An Annulled Annulment

Mr. and Mrs.

The short flight from North Carolina to Manhattan was just long enough for Tony and Angela to catch up on some sleep they missed the previous night. Arriving at JFK, they quickly made their way to the train and headed back towards Connecticut, back home.

Still uncertain as to whether they were going tell the family of their new relationship and of their not so annulled annulment, Tony and Angela enjoyed the last few minutes alone before facing the family and their uncertain future, not to mention the hefty tax bill they would now be faced with since it was the IRS's probing that led them to discover they were married by common law marriage.

Arriving back home around a quarter to six, they were surprised to find the house quiet and what appeared to be empty. Calling out to Jonathan, Billy and Mona, Tony and Angela shrugged their shoulders, each a quizative look on their face, Angela sighed in relief, "I guess we're alone!"

"I guess we are," Tony looked at Angela, both clearly uncertain as to what to say or do next.

Clearing her throat, Angela suggested, "Perhaps we should go upstairs and unpack?" A seductive yet uncertain tone in her voice.

Catching her eye, Tony shock his head in agreement, "Perhaps we should."

Climbing the steps, Angela's free hand maneuvered its way behind her, catching hold of Tony's as she looked over her shoulder at him and smiled. The nerves and anticipation of their return home was monetarily eased as they found themselves alone once again. Reaching the hallway landing between their rooms, Tony dropped his bag and flipped Angela around into his embrace.

Surprised, Angela let out a soft yelp as their eyes met and Tony whispered, "Not sure when the next time I can do this will be so I wanted to take advantage of the moment while I could." His soft, dark eyes glowing with affection.

"I'm glad you did," she sighed, landing her lips upon his for passionate, lingering kiss.

Lost in each other's arms, they finally came up for air, "Tony," she whispered, still catching his lips with soft kisses, "Tony," she repeated.

"Uh hu?" He moaned, his lips still attached to hers, his hands exploring her back side.

"Tony, we better stop before we can't stop," she whined, melting into his arms.

Straightening himself up quickly, he cleared his throat, "Yes, yes your right, I'm sorry, I, I just got caught away in the moment."

"And what a moment," she gushed, "I like moments like this, and I hope we have a million more like it, if not better, but I think we need to finish discussing what we're going to do about our arrangement and how we're going to tell the family."

"Yes, we do! Okay, let's put our stuff up and meet downstairs, I think we're safer down there." He smirked.

"Yes, downstairs is much safer," her eyes scanning him top to bottom, "Meet you in fifteen?"

His voice, an octave higher, "Ya, ya, fifteen!"

Quickly changing and discarding his overnight bag's contents, Tony descended the stairs and headed to the kitchen to make a quick scan of the refrigerator in order to decide whether he should cook them something or go out to eat.

Hearing Angela call to him as she made her way back down to the living room, Tony opted to forgo any ideas for dinner until they decided on their next steps and tried to figure out where the rest of the family had disappeared to.

Reentering the living, Tony smiled as he caught sight of Angela who had changed out of her business, travel attire into a pair of tight, form fitting jeans, an oversized sweatshirt and her hair up in a messy bun,