, not just for Sam, but as a person. His late father-in-law wouldn't begrudge him this happiness.

Angela didn't try to kiss Tony, with his salty fluids still coating her mouth, but he brushed his lips against hers as they stood with their naked bodies pressed together. Then he surprised her by running his tongue along the seam of her mouth seeking entry. When she opened to him, he dragged his tongue against hers, then pulled back to assess his own taste. She was intrigued by his adventurousness, and she suddenly realized how damp her inner thighs were.

As if reading her mind, he reached down between them, sliding his middle and ring fingers into her cleft and grinding the heel of his hand against her. When she gasped and threw her head back, he backed her against the nearest wall and sunk his two thoroughly coated fingers inside her with no resistance. He didn't kiss her again, just held one of her shoulders against the wall and watched while he brought her to orgasm with his hand. It was a vulnerable act for her, something she only felt comfortable displaying to him. She had always preferred to concentrate on her partner's pleasure or enjoy a mutual climax. Now, she wanted to show him, wished he could see the waves of pleasure tearing through her.

After working her down, he laid her on their bed and began softly kissing her lower abdomen. As gratified as she already was, she knew he wasn't done. He wanted to show her his feelings by submitting to the indignity of putting his face between her legs. A few minutes passed, and before she could urge him down, he tented his hot mouth over her apex, gently caressing her most sensitive area with his tongue. He ghosted over her while her tolerance grew. It felt like the muscle was melting over her at 98.6 degrees. He gradually tensed it, stroking harder and bringing her excitement back up. She hooked her legs over his shoulders, allowing him to spear his tongue deep into her, over and over. The sweet tension was growing low in her belly.

Unlike after their first date, she didn't have to give any instruction. He followed her physical cues, until she was arching her back and groaning against the intense pleasure, Finally, the tension broke and he caressed her gently as euphoria consumed her. She languished in it for a minute. He was the best thing that had ever happened to her. She wanted to continue the experience together, see if they could combine their carnal pleasure while connecting face-to-face. When he laid down beside her, already standing proud again, she swung a leg over him and looked into his eyes.

"Hey, are we ready for this?" he asked, stilling her hips.

"We're not having sex," she argued weakly, straddling his belly and sliding her slippery core back and forth over the ridge of his manhood. She writhed and begun massaging her own breasts, teasing their peaks until her face contorted.

"We can. I just don't want you to regret anything," he said, reaching up to replace her hands with his.

"It feels so good," she whined. Her clit was swollen and wet, and it glided tantalizingly across his cock.

"It does feel good," he agreed, letting her rock her hips wildly. Every time he rolled her nipples, she would close her eyes momentarily, breaking the strong eye contact to allow him to scan her glistening body. She raised up on her knees, and he thought she was going to sink down over him, but she paused with the head of his cock pressed firmly against her entrance.

"You're big," she said. If he had been less girthy, he would be inside her right now. "I'm not ready to fuck," she told him, not believing her own words. What was she afraid of? He was safe and real, and she wanted him in every way.

"OK," he said. "We don't have to tonight." She almost wished he would pressure her. Just grab her hips and urge her past the obstacle of her irrational fear.

"OK, we'll wait," she said, but she pressed harder against him, tempting fate. "I just wanna…." The tip of his dick slid past her entrance and she let out a groan of relief. Her emotions swirled, evading identification, but her body was celebrating the milestone.

"We can stop," Tony reassured her. "Ange," he said to get her attention. "We can stop."

She was pulsing up and down by a fraction of an inch, making it difficult to concentrate. "Do you want to stop?" she challenged him, needing to know she wasn't alone in her desire.

"No. I want you. Wanna be all the way inside you. But only if we're gonna be ok after this." He pushed her up and off him, his cock springing to his belly. "You said you weren't ready." She cursed his integrity.

"I'm ready. Can we keep going?" she asked, momentarily pulled into rationality. "We'll be ok. I promise. Please. I need you."

Hearing her vow, he lined himself up and let her engulf him fully. "Jesus Christ," he said in awe.

She was completely non-verbal, bobbing up and down while the head of his cock rubbed across her g-spot. Once she got too tired, she resumed rocking and circling her hips, this time with the full feeling of him inside her. As she got close, she leaned over, increasing the pressure on her clit, and he lifted his head to suckle at her. One light bite of her nipple pushed her over the edge and she cried out as she came, sitting up and surfing the waves until they eased down. He turned them both over and thrust into her wetness, while she lolled her head over the pillow. His endurance was bolstered by the blow job he'd just enjoyed, and it was almost too much for her to take. Finally, he spilled into her with a groan.

"Thank you," she told him, holding him inside with her legs. "I needed that."

"We both needed it," he said, kissing her sweetly and easing himself out.

They grudgingly completed their nighttime routines and returned to bed, stretching their naked bodies out against each other. It wasn't long before they both fell into a sated sleep.