"You got the job," Angela tells him, voice affected by emotion as they hold each other.

"No kiddin'," Tony says smartly.

They kiss tenderly at first, sweetly. Then, like two people who've been apart for two months, it turns more passionate.

He surprises her by taking her bottom lip between his, nibbling on it before sucking it into his mouth, causing an unexpected moan to drift out.

She can feel the smirk on his face and not to be outdone, she slips her tongue into Tony's mouth, causing a near growl from him, using the distraction to loosen his bow tie and toss it aside.

Angela smooths her hands from his back, brings them over his broad shoulders, and lets them slide over his defined abdomen as Tony moves his lips to her neck, placing warm open-mouthed kisses on the freshly showered skin he finds.

She feels his pecs through the cotton of his tuxedo shirt as her palms glide upward then beneath his suit jacket as he shrugs it off and onto the floor.

He reaches for her before it hits the ground, meeting her lips again, more passionately, longer and deeper than ever, before abruptly leaning away.

"What's wrong?" She asks, breathing as hard as Tony.

"We've never – it's just – this seems to be goin' in a direction we agreed to wait for."

"Do you have any doubts about us?"

"Not a single one," Tony answers.

"Then…I think we've waited long enough."

He pulls away from her altogether, causing her stomach to plummet in disappointment as she watches him pick up his tie, and stuff it in the inside pocket before hanging it on the hook by the front door and laying his plaque on the foyer table.

"If Mona or one of the kids comes home…," he begins. "Besides, can't have you thinkin' I won't do a good job for ya. So?"

"So?" She repeats, hopeful.

He approaches her, picks up her left hand, sweetly kisses her palm, then releases it to encircle both arms around her.

"Where were we?"

He sweeps Angela off her feet bride-style, looking intently into her eyes as he carries her up the steps to her bedroom, her arms around Tony's shoulders as she nuzzles his neck.

A minute later once he's laid her on the bed, he pauses to look at her, noticing her expressive browns subtlety fill with tears.

"I really missed you," she says.

"I missed you too," he asserts, slowly planting sweet kisses on her forehead, both cheeks then her mouth before reaching for the buttons of his shirt.

"Wait!" She yells, stopping him.

"What? You hear somethin'?"

"No," she says, standing from the bed. "I've just – as unshy as you've always been about showing off what's beneath your clothes, I've uh – often fantasized about peeling you out of them."

Tony smiles big, dropping his hands away from his shirt.

"Then, by all means, peel away."

Angela opens each button, one by one, not caring where it ends up after tossing the shirt to parts unknown. She doesn't waste time running her hands from his neck, over his chest, down his abs, and around his back embracing him.

"I've wanted to touch you like this for so long," she whispers before biting his earlobe as he returns the hug.

"Really?" He asks, shakily. "What—what else have you wanted to do?"

She ravages his mouth again as she slides both palms down and over his firm ass, resulting in a near-instant gasp.

"Angela," he says, in a growl. "Are you sure about this because I-I," he stutters as she plants kisses all over his neck as she gently squeezes his butt a few times. "I have my fantasies too."

She leans away, meeting eyes as dark as hers.

"How much longer are you going to deprive us of something we both want, Tony?" She asks, sincerely. "It's been eight years of stolen glances, trying to avoid each other's touch, using other people to fulfill or base urges, and fighting the temptation of saying 'to hell with it' and knocking on your bedroom door."

Angela moves her hands from his ass to palm his face.

"Do you want me?" She asks.

Tony swallows harshly.

"More than my next breath."

"Then touch me, Tony."

"Okay, but I - I have a confession to make and I hope you don't think less of me for it."

She looks worried for a second.

"I'm listening."

"That time I walked in you gettin' out of the tub?" He reminds her. "I wasn't lookin' at your headphones."

"I know," Angela says, smirking.

"I saw everything," he admits. "Then I was seein' you in my dreams for an entire month after that," he confesses. "Thirty days of waking up havin' to take cold showers."

Tony fakes a shiver and she giggles as the horror of recounting the frigid water is expressed on his face.

"That was a long time ago," Angela tells him. "So, I forgive you for lying," she adds. "Now…maybe we should refresh your memory."

She reaches for the belt of her robe but he stops her.

"Let me."

Slowly, he untwines the terry cloth material and lets the robe fall open, revealing the middle of her bare chest, a flat stomach, and white lace panties.

He takes his index finger and runs the pad of it from her sternum to the band of her La Perla causing her to release a gasp. In the next second, he uses both hands to spread the material apart, dropping it to the floor.

"Better than I remembered," he rasps, causing her to blush.

