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.
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4.
Tony watches Angela as slyly as he can. She looks pale. She's dressed in loose sweats, her head in her hand, taking very small sips of water. He's got a really good way to get rid of a headache that involves a very intimate massage, but he's not sure how she'll feel about that.
He feeds everyone with a smile on his face. He can't help it. Mona keeps looking at him suspiciously and he keeps trying to avoid her eyes. He's a horrible liar and Mona has a way of getting information out of him.
"I have to go lie down," Angela says, after breakfast is done.
"Are you okay?" Tony asks.
"I'll be fine. Things are just… spinning right now."
"Finish your water. You'll be okay," he says, handing her the glass as she gets up. The kids take off, leaving Mona at the table.
"Well. You two had an exciting night," she says.
"Yeah, I guess so."
"You must have had a lot more to drink after we left."
"Yeah, a few glasses of wine. It's a bit blurry."
"Blurry, huh? Anything else happen? Maybe a kiss or two?"
"Mona, come on."
"I seem to remember the last time you two had a bit too much to drink there was some kissing involved. I'm still not convinced it wasn't more than kissing."
"Will you drop it? We had a good time."
"Seems like it."
He growls in frustration. Mona takes the hint and leaves him alone, going upstairs to speak to her daughter.
xx
Angela lies in the bed she so recently shared with Tony. It smells like him. It smells like sex. It's the only sign that he was there. She hugs the pillow he slept on to her body. She's a little sore - it's been a while - but she welcomes the feeling. She closes her eyes and tries to remember everything. She has a vague recollection of him rubbing her feet and of her sitting on his lap. She remembers how expertly he touched her naked body. She remembers touching him, she remembers being fairly impressed with every part of him she touched. She remembers how good he felt on top of her and inside of her, how perfectly they fit together. She remembers her orgasm - and it's always been relatively difficult for her to orgasm during sex but Tony made it happen. It was honestly some of the best sex of her life - maybe *the* best sex of her life. She remembers how desperately she wanted him and she remembers….
She remembers him looking her in the eye and saying, "you're mine." She remembers her response to him.
Angela buries her head into her pillow. To her, that was a declaration of love. She's given him all of her. To him, was it just something said in a moment of lustful passion?
There is a light knock and the door opens and she looks up quickly. It's not Tony though, it's her mother. She sighs as her head spins and her stomach rolls.
"Hi. How are you feeling?"
"Awful," Angela says, her head falling back to the pillow.
"Looks like you had a rough night. Using two pillows. The bed is a mess too."
"Yeah. Yeah, it was an interesting night."
"Mhm. So, you and Tony got drunk and came home together," Mona says, sitting on the bed.
"We both live here," Angela mumbles into the pillow.
"Yes. You do. You know what I find strange?"
"What?"
"That Tony kept looking at you this morning, and every time I caught him, he looked away."
"Mother, you're seeing things."
"I don't think so. What happened last night? Any kissing?"
"Mother…."
"Last time there was kissing."
Angela sighs. She can't keep anything from her mother. She never could. She told Tony to keep it secret but….
"Yes, we kissed."
"Hot damn!" Mona says, clapping her hands.
"Mother! Stop it. You know I'm not feeling well."
"So what was it, another make out session? Maybe a little more?"
Angela doesn't respond.
"Angela? Did anything more happen?"
"Mother…."
"Angela…."
"We kissed on the couch downstairs."
"Okay. And then?"
"And then… and then things got a little heated."
"Oh. How heated?"
"Very heated."
"Did you…?"
Angela hesitates, but then nods.
"You slept with Tony?" Mona says, shocked.
"Mother! Shhhh!"
"You slept with Tony?" Mona whispers.
"I don't know how it happened!"
"Who cares! I have been waiting for this to finally happen! Wait… are you sure you did it?"
"I'm sure, mother."
"And was it all you expected?"
"It was wonderful but now what mother? What do I do? What do we do?"
"Well, you're not going to ignore this like you ignored your kiss. Talk to him. Tell him what you want."
"What do I want?"
"Angela. I saw you two last night. You want something more with him than just this employer, employee relationship you insist on. You want more than friendship."
Angela thinks for a moment. She knows last night she felt so much love and so close to Tony, more than she's ever felt with any other man in her life. She knows she wants more, but how?
"Well?" Mona says.
"Well what? I don't know what he wants."
"And if he wants something more?"
"I don't know, mother. I can't think of that right now. My head hurts."
"Angela, you told me you wanted someone sensitive and caring, someone who loves your son."
"I know what I said."
"He fits the bill."
"Mother, can you please let me sleep?"
"Of course. Drink your water, you'll be fine. Just don't mess this up, huh? This could be the start of something good."
"Mother… don't say anything to Tony, okay? I think I better speak with him first."
"If you say so, dear. Just don't wait too long."
Angela doesn't respond. She closes her eyes, and hears her mother leave. She doesn't know what to do about Tony but at the moment she needs to sleep before she throws up again.
xx
It's three hours later and Angela hasn't come down. Tony is starting to get worried. She could be up there nursing a hangover, but she could also be up there reconsidering everything they'd done and trying to figure out a way to say he needs to leave now that he's seen her naked in the most intimate way possible. He decides to take some ginger tea upstairs for her and see if he can figure out which it is.
He knocks on her door and when she doesn't answer he opens it. She's fast asleep on her bed. On *the* bed. He places the tea on the side table and sits next to her. He touches her arm.
"Angela?"
She takes a deep breath before opening her eyes. She squints, then holds her head.
"Ohhh…"
"Still not feeling well?"
"I'm never going to drink again, Tony."
"You said that last time. I brought you some ginger tea. It'll help." He rubs her back, trying to help her get up, but instead it makes her more comfortable.
"Can you keep doing that?" she says, "it feels good."
He gets a momentary flashback of the night before but he manages to push that from his mind as he comforts her. He rubs her back gently and pretty soon she falls back asleep.
Tony looks at her for a long time. Sometimes he can trick himself into believing he doesn't want something romantic with her but it's getting harder and harder to do so. Right now he wishes he could kiss her face and curl up next to her so they can feel better together. He eventually stands and leaves the room, letting her rest.