A/N: This chapter fits between Chapters 25 and 26 of Bobby and Jess Take Phoenix.

Chapter Five: Boogie Oogie Oogie

Angela's head was swimming, her mind a pleasant distance from the stresses of the week. She'd been having a great time sneaking beers in the car with Tony, and when some old man put a martini in her hand, she'd enjoyed that, too. Now she was singing "too-rah loo-rah, too-rah loo-rah aye" up the scale along with the crowd. A pair of familiar hands braced her hips and she felt hot breath on the side of her neck.

"You in that dress, my thoughts I confess, verge on dirty, oh come on, Eileen," Tony sang. She glanced over her shoulder and continued to dance, swaying her hips wildly for his benefit. It had been a long time since she had this kind of rapt attention from an attractive man. It didn't much matter that there was no competition from younger women here. He'd proven at the gallery openings that he could tame his wandering eye.

When the synth-horns of "Sir Duke" started, she turned around and let him take her into a traditional ballroom hold. They managed to find enough space for her to twirl away and return to his arms. Even in her intoxicated state, maybe especially in that state, they had an innate way of moving together.

They cooled down during "Dancing Queen", jumped around and joined in on the chorus of "Crocodile Rock," and did the twist to a Chubby Checker cover. Tony and most of the other men took a break during "Girls Just Wanna Have Fun," leaving Angela and the other women to share a few minutes of merriment. She was feeling more in control now.

When Tony returned from the restroom, they got a slower song. "Let's Stay Together" encouraged the singletons to clear out, leaving couples to sway together. "It's a good idea, isn't it?" Angela asked, massaging the nape of his neck while she held him by his shoulder.

"The best," he responded, lightly digging his fingers into the swell of her ass. She skimmed her lips over his and he pressed a respectable kiss against her mouth, darting his tongue only briefly. "Do you want to go home?" he asked.

She shook her head. "Gotta pee again," she said, pulling away at the end of the song.

Tony went back to the bar for some more water, abandoning his half-empty glass when he spotted his partner across the room. The band was playing "Boogie Oogie Oogie," and most dancers were engaged in solo shimmying. Angela insisted on dancing close, wrapping her arms around his neck and touching her cheek to his. He circled her waist tightly. "I brought you something," she whispered. He followed her hand to his pocket, feeling the unmistakable thin cotton of her full briefs. After a moment of shock, he corroborated his findings by running his hands around her hips, chancing indecency with a quick grope around her bottom.

"Jess!" he yelped. She raised her eyebrows a couple of times and smiled.

"Let's go," she whispered into his ear. "I want you," she reiterated, flicking his earlobe with her tongue. He dragged her out of the building. The car was so isolated that he figured they could get away with a quickie.

Unlocking the passenger door, he slid into the seat and unzipped his fly, pushing his trousers down. Empty cans crunched underfoot. She followed him in, straddling over the passenger's seat and kissing him deeply.

"Would this be easier in the back?" he asked, feeling her up through her halter top. After being interrupted in their hot tub, he didn't dare untie the knot behind her neck.

"My mother's probably already screwed a couple of guys back there. This is my car. I want to christen the front seat," she said possessively, pushing into his hands.

"If she only knew what her daughter was up to," Tony said, tilting the seat back a little.

"I'm sure she suspects," Angela told him. She rocked against his covered dick a couple of times. "Take it out," she ordered.

He jostled her as he freed himself from the confines of his shorts, and she slid along his length, just as she had before the impromptu consummation of their relationship.

"Fuck, you're so wet," he remarked. "I need to be inside you, Angela."

"You make me wet. Always have," she responded. She rose up, centering her core against his tip.

"You're killing me," he said, enjoying the anticipation. They silently agreed to reenact the initial moments of their first time, just as they'd reenacted their first kiss on their first date. Both of them were suckers for nostalgia.

Angela pretended to hesitate for effect, then finally took him into her, one inch at a time. Although everything was throbbing between them, she reserved a moment for sentiment. "When you're inside me, it feels so right, like there's nothing to be afraid of."

"I love being with you this way," he echoed. "I don't ever want it to end," he continued, looking into her eyes. She squeezed him internally and he threw his head back. "Oh God. We gotta move," he cried, thrusting his hips up.

They got into an uneasy rhythm. "It feels good, Tony, but I can't come like this. It's too awkward and I've had too much to drink. Just finish and we'll go home."

"Pull up your skirt," he requested, knowing a visual would help send him over the edge. She gathered the fabric at her waist and raised up on her knees so he could watch her pussy swallow him. He knew then that he was going to eat her out later. "Can you reach the bag behind the back seat?" he asked. She sat all the way back down onto him, then leaned forward, pulling the bag from the foot well. The change in angle was stimulating, and he thrust a few more times. It must have felt good for her, too, judging by her moaning.

Without explanation, he pulled out and came into a fistful of napkins. All the empty cans and the wet napkins went back into the bag, which he put in the trunk before starting the car. Angela shimmied back into her panties in the passenger seat.

