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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10.

"Is there any more wine?" she asks, looking at her empty glass. Tony's glass is empty too. He made enough for three people but the two of them have gone through it all in the course of the evening.

"Um, maybe some in the pot? Go fill up our glasses, I'll see what's left in the boxes."

While she goes into the kitchen, Tony grabs the mistletoe from the box. It's the last thing they have to put up. He puts it just above the doorway to the kitchen so that when she walks back into the room, he can stop her with a kiss.

She comes out of the kitchen just as he finishes putting it up.

"Tony, it's all gone," she says. He stands in front of her, just beyond the doorway, and looks at her expectantly.

"What are you doing?" she asks.

"I'm finished with the decorations," he says.

"Oh. It looks good," she says, trying to move around him to see the room. He stops her.

"No. Look up."

She looks up and spots it.

"Oh," she smiles. She has a blush from the warm wine and it is so appealing to Tony. He puts his hands on her hips and pulls her closer.

"I guess we have to kiss," he says.

"I guess so," she says, resting her hands on his chest. He leans forward and kisses her. She tastes like the spiced wine, and he wraps his arms around her and kisses her deeply.

They kiss for a while until she stops, catching her breath.

"Tony, we're just going to kiss, okay? We said we're not going to do anything more, not until we spend some time together figuring out us, and especially not after we've had so much to drink."

"Have we had too much to drink?" he says, placing soft kisses on her lips.

"Yes," she says, breathlessly. The sound arouses Tony.

"No one is home."

"But they'll be home soon."

"I can come to your room later."

"I thought we agreed that was a bad example for the kids."

"They won't know," he says. Now that he's had her more than once he's desperate to have her again. He can't imagine not feeling her soft bare skin against his, not hearing the sounds of pleasure she makes, not waking up next to her. She kisses him again and he holds her tightly, running one hand over her behind, trying to seduce her. When her tongue slides along his he's sure he's got her but then they hear the snick of the door opening. She jumps away from him and he stumbles back too, his reflexes slower than normal. She covers her mouth with her hand, and he reaches for the empty box on the table and holds it in front of him, in case his arousal is obvious.

"Wow. You two have been busy," Mona says, taking off her coat.

Tony has too much to drink and he's unsure if he's acting natural but when he looks at Angela she looks even more unsteady on her feet, her eyes darting everywhere except at Mona. He hopes they aren't acting suspicious - Mona is always great at sniffing out intrigue.

"Smells nice in here." Tony realizes Mona is talking to him.

"Oh! Oh, yeah, we made some mulled wine."

"Really? I'd love to try some. It's chilly out there."

"Oh, well, we drank it. We waited… but you took so long!"

"I don't think I took too long, I think you two were having too much fun."

"No," Angela says, suddenly, and Tony believes a bit too defensively. "No, we weren't having too much fun. We were working because you decided to ditch us."

"And, because I feel as if I'm interrupting something, I'm going to go back to my apartment."

"Mother… you weren't interrupting anything."

"The lipstick Tony's wearing would say otherwise."

Tony wipes his mouth quickly as Mona walks out the other door.

"Maybe we should just stop drinking," Angela says, sitting on the couch after Mona leaves.

"Yeah," he says, sitting next to her. "I hope I wasn't too forward, you know, under the mistletoe…."

"Oh, no. No."

"Good."

"What do we do now, Tony?"

"We sober up before the kids get home."

"That warm wine made me sleepy," she says, resting her head on his shoulder.

"Yeah, it happens all the time. It's the alcohol and the cinnamon."

Angela curls her legs under her and leans heavily on Tony. He grabs a pillow and puts it behind his head, leaning back. In minutes, they are both asleep.

xx

"Mom!"

Angela startles awake. Her movement shakes Tony awake too.

"Jonathan? Why are you shouting?"

"You guys wouldn't wake up."

"Yeah, what's wrong with you?" Sam asks.

"When did you get home?" Tony says, holding his head. He's got a headache. Angela doesn't look any better.

"We've been standing here trying to wake you guys up."

"Oh, my mouth is so dry," Angela says.

"Probably because you've been drooling all over me!" Tony says, wiping his shoulder.

"I need to get some water," Angela says, getting up and stumbling to the kitchen.

"What's wrong with her?" Sam asks.

"Long day," Tony says, holding his head.

"Why were you sleeping?" Jonathan asks.

"Because it's late. What are you doing coming in at this hour?"

"Dad, it's just after eight o'clock."

"Well, go upstairs and get ready for bed."

"This early?"

"It's Saturday night, dad."

"Then go do something else." He gets up and goes to the kitchen and finds Angela over the sink, gulping down water.

"I feel awful," she says. "Tony, I don't think I can drink ever again. My head hurts but I can't close my eyes because then the room starts spinning."

"Move, lemme get some water," he says. "Why did we drink the whole pot of wine?"

"I don't know."

"I know," he says, sheepishly.

"Why?"

"Because…."

"Because…?"

"Because…." Tony says again, looking at her expectantly.

"Because…?"

"Oh my god, Angela, because… because we have sex every time this happens," he growls under his breath.

"Oh. Oh."

"Yeah."

"So you think subconsciously…."

Tony nods.

"Well… that's silly," Angela says. "We could… I mean, we don't need to…."

"No, we don't but… I guess we haven't… without…."

"Yeah," she says. "Um, I think maybe I'll go lie down."

"Angela, look, I didn't plan anything… I mean, I didn't make the wine with the intention to…."

"No, of course not. I know that, Tony." She touches his arm before carefully leaving the kitchen with a full glass of water. Tony is mostly sure he didn't plan to get her drunk. He's fairly certain that he would be brave enough to simply ask her - or better yet seduce her in other, sober ways. He really hopes he didn't make that wine thinking she'd never say no to him when under the influence. Doesn't matter. He got turned down anyway.

Tony takes an aspirin and tidies up the kitchen a bit. The kids are hungry so he makes them a snack and leaves them in front of the television while he goes up to bed. He pauses for a moment as he passes Angela's door. She must be sleeping, maybe in a silk nightgown, maybe in her checkered pyjamas. She'll be curled up on her side, her breath deep and even, her face beautiful and peaceful looking. He shakes his head. He must still be drunk. He goes to his room, closes the door, and gets ready for bed.