Title: At Long Last - A Wedding Bells Alternate
Category: Who's the Boss
Summary: What happens when you mix too much wine and a secret love?
Rating:NC-17, NSFW, M
Spoilers: Wedding Bells
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters.

This story contains content for mature audiences only - please be warned. If people want, I can try to mark the sections so you can skip those parts if you prefer not to read them but still want the rest of the story. If enough people ask I can try!

This story is complete (I think) but it has multiple chapters. I kept them to 1200-1500 words for the most part because I think that's manageable to read without having to binge the whole thing!

I wrote most of these a long time ago. I apologize for any mistakes, but I will try to edit as I go!

I'm moving my Who's the Boss fics from various other sites to here. Feedback welcome - good or bad - and appreciated :) Enjoy.

2.

Angela has never wanted a man more in her life than she wants Tony right now. Her whole body feels like it's on fire. She feels like the entire night was leading to this moment - the emotions she felt walking down the aisle with him, dancing with him, talking with him - but she can hardly believe this is real. Tony is on top of her in her bed, pushing up the skirt of her dress, trying to get her pantyhose and underwear off. She's fighting with the buckle on his belt and pulling his shirt free of his pants.

Nothing is working and she is getting very frustrated.

"Tony. Tony, Tony… stop. Wait, stop."

"What?" he says, stopping. "What?"

"This isn't working. Get up."

"What?"

"Get up!"

Tony scrambles off the bed, and Angela gets up too. She reaches under her dress and pulls down her pantyhose. She pulls off her dress and tosses it on the chair. She stands in front of him in her panties and bra and he stares, dumbstruck, not moving.

She sobers up a little, only a little, but enough to start doubting his desire. He has been drinking a lot, she was very forward in her actions, maybe he's changed his mind…. Her confidence plummets. She's about to apologize, moving to wrap her arms protectively around her middle, when he finally speaks.

"You're perfect. Angela, you're so perfect. I can't believe… you're just so perfect."

"Take off your clothes."

"Oh, yeah." Tony yanks at the buttons on his shirt and pulls it off. He fumbles with his belt buckle, then she tries to help him, and finally they manage. He takes his pants off and grabs her, kissing her deeply.

Feeling Tony's bare skin against hers is so good that Angela moans. Tony isn't very coordinated in his inebriated state but he gets them both back on the bed. She can feel his arousal as he rubs against her. He touches her breast, and she breaks their kiss to voice her pleasure.

"Get this off," he says to her, and she pulls her bra off and takes her panties off while he disposes himself of his boxers. The light is dim and she doesn't get a good look at him but she loves the feel of him as he covers her body once more. He touches and kisses her everywhere, exactly how she wants him to, almost like he's reading her mind. She can't control the soft sounds of pleasure she makes but it seems she need not worry about that. Tony seems to like it and he becomes more aggressive in showing his need for her. She always knew he'd be assertive in bed. It turns Angela on even more. She feels so desired.

She can feel how hard he is and she's ready. She captures his mouth and kisses him.

"Okay?" he mumbles against her mouth. She nods.

"Yes."

xx

Tony can't believe this is happening. He's actually not sure how they got to this point, it's all a bit fuzzy, but right now he couldn't stop even if he wanted to - unless she objects, of course, but at the moment Angela is very willing. She holds him tightly to her and responds passionately as he rubs himself against her. He knows she's ready.

When he pushes inside of her he feels like he's reached heaven. Pleasure spreads through his body and he groans while she makes soft, sweet noises in his ear. He pushes in all the way and pauses, to allow her to adjust but more to give himself a chance to calm down. He's waited so long for her and he wants her so badly that if he's not careful, this could be over before it really begins. When she starts kissing the side of his face and running her hands up and down his back, he starts to move.

He doesn't remember sex ever feeling so *right.* She makes noises that make him feel good and he tries hard to keep those noises coming. He touches her and kisses her and she responds just as enthusiastically and passionately. He feels so close to her. He knows he's in love with her and he very hesitantly believes he feels love from her. Everything about this feels like it's meant to be.

Tony needs to hold her closer so he puts one arm under her, around her waist, lifting her slightly and holding her against him, and it does something unexpected because suddenly Angela grips him tighter as she gasps into his ear.

"Oh, Tony," she sighs. She likes it.

He doesn't change anything, not his angle, his speed, nothing… he wants to keep the magic and make her feel as good as he does. His diligence pays off and she moans and arches her back, her body clenching him as her orgasm hits. He groans at the feeling. His mind swims in pleasure. She goes limp in his arms and he looks at her face. She looks so serene, so beautiful. She's everything he wants. He slows his movements and finally stops, just to look at her. She opens her eyes. He moves to hold her face, stroking her cheek with his thumb. He kisses her softly. He feels like his heart will burst from his chest.

"You're mine, Angela," he tells her, desperate that she knows that he's not giving her up, not now, never again.

She smiles, running her fingers through his hair.

"I'm yours," she says, looking into his eyes. A sense of relief washes over him. He believes her.

He starts to move again, a little faster this time, a little more forceful. He can't hold back anymore. He looks at her and finds her biting her bottom lip and the sight is enough to send him over the edge. He practically roars, trying to stifle the noise into the pillow next to her head.

xx

Both of them are breathing hard. Tony's weight is on her and though he is heavy, she enjoys the feeling. She kisses his neck and holds him to her. Everything is sweaty and sticky but Angela doesn't mind at all. She's so happy.

Tony finally comes to his senses and lifts his weight partially off of her. He looks down at her and kisses her again.

"Are you okay?" he asks.

She nods and touches his sweet face. "Are you okay?"

He grins. "I'm definitely okay."

She giggles. He's so handsome, and so charming, and now she knows he's good in bed. She can't imagine a more perfect man. She adores him. He moves off of her and she misses his warmth immediately. He wrestles the blankets out from under them and covers them up, shifting them until he is spooning up against her back.

As the moments go by and she feels Tony get comfortable behind her, she hopes he doesn't want to talk. She's sober now and she's fighting the fear that he didn't mean to do this, that the mood of the wedding and the influence of alcohol pushed him to it and he'll regret it come morning. She wants - even if just for one night - to enjoy the feel of him holding her and to bask in the afterglow of their love.

Her wish comes true. He doesn't talk, instead, his arm securely around her, he begins to snore. She closes her eyes and sleeps peacefully.