"Thank you."

Tony lowers his lips to hers again, kissing her fully before moving his mouth over her neck then to her shoulders as he drops lower, then lower still until his full lips wrap around the apricot-hued bud of her right breast as he palms the other.

"Oh God," she manages, palming the back of his head.

He works her with his tongue and adept fingers until he feels a shiver run over her body in surprise to them both.

"They're small," she manages. "But very sensitive."

"Good to know," he tells her. "I wonder what else is sensitive after so long?"

He falls to his knees before her.

"Tony? What are you doing?"

"If you don't know, then every other man that came before me didn't deserve you."

"I'm not a teenager Tony I know what you're doing, it's just that – most of the men I've been with either didn't like to or weren't very good at it."

He looks up at her with a predatory grin.

"Then baby, you ain't seen nothin' yet."

After Tony tugs the white lace down her legs, she kicks them off to the side before he lowers her into a sitting position on the foot of the bed.

"Scoot back," he tells her.

Angela eagerly complies as he crawls over and between her legs, kissing her deeply before trailing his mouth over her breasts again, down her stomach, and into the apex of her thighs, inhaling deeply.

"Damn, that is your natural scent."

He noses through her dark curls, as uncolored as her roots, until he reaches her clit, tracing circles around it until he begins rubbing the texture of his warm tongue back and forth over it again and again.

"Oh, Tony," she moans, emphasizing the second syllable of his name as she tries not to squirm under his touch.

He spreads her with his fingers before introducing one then another as he curls them inside while his mouth continues to work. Angela rakes her fingers through his hair, rocking her hips against his mouth, palming his head again to encourage his enthusiastic attention.

"God yes."

Tony puts both her thighs over his shoulders, feasting on her as if she's his last meal, and Angela's heart is an ant's hair away from exploding in its cage.

Minutes later her back snaps off the bed and he can feel her walls spasming around his fingers before he pulls away to watch. At some point, she ditched the towel, and her hair now lays spread out like an angel beneath her.

There is a deep flush that covers her from head to toe, her mouth is agape, her eyes closed, her nipples are peaked and she's breathing as if she's run a marathon her legs weren't invited to.

When she comes back to herself, the white of her teeth and dimples are on full display.

"Wow," she manages before laughing. "That was –

"— What you should've been gettin' all along," Tony interrupts, standing to remove his shoes and the rest of his clothes. "But I'm more than happy to be the last one to give it to ya."

"Well," she begins with a smile, seeing him completely naked for the first time. "You did say that if we ever got to this point, you'd want me to remember."

"And you will."

"I have no doubts about that," Angela assures him, trailing her eyes over his body. "But what other memorable things do you have in mind?"

He returns to the juncture of her thighs, kissing his way up her stomach until reaching her lips again. Tony rubs himself against the wetness of her folds, coating himself in her essence as he meets her eyes.

"I love you, Angela."

"I love you too, Tony," she asserts. "So much. And I wish we wouldn't have waited this long but I'm more than ready."

"I can tell."

He rests his forehead against hers as she wraps a hand around his shaft, guiding him inside her for the first time.

Tony moves slowly at first, undulating his hips until he finds a rhythm they both enjoy. He plants a subtle bite on her neck before suckling longer, marking her. Angela's hands roam the expanse of his sinewy back and grips his firm ass, seemingly her favorite attribute to hold onto.

Minutes later, she surprises him by rolling them until she's the one on top.

"I want our first time to be memorable for you too," Angela says, riding him at a faster pace as he grips her thighs and sits up, getting chest to chest. "And it will be."

"It already is," he says, grinning as she throws her arms around his neck.

Tony's thumb finds her clit and starts rubbing quick circles as she rolls her hips faster and faster until, her entire body tenses, she buries her face in his neck and screams. He waits until she comes down, then gets her beneath him. After three more deep strokes, he grunts his release.

"Remind me why haven't done that before now?" Tony asks, trying to catch his breath.

"We were both scared to ruin our friendship," she answers. "Turns out, we were worried over nothing," she continues before disappearing into the bathroom to clean up as he slips back into his boxers.

Moments later Tony hears a flush before she returns, grabbing his shirt from the floor and putting it on.

"Aye oh, you look way better in that than I did."

Even after what they've just done, she still manages to blush.

"Thank you."

"And…despite how bone-headed it was to wait," he begins. "I'm glad we did."

"Why?" She asks, joining him back in bed.

"I had some growin' to do, Angela," he admits. "We had the kids to think about and I wanted to be able to offer you more than just a dust-free house and a great reason to change your sheets more often."

