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Making up is Hard to do [ - ]
by busybee246
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 So I am a hopeless romantic. While watching Ms Mom today I picked up on a certain suggestion which well needed to be explored a little deeper.

Disclaimer: the standard jargon applies. I am a poor soul who owns nothing but her overactive imagination. No copyright infringement intended.

 Feedback is as always greatly appreciated.


 Making Up is Hard to do



Never had a shower felt so good. After three excruciating days taking care of the family Angela had been exhausted. But Tony had ushered her inside and ordered her to go and have a relaxing bubble bath while he took charge of everything else. And now she was feeling more like her usual self. Dressed in her favourite soft pink pyjama set, she decided to let her hair dry naturally instead of wasting energy blow-drying it. She would style it in the morning before work. Stepping into her fuzzy bunny slippers she decided that a little expedition to the kitchen in search of a late evening snack was on the agenda. She hadn’t actually eaten since breakfast. She was starving.


Entering the living room she stopped dead in her tracks. The lights were dimmed and a beautiful fire was blazing in the hearth. Soft jazz music wafted through the room. The air was laced with the faint spice of still warm chocolate chip cookies, causing her to take a deep intoxicating breath. The battle zone that had raged mere hours ago had magically disappeared and been replaced with an atmosphere of subtle intimacy.


“Hi there stranger, I was starting to worry that you’d been sucked down the drainpipe.” Tony’s deep voice warmed her to the core as he entered the room carrying a bottle of wine and two glasses.


“What?” She dreamily asked still digesting the miracle surrounding her.


“Billy is sound asleep, Jonathon finishing his homework and will be off to bed directly after, Mona just left on a date and Sam is hopefully studying in her dorm room.”


“You got Billy to sleep?” she asked as she sank onto one of the plush chairs facing the fire.


“Yep- he had a bath too.” Tony showed her the bottle before he started uncorking it. “Red ok?”


“You are the most amazing man.” He caught her eye and time came to an abrupt stop as she lost herself in the intensity of the moment.


“Thank you.” He mouthed.


“What’s all this?” She gestured around her breaking the moment in a desperate attempt at creating some much needed distance. The situation had grow to be too powerful as she felt herself being pulled towards him; a deep tug that she fought to resist with all her strength.
Lately remaining detached from Tony had become an almost impossible task. She had to continually remind herself that they were employer and employee. That she had been burnt one time too many. She had neither the desire no the intension of falling back into the comfortable but fragile relationship they had before Kathleen and Andy had walked into their lives. She wanted change. Open change. Strong and stable and wonderful. But it needed to come from him.


“Well, since we’ve had a pretty rough week I thought we should take Mona’s advice.” He poured some of the burgundy liquid into a glass, swirling it around before taking a sip.


“Mother’s advice?” she asked as she watched him decide the wine was good and pour it into the two glasses waiting for them.


“Yeah. Making up can be hard to do. So you know… her suggestion sounded like something we needed… A blazing fire… a good bottle of wine… a few minutes relaxing with some us time.” His voice had an ever so slight quiver to it. It was so minor that only she could detect it. He might try, but after so many years of friendship there was very little he could hide from her. He was nervous.


“Us time?” Her heart jumped at the thought. Her mind was reeling with reasons why this was not a good idea.


“Are you going to repeat everything I say tonight?” He handed her a glass.


“No. I’m sorry. It’s such a lovely idea. Thank you. You have no idea how much I need this.” She gazed into the fire. She knew he was watching her.


“Yes I do.” He lightly ran a finger down her cheek and neck, his hand coming to rest on her shoulder. He gave it a slight squeeze. She flinched, still stiff from the week’s tension. Moving to stand behind her chair he started to gently massage the kinks out of her neck and shoulder. She sighed as her mind began to loose the battle raging within her and all feeling for time and space vanished. Her world consisted of Tony.

The movements stilled but his hands remained resting on her shoulders. In an impulsive moment he laid his cheek against the top of her head. Fiery warmth spread through her.


His voice came from far away “You hungry? I made us a bit of late supper. You missed dinner.”


“Starved.” She managed to whisper, her voice straining with effort.


“Good.” He placed a chaste kiss in her hair and disappeared into the kitchen.


At one point during the evening they had slipped to the floor. Now they sat there on the rug with their backs propped against the chairs, seemingly fascinated with the dancing orange flames. Their legs were stretched out sided by side, the warmth of the fire tickling their toes. Supper was long gone. The bottle of wine two thirds empty. She had never known anyone with whom she could just sit and not say anything and have it mean so much. He reached over and placed his hand over hers.


“Tony.” she began slowly.


“We’ll work it out. We have time” He sounded sure and reassuring, his hand gently squeezing hers. His answer however wasn’t enough for her.


“How?” she turned to face him, pulling her legs up and wrapping her arms around them.


Tony drew a deep breath and positioned himself so they were face to face. He crossed his legs. Running his hands through his hair he looked thoughtful.

“Perhaps we need to consider sharing the load differently. It doesn’t have to be all or nothing. With us both working, well, we’ll have to schedule accordingly and divide the chores. We’ll find a way.”


“We’ll find a way?” The room had started to spin. She wondered whether it was the wine or the exhaustion or the heat of the fire. She wondered if she heard him correctly. She wondered if had heard himself.


“Yeah- we just need some…”


“Did you actually hear what you just said?” she cut him off.


“What? You don’t think so?” He looked at her in confusion.




His eyes widened as he realized his mistake. “I meant… I didn’t mean it the way it sounded.”


“Yes you did.” She was too tired to hide behind a lie. Tomorrow, in the harsh light of reality they could hide behind a tangle of half-hearted untruths and excuses. But tonight she wanted honesty. It didn’t have to make sense. It didn’t have to be complete. She just wanted it to be.


“Ang.” Her name was a prayer on his lips.


“It’s ok. We’re ok.” She studied him. No matter how much time past, she never tired of studying the features of his face.


“It’s late.”


“Yeah” she rested her head on her knees.


“Time for bed?” Getting up he held out a hand to help her up. She swayed slightly and he wrapped his arms around her to steady her.


“Help me up the stairs?” she leaned into him closing her eyes and breathing in his familiar scent.


“Too much wine?” He chuckled as he scooped her up.


“Mmmh” She wrapped her arm around him and rested her head in the crook of his shoulder. She knew she shouldn’t be doing this. She was playing with fire. But sitting there together tonight had changed her. The wall she had carefully built after Kathleen had entered their lives had come crashing down and for the first time in months she remembered what she was waiting for. Nothing made sense. And everything made sense.


He carefully deposited her onto her feet in front of her bedroom door. Leaning forward he placed his lips against her cheek. His touch was as soft as silk. Full of hope and promise. And then it was over. He smiled at her and headed towards his own room.

She watched him go. His hand on the doorknob he stopped and spoke.


“Ang, I’m glad…”


“Me too.”








Mona carefully shut the door behind her. It was well after three am, the house quiet and everyone was safely tucked up in bed. She had just spent a wonderful evening on the town and was now dreaming up ways to ditch work tomorrow. Walking through the living room she stopped to take in the scene before her. Embers from the dying fire were still smouldering dusky red. An almost empty bottle of red wine and two glasses were left on the floor next to a plate of cookie crumbs and a pair of fluffy bunny slippers. Smiling to herself she fondly remembered nights long past as she continued her journey home.