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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1.
Tony knows why he's hurt and angry. It's not because of the comments from the clowns at their table. It's because in a room full of doctors and lawyers and financers and businessmen, he's just a broke housekeeper falling in love with an exceptionally beautiful, successful, classy woman who deserves the world. He can't give her that.
It's why he steps aside for Geoffrey.
He drowns his sorrow in wine. Angela comes back to the table after dancing a few numbers with Geoffrey.
"You okay?" she asks.
"Yeah."
"Can I have a glass?"
He pours her a rather full glass of wine, his judgment a bit off. She thanks him and takes a big drink.
"What happened to your date?" Tony asks.
"He's not my date. You told me to dance with him. I told him my feet hurt and I wanted to sit down with you. Why, do you not want to sit with me?"
"No. I do. Here, sorry." He tops her up even though there's plenty left in the glass. "The wine is good."
They're relatively quiet as she finishes her glass and he downs his. He opens another bottle and fills her glass before filling his own. She smiles at him while she drinks. Her face is flushed now with the alcohol. He can't take his eyes off of her.
"You look so pretty," he says to her.
She blushes even deeper, and takes another sip of her wine.
Jonathan and Samantha come over to say they're tired - Marcy is going home as well now that the party is getting a bit rowdier.
"Ah, let them have fun. They have matron of honour and best man duties anyway. I'll take you guys home," Mona says. She gives them a wink and takes the children away.
The alcohol has made Tony bold and Angela looks too good not to touch.
"Here, finish up. We're going to dance once more before they stop playing music." He tops up her glass again and they drink quickly to catch the last song. Angela is shaky on her feet - two large glasses of wine in a short time will do that - so Tony puts his arm around her waist to steady her as they walk to the dance floor.
He holds her close, burying his nose in her hair. He takes a deep breath. She smells so good. He absently nuzzles against her ear and she sighs. How could he let another guy have this? He pulls away to look at her face.
"I love dancing with you," he says.
"I love dancing with you," she says.
He moves to hold her close again, but the music stops. They separate this time, but he keeps his arm around her. He's not sure if he needs help standing upright, or if she does, or if he's just making excuses to hold her near him. They clap and cheer and Tony whistles as Paul reaches up Isabelle's dress to get the garter.
"He's not doing it with his teeth. In Brooklyn the guy pulls off the garter with his teeth," he tells Angela who rolls her eyes at him. "No, really, it's a lot funner that way. Sometimes he'll get his head stuck up there, under her dress!" he laughs. Angela tsks her disapproval, shaking her head at him.
The single men gather but Tony is tipsy and he's got his arm around Angela anyway. They continue to cheer and laugh as Paul flings the garter and it somehow ends up in the hands of Wendy Whitner.
"Isn't that funny," Angela says to Tony, laughing.
"Herb better watch himself!"
Tony and Angela toast the bride and groom one final time. Angela asks all guests to grab some rice and flower petals to toss at them during the send off.
As the couple drives off, Angela turns to Tony. "Wasn't that beautiful?"
"Yeah. Beautiful," he says, looking at her. His heart flutters a little as it does sometimes when his adoration for her becomes overwhelming. Angela is beaming and she's so perfect to him, he can barely stand it. "Let's go home," he says.
Both of them use the bathroom before they leave, having had too much wine. Tony rushes her and Angela forgets that she meant to say goodbye to Geoffrey. Instead she lets Tony lead her by the hand to a cab. When they stumble into the house it's dark.
"They must be sleeping," Angela whispers loudly, making her way to the couch.
"No kidding," Tony says, turning on the light and sitting with her. She kicks off her shoes and starts rubbing her feet, and Tony takes her foot from her to massage it himself. He knows how to make her feel better. He asks about Geoffry and she tells him.
He's silent as he rubs her foot.
"Oh, Tony," she sighs, "you're so good."
He looks at her. Her eyes are closed, her face serene with pleasure. In his drunken state all he can think of is hearing that sound from her mouth again. He runs his hand up her calf, massaging it gently. He looks at her and she's watching him, her chest rising and falling with deep breaths. Her eyes are dark and her mouth is slightly open and with his inhibitions gone he doesn't hesitate to lean forward and kiss her.
To his very pleasant surprise, he takes his face in her hands and kisses him back just as desperately. He pulls both of her legs to rest on his lap and he leans her back on the couch cushions, kissing her as if his life depended on it. He's wanted to kiss her since he first saw her in her beautiful matron of honour dress, and then again as they walked down the aisle, and then again as they danced together, and now….
Now his hand is sliding up her leg under her dress. She isn't resisting, in fact it seems like she's encouraging him, pulling his body to her, bending her knee slightly to give him better access. He dares to squeeze her behind under her dress, finding it covered by her panties and very annoying pantyhose.
"I hate these fucking things," he mumbles against her mouth.
"Tony, take me upstairs," she says. Even while inebriated he's slightly aware that maybe he shouldn't go further than this. Maybe he's too intoxicated to make this decision. Maybe she's too intoxicated to make this decision. He wants her so badly but the worst thing that could happen would be that he betray her trust in him. He begins to pull away to ask her, but she holds on to him as he sits up and straddles his lap. Her dress is hiked up and she shifts and presses against the bulge in his pants and it's over. He can think of nothing but his need for her. Tony stands, lifting her up, and she wraps her legs around his waist. He kisses her neck, breathing hard as he manages to carry her up the stairs, into her bedroom, and onto the bed.