"I always thought we'd end up fucking in your van," she admitted. "Now it's gone."

"You did? Don't get me wrong, I would have done it. I just didn't think something like that was up to your standards."

"It's not. I just wanted you. Anywhere, anyhow."

"I fantasized about making out with you in the jag, parked by a lake. I could never get past the kissing in that scenario, though," he confessed.

"Do you think we're working out some kind of delayed adolescence here?" she asked.

"We're giving ourselves some of the things we missed out on. Some of the things Bobby and Jess got to have."

When they got home, Tony went around the side of the house to sort the cans into the recycling and the rest into the garbage. Angela was sitting on the couch telling her mother about the dance.

"Sounds fun. Next time, I'll go, and you two can stay home with your children," Mona sniped.

"We really appreciate you giving up your Friday night, Cassie," Tony said.

"You're welcome," she said, unmuting the TV. "Go on up to bed now. I'll lock up," she told them.

Angela tugged the knot out of her halter dress as Tony closed the bedroom door. "I saw the way you were watching me dance," she taunted, bouncing on her toes, then letting the fabric fall away to reveal her curves.

"You got me there," he admitted. "I really wanted to unwrap you in the car."

She took his hands and held them to her breasts, then kicked off her shoes. He leaned down to kiss her, teasing with his hands as they tangled their tongues. She was already unbuttoning his pants, which were admittedly getting tight. He kicked them away as he backed her against the wall, trailing his mouth along her neck and chest, then lapping softly at her sensitive peaks. She watched him attend to her for a couple of minutes, amused at how much he loved her boobs. When he latched on, she closed her eyes slowly in contentment, noticing that he was now observing her.

"So nice," she hissed, encouraging him to continue. Her senses were no longer dampened by alcohol, but she allowed the extended foreplay.

He stood tall again and kissed her. They nibbled at each other's lips and nuzzled their noses into each other's faces. Then she began gathering her skirt in her hands. "You know what I want, don't you?" he asked between kisses.

"It was pretty obvious when you pulled out," she whispered. "I want it, too. Wanna feel your tongue inside me. Wanna have your soft lips on my clit."

"I love how dirty you talk, baby," he told her, pushing her underwear down and kissing her thighs. He planted a surprise smooch on her mound, then went back to kissing and caressing her legs. She widened her stance slightly, spurring him to action.

"You're so good with your mouth," she panted, feeling his tongue sweep along her. He went a little deeper on each pass, until she could no longer speak. She bent her knees slightly, giving him more room to taste inside her. As she began to tremble, he encouraged one knee over his shoulder, pressing his mouth hard against her and spearing as deep as he could. Her hands pawed at his short hair, and she tilted her hips in search of more contact.

"You taste like honey," he embellished, moving his focus to her clit. He moderated the pressure, pushing side to side, then flicking up a few times and soothing with a soft tongue. Her hands were still on his head, no longer holding him tight, but scratching his scalp lightly. He pulled out his cock and started touching himself for a bit of relief.

"I'm so close," she whined. "Let me ride you." She peeled off her dress while he rid himself of his remaining clothes. Her hands gripped his sides as she guided him to lie back on the bed. As soon as he was down, she mounted him, accepting his length fully in the same movement. "This is what I needed," she said, grinding against him and pausing with a gasp as she felt the first wave crest.

She returned to the same tactic, rolling her hips against his upward thrusts. "Your cock is so big and hard," she marveled, pressing against her lower abdomen to feel him from the outside. She'd had bigger, not that she would ever tell him that. It was her advertising mind that compelled her to dumb down her language and appeal to endemic male insecurity.

"All for you," he promised. "Keep going. Take what you need," he urged. She gyrated for some time, enjoying the dual pressure of his rigid length and his pubic bone. He stilled her for a moment, pulling halfway out and sinking in again. It made her heave a sigh of delight, but her search for more was apparent in the way she knit her brows together. "C'mere," he said, letting her rest against his chest while he embraced and slowly fucked into her. He just needed to keep the embers aglow, and stay hard enough to get her off when she caught her breath.

Angela got a second wind and sat up, undulating lazily over him with her hands in her hair. Tony tweaked her nipples just the way she liked, then sucked the pad of his thumb into his mouth and applied it to her clit while he held her hip. His tight little circles pushed her over the edge, and he watched triumphantly as she groaned and cursed through her orgasm.

"Get on top of me?" she asked sweetly when she had regained her composure. They kissed tenderly, rolling over as one and continuing to make love for another ten minutes. "This makes me feel special," she acknowledged.

"You deserve to feel special," he told her with a smirk, feeling his balls tighten. "You are special," he affirmed, picking up the pace and shooting into her with a loud sigh. "God, I'm so happy," he said, pushing a sweaty lock of hair off her forehead. "You make me happy," he reiterated, delaying their separation.

"We're opening a joint bank account tomorrow," she said, smiling through sudden tears. Their marriage act was slowly but surely becoming some form of reality.