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'll upload them as fast as I can. 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!
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7.
Angela starts to unbutton Tony's shirt and he gets even more aroused. He helps her along, and pulls it off, tossing it into the corner. He grabs the hem of her sweater and pulls it over her head. It's big and loose and it smells like her perfume. It ends up in the corner with his shirt. He decides to attack her neck and she giggles. He moves to her collarbone, all the way to her shoulder where he slips the strap of her bra down. He reaches behind to try and unclasp it, but it's proving very difficult in his state.
"I'll do it," she says, and reaches behind her and magically takes it off like women do. He grins and pulls her close with one arm and cups a bare breast with his other hand.
"You're perfect, you know. Look how perfectly we fit together," he says.
"We do," she says, reaching down to feel the bulge in his pants while kissing him.
Tony closes his eyes and leans his face against hers. His brain is not just affected by alcohol, but also foggy with desire. "Um, maybe we should get the rest of these off." He reaches for his belt, and she unbuttons her skirt while he tears his pants and boxers and socks off in one go, and she carefully takes her skirt off, rolls her pantyhose off one leg at a time, and stands in front of him in her underwear.
"Angela, you've got to take it all off for this to work."
"I will," she says, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him again. He takes advantage of her proximity to slip his fingers into the waist of her panties and push them down. He doesn't think he'll ever get used to the feel of her bare skin against his. She's so soft and smooth, so flawless and beautiful. He walks them to the bed and she climbs in, followed closely by him. Both of them are more sober than they were the last time they did this, but they are loose enough to forget about any consequences that would typically worry them.
"Angela, tell me what you like. I really want you to like this," he says while touching her in places he thinks will make her feel good.
"I do like it," she says.
"No, I want you to really like it," he reaches down between her legs. "Tell me where," he says.
"Up a little," she says, "no, no, go back… there. Yes… there….." She sighs, and he wants to hear it again.
"Angela," he says, as he continues. She barely mumbles a response. "Angela," he says again.
"Yes," she sighs.
"I'm going to make you feel good, okay?"
"Okay," she breathes, absently.
Tony kisses her lips, then kisses her neck. He moves his head down to take one of her beautiful breasts into his mouth. She sighs deeply again when he licks her nipple, and he files that away for later. He kisses down her belly and he removes his hand from between her legs and replaces it with his mouth. He's thought about doing this so often since their last time together.
She gasps, and he grins. He licks her just as his hand was moving. She obviously enjoys it as her fingers bury in his hair and she moans his name. He doesn't even stop to think that maybe they can be heard. He has a single focus and he gives it his all and his tongue is numb and his jaw is sore but in the end it pays off. Eventually, her hand clenches his hair while the other grasps the bedsheet. She arches her back and her legs close around his head as her orgasm hits. He can barely breathe but he keeps it up until she pushes him away. He comes up for air, wiping his mouth, kissing his way up her body, licking her other nipple because he knows now that she likes it. By now she is relaxed and stunning in the afterglow of her orgasm.
"My turn," he says, and he enters her slowly. He's so turned on he won't last too long, and he's a little angry at that because he was too excited the last time, too. He wants to extend the feeling of being connected with her like this. He wants to continue to take pleasure from her body and share this act of love as long as he can. He also doesn't want her to think he's lacking in stamina.
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Angela feels so relaxed. Her body is tingling everywhere and Tony moving inside of her feels so good. She lazily kisses his face, she runs her hands over his bare skin, and she softly voices her pleasure because she's noticed he likes that, which is good because it's very hard to be silent when he does the things he does to her. She's never had it so good.
She hopes he enjoys this as much as she does, not just the sex, but the togetherness, the closeness, the feeling of love.
She holds him tightly as he moves. This is their second time together and she knows when he's close. He speeds up a little, his movements more aggressive. He groans and somehow it makes her feel good when his climax hits.
Angela tries to memorize every bit of this moment - the wonderful feel of his weight resting on her, the way he kisses the side of her face in between his gasps for air, the smell of him, the flex of his muscles. They are so close she can feel his heart beating hard against her own chest. What she wouldn't do to have this available to her every night.
"That was good," he says, lifting his head to look at her. "That was really good, right? You think so, too, that it was really good?"
"It was really good," she agrees, running her fingers through his hair.
"I knew it would be good, but this was really good. I mean, last time was good, but that was our first time and we were really out of it. It could have just been a fluke. But this time was really good, too. Right?"
"Right," she says, holding his face in her hands. She brings his mouth to hers for a kiss.
"Angela," he says, moving to lie next to her, "I think we made the right decision."
"Oh yeah?" she says, smiling.
"I mean, it seems silly not to, we've already done it, there's no going back, and we know we like it, we're pretty good at it," he grins, "it would be almost a shame not to do it, and, Angela, I respect you, I really do, nothing changes," he babbles, until she interrupts him.
"Nothing changes?"
"I mean something changes. We doing this changes." He pushes a lock of hair away from her eyes so he can see her clearly. "I'm not doing this just because I want to have sex, Angela. I can get that anywhere. It's *you* I want."
Angela smiles. She's trying very hard not to cry because she doesn't want to scare him, and she's also not sure if he's still under the influence of alcohol and sex and these are just drunken post-coital declarations which he'll forget come tomorrow. She moves closer to him to hide her emotion, letting him wrap his arms around her and hold her.
"So what does that mean?" she asks, tentatively.
"It means… it means that next time we do this we don't have to get drunk first. I mean, if there is a next time. If we decide to do this another time."
"Right."
"And, you know what, Angela, I'm going to sleep here tonight. I know maybe you think it's better I go back to my bed because I know we're supposed to be exploring this thing slowly and we don't want the family to get the wrong impression, and maybe we shouldn't have done this again without checking in and talking about where our relationship is right now but it's done, and I don't regret it, and I'm gonna sleep here tonight."
"Okay," she says. It didn't even occur to her that he would leave and she would have been broken-hearted if gone to his room, but she's happy to let him think this is his idea.
"Good," he says. He gets comfortable and she gets comfortable and she closes her eyes, feeling so secure with his arm around her.
"Goodnight, Angela," he says.
"Goodnight," she says, before drifting off into a very peaceful sleep.