She laughs as she curls up next to him, running her warm toes up and down his shin.

"It took less than a year for you to become more than just the housekeeper to me, Tony," she confesses. "And before anybody knew it, we formed our own little unconventional family. But I get how it would've looked sneaking into one another's bedrooms…fun though it may have been."

"Not for nothin', Angela," he begins, smirking. "But you would've been too loud to be sneaky."

She playfully punches him in the ribs.

"Ow," he says, feigning hurt. "So oh, when did you know it was…love?"

"I suspected when you had to have your appendix out," she starts. "I was…more worried than an employer should've been about her employee," she admits. "But I knew for sure when Frankie came along," Angela reveals. "I thought I was going to lose you and I was about to confess how I felt but then –"

"—I turned her down," he concludes.

"Yeah," she says. "So uh, when did you know?"

"Well, I had inklings after Thanksgiving at the Rosini's," he tells her. "I thought I wanted everything I had with Marie but then I started comparing the women I met to you."

"Inklings huh?" She jabs. "You had it bad, Micelli."

He kisses her passionately, proving her point.

"Still do."

Mona walks in the kitchen door to find Jonathan sitting at the table eating a bowl of cereal.

"Morning, Bub," she says. "Guess we're fending for ourselves these days."

"Until mom finds another highly recommended nightmare of a housekeeper from the agency," he tells her. "Maybe the next one won't be so –

"—Quick to kill us with high cholesterol? I doubt it."

Sam comes in, excited.

"Hey, guys. Where's dad?" She asks, pulling orange juice from the fridge.

"In the land of tractor pulls and the Piggly Wiggly the last time we checked," Mona answers.

"No way," Sam asserts. "After they gave him his 'outstanding new teacher of the year' plaque, he quit his job and said he was getting on the first plane back here."

"What?" Mona nearly yells.

"Yeah," Sam tells them. "He said letting Angela go without a fight was the biggest mistake he's ever made and that he was gonna fix things no matter what it took."

Both women's eyes fall on Johnathan.

"I guess Tony could be here," he points out. "But he's usually up by now and I didn't hear any rumblings from his room after I got in last night."

"Maybe he's not in his room," says Mona with a mischievous grin.

All three look at each other with a mix of horror (on Jonathan's part) surprise and excitement before Sam leads the charge through the living room and up the stairs.

Mona knocks but doesn't wait to be welcomed.

They walk in to see Angela wearing a white button-down, curled up next to a shirtless Tony, lying against his chest with his arm around her.

"Good morning, Dad," Sam sing-songs.

"Morning, Sam," Tony responds in a gravelly voice.

"Morning, Mom."

"Yeah, morning Angela."

"Morning, Jonathan," she says without opening her eyes. "Morning, Mother."

Tony is the first to focus on the fact that they have an audience before running his fingers through Angela's hair, waking her fully.

"We have visitors," he points out, putting a small amount of distance between them.

"What are you all doing here?" She asks, joining him in sitting against the headboard.

"I came here to see if Dad convinced you to take him back," Sam says, crossing her arms over her chest.

"I live here," Jonathan answers.

"I came for breakfast," Mona says. "And to my surprise, the free show," she adds. "Nice hickey by the way," she continues with her trademark smirk.

Mona picks up Tony's pants and holds them up for everyone to see.

"You gonna tell us it isn't what it looks like?" She asks. "Again?"

Tony and Angela look at each other and smile.

"No, Mother," she admits. "We're not gonna tell you that."

"It's about damn time," Mona says.

"Ew, yuck," Jonathan follows up with.

"Mrs. Rosini will be so happy," Sam asserts.

"Can we get some privacy now please?" Tony asks.

"Happily," Jonathan says walking away. "I hope my breakfast stays down."

"I still want pancakes," Mona says as Sam pulls her from the room.

"That wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be," Angela comments. "Especially from mother."

Suddenly, Mona sticks her head back in the door.

"Don't bask in the afterglow too long kids, I'm hungry."

"Get out!" Angela and Tony yell in unison.

"I'm goin', I'm goin'."

"Spoke too soon," Tony tells her once Mona's gone.

"For once I'd like to be awakened by a beautiful sunrise from a place overlooking the beach."

"With one call to room service for a little breakfast in bed?"

"Now you're talking," Angela tells him, pulling away to start getting ready. "I can't wait for the honeymoon," she says. "I mean if—if you still want to—

"—Of course, I still wanna marry you," he asserts, meeting her at the foot of the bed, and putting his arms around her. "And we'll go wherever you want for our honeymoon."

"Really?"

"Of course," he says, smiling. "After all, you're the boss."