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 am slowly getting this all posted :)

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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11.

Angela wakes up in a pitch dark room. She's sober now, her headache gone, and her memory of the night somewhat clear. She remembers kissing Tony. She remembers wanting so badly to give in to his proposition but not wanting to give more credence to the idea that they need to be drunk to do it.

She's not drunk now, however. And the memory of his kiss is strong. And she knows it'll be good - it'll be very good. It could be a Christmas celebration for them. It could open up some much needed conversation. It could help facilitate the exploration of their romantic relationship. It could actually be very beneficial for her to go to Tony now and ask him if he'd like to spend the night together.

She stops and takes a deep breath. She's not supposed to be talking herself into this.

Angela tries to resist. She tries to talk herself out of it. Didn't they say it would be a bad example for the children to be going room to room? Shouldn't they talk about their feelings and expectations before they fall into bed again? If they'd decided not to make it physical only, why were they only acting on their physical needs?

It's of no use. Her body and heart want him so badly, she's willing to risk the rejection. She slides on her slippers, puts on a robe, and leaves her room, closing the door behind her. She tiptoes across the hall and quietly knocks before going into his room and closing the door behind her.

"Tony," she whispers. "Tony?"

He doesn't respond. Maybe this was a bad idea. She considers leaving but then she notices how the moonlight hits his face and how beautiful he looks, and she can't stop watching at him. He's so dear to her. She loves him so much. She doesn't even need sex, she'd be content to just sleep next to him.

She sits on the bed next to him and touches his shoulder. "Tony?" she says again. He stirs and finally opens his eyes.

"Angela?" he mumbles.

"Hi," she says.

"Am I dreaming?" he asks, closing his eyes again.

"No," she laughs softly. "But if you're too sleepy I'll go back to my room. We can talk tomorrow."

"Angela?" he says, opening his eyes again.

"Yeah."

"What are you doing here?"

"Um, I was in my room and I was alone, obviously, and I was thinking of what we did in the living room… remember?"

"The kissing? I remember."

"Yeah. And I know I turned you down then but I just didn't want to do it like that, I didn't want this to be only a drunken thing we do. But I'm not drunk anymore and I wanted to know if you wanted to…."

"Wanted to what?" he says, grinning up at her. He's teasing her. She shakes her head.

"I wanted to know if you want to play a game of cards," she says.

"Oh, I don't have any cards in here," he says.

"Oh, well," she says, getting up. He stops her.

"But, uh, I have this bed. This big bed. It's too much space for me."

"Is it?"

"I'd love to share it with someone. Wanna share it with me? I mean, you came all the way over here, you might as well."

"Yeah," she says, smiling. He scoots over and pulls back the blanket. She stands to take off her slippers and her robe and get in with him. He pulls her into his arms and kisses her. She's so happy she took the chance.

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Tony can't believe Angela came to him. He allows himself to be hopeful about her feelings as he rolls on top of her, kissing her deeply. She parts her legs and lets him rest between them. He's already aroused, he just needs to make sure she is, too.

"Can we take our clothes off?" he asks. She laughs.

"Yes, we can take our clothes off," she laughs softly.

"Let me help you with this." He starts to unbutton her shirt and once he's half way he starts to kiss the skin as it's exposed. Now that he's sober he wants to take his time and really explore her body. Her skin is fair and smooth, her stomach flat. He pushes her shirt off of her shoulders and she helps him take it off revealing her breasts. They are perfect with lovely pink nipples and she's the most gorgeous woman he's ever seen in his life. He remembers how she responded when he licked them before so he does it now and he's not disappointed. He spends a bit of time on them just to hear her enjoyment. He kisses up her neck and pushes at the waistband of her pants, and she pushes at the waistband of his pants, and together they manage to get rid of the rest of their clothes.

He kisses her some more and reaches down between them to touch her the way she likes. She breaks their kiss, sighing.

"Angela," he says. "Angela."

She's too distracted to answer.

"Angela," he says again.

"What?" she responds, breathless.

"I want you on top this time."

"What?" she says, her eyes closing.

"I want to watch you. Come on." Tony rolls them both over, and she shifts to get comfortable.

"Tony, I-"

"Come on," he says again, kissing her. She gives in and when she feels ready, she slides him into her. The feeling is wonderful - if not a bit tight - and she begins to move.

Tony is in heaven. Angela's body is wonderful. He's free to touch her everywhere in this position and he cups her breasts, runs his hands over her sides, squeezes her behind, and pulls her mouth to his. He thought he'd be able to handle this if they ever did it when he was sober, but he's just as excited as ever and her movements feel so good he could burst at any moment.

Angela sits up suddenly, her head tossed back slightly as she moves over him. Tony touches between her legs to hopefully make her feel even better. Her climax seems to surprise her and it certainly surprises him, her body clenching at him. He groans at the feeling and as it passes through her she practically collapses onto him.

"You okay?" he says, grinning. He rubs her back and tries to urge her to move, but when she doesn't, he moves beneath her. They both breathe hard and kiss each other messily.

"Oh, Tony," she sighs and he can't hold off any longer. He holds her tight and groans, trying to muffle the sound into her neck, as he practically explodes inside of her.

Tony thinks he may have passed out. The next thing he feels is Angela kissing him softly. As he comes to his senses, he kisses her back. She shivers slightly and he reaches down and pulls the blanket over them both.

"I'm glad I came over," she says.

"I'm really glad you came over," he says.

"Can I sleep here tonight?"

"Yeah, yeah, of course." Tony wouldn't have it any other way. If she'd have left he would have followed her.

She settles next to him and he holds her. They are quiet for a while and Tony is enjoying the closeness of her. He wants to talk about this, he really does, but he doesn't want to break the spell of this moment. He's in love with her, he can admit that to himself at least, and she's here, happy and satiated and warm and soft, curled up against him in his bed. He can't imagine anything better than this. Tony just wants to enjoy it, just a little bit longer, before he has to face some serious discussions.

He's glad when Angela relaxes and soon falls asleep. He kisses her carefully and closes his eyes.