This story is intended for amusement purposes only. This story is not meant to infringe on the names of Remington Steele, Laura Holt or anything that would cause MTM productions or anybody else to sue me. This story is the property of Lisa Watson ã 2001.
Remington felt a cool breeze blow over him and slowly opened his eyes. The light blinded him for a few seconds before he grew accustomed to it. Staring at the ceiling, he tried to clear his head. He tried to sit up suddenly, and felt his eyes cross with the pain that shot up his chest. Expelling his breath slowly, Remington willed the pain to dissipate. After a few minutes he tried again, this time rolling on his side before raising his upper body. Gingerly, he swung his legs over the side of the bed. His mind was a jumble and his body was threatening to go on strike.
He felt as if he'd just bungy jumped off a building with no restraining cord. His muscles were shrieking their discontent and his mouth felt like he'd slept with cotton in it. All night. A few minutes later, his stomach chimed in with its demands. Remington's back was on fire and he grimaced at the pain. What the hell happened? He wondered to himself. Looking over, he saw the imprint of Laura's head on the other pillow. Suddenly, his mind conjured up images, playing them back for him in great detail. He'd had the most incredible dream last night; he'd made love to Laura like he'd never done before. It felt so incredible, he'd begged himself not to wake up and end the erotic dream. Abrubtly he stopped and stared at the bed. Realization dawned slow and deliberate as he looked again at the bed and then back down at his body. "Oh dear God," he croaked.
Laura was slicing a cantaloupe when she sensed Remington's presence. She turned around and warmly, but shyly, smiled at him. He looked like he'd road to Hell, but walked back. Laura took in the pale complexion, the dark circles under his eyes and his grim expression. Immediately, she suggested he sit down before he fell down. Picking up the breakfast tray, Laura motioned for him to follow her out to the deck. Sitting the tray down, she pulled out a chair for him. Remington sat heavily in it and watched Laura sit down and pass him a plate. He looked down at the delectible food and his stomach did flips of gratitude, until he pushed the plate aside.
"What's wrong? Laura said confused. I thought you'd be famished."
"I am," he informed her. "But it can wait."
"Are you feeling better? Your fever is gone, I checked this morning. I'm so glad that nightmare is over; you wouldn't believe how worried I was, maybe we should have the doctor check..." Laura rambled.
"Laura...we need to talk," Remington interrupted.
She was about to take a bite of food, but the look on his face cautioned against it. She put her fork down and gave him her full attention. "About what?"
"You know very well what," Remington said pointedly. "About last night, about...what happened between us."
She stood up to put some distance between her and Remington's probing gaze.
"There's nothing to discuss..." she began.
"Like hell there isn't!" Remington stormed. "It may have been longer than I care to admit, but I know what a bed looks like the morning after lovemaking, Laura, and I sure as hell don't think I put these fingernail scratches on my back myself."
Laura remained silent as he walked, slowly towards her.
"It's obvious we made love, and I'd wager it was pretty far from nothing," he noted her defensive body language and felt his temper rise. "Laura, I swear if you act like you don't know what I'm talking about and deny all of this, I promise you I'll throttle you right here on this deck!"
She looked at him; his expression said he meant every word. She closed her eyes and tried to think of the best way to handle the situation. Lord if she would have thought about the morning after the night before, she wouldn't be in this uncomfortable position.
He ran an unsteady hand through his hair in an effort to calm himself. "Laura..I thought it was a dream. It seemed so bloody real, but I didn't know until this morning that it actually happened," he said in obvious distress.
Laura immediately turned away. She was struggling to compose herself. If he said it was a big mistake, she'd expire on the wooden floor below her.
"Why Laura?" Remington asked directly.
"Why?" Laura repeated.
"Did you give yourself to me?" He finished his question. "After all this time?"
"How could I not?" Laura said incredulously.
He looked horrified and immediately took another step toward her. He ran a hand up her arm and returned it to his side. "Laura, I am profoundly sorry to have caused you such..." he started.
"Don't!" Laura screeched. "If you say you are sorry we made love, I promise you I'll throttle you right here on this deck," she fumed.
"What!?" Remington was dumbfounded. "Woman, are you daft? Why in Heavens name would I be sorry about that? Laura, I have wanted to make love to you since two days after I met you," Remington clarified.
Laura looked utterly confused. "Then what were you going to apologize for?"
"Laura, I know what that bastard Ricardo did to you and would have done if given the chance. I can't recall if I displayed any forward behavior last night," Remington said, concern evident in his eyes. "I hope I didn't place you in a position you couldn't extricate yourself from."
"Of course you didn't," Laura reassured him. She explained how things had come about and also about her decision to let things progress between them.
"I hope you don't think me the forward one. After the last few weeks, I...I just couldn't pull away when you pulled me into your arms. You just kissed me and my clothes fell off," Laura said dreamily.
Remington laughed heartily at that and pulled her to him. They hugged and kissed passionately before Remington moved back to look at her.
"Well darling, is appears we've finally consummated this love of ours. Since I don't remember all that happened, how about we go upstairs and you can fill in the blanks?" Remington said with his signature lopsided grin.
Laura laughed and felt very giddy at his suggestion but she shook her head. "Oh no you don't Mr. Steele, you need to go lay down and actually get some rest. Besides, I have to go out for a while," Laura kissed him briefly.
"Very well then, but I expect you to be ready to jog my memory upon your return," he beamed.
"Absolutely Mr. Steele, I won't be gone long I promise," Laura said seductively.
"Mmmm," Remington sighed as he kissed her and headed upstairs.
Laura signed her name and followed the uniformed officer down a long corridor. He unlocked a door and stood aside as she entered. They walked a few feet before stopping in front of a row of cells. He nodded toward the cell in front of her then left. Laura looked at the woman standing behind the iron bars.
"What do you want?" Jennifer spat.
"I wanted to see you before you were extradicted to Los Angeles. Pity, your murder there took presidence over the one here," Laura said scathingly. "I would love to see you rot in a Caribbean jail."
"And I would love to see you dead," Jennifer seethed. "You ruined my life,"
"No, you ruined your life when you resorted to murder to solve your grievances. I was doing my job, nothing more."
"You self-righteous bitch! Well Miss Female Detective; I suggest you look over your shoulder from now on, because I'll be out one day and I will be sure to pick up where we left off," she sneered.
"I don't think so Jennifer, the law tends to frown on cold blooded killers, especially ones that are repeat offenders. You'll be lucky if you don't get a lifetime sentence or worse and I'll do my best to make sure parole is not an option," Laura said coldly.
"Go to hell," Jennifer said by way of dismissal.
"I warn you Jennifer, if you come near me or anyone I love ever again, I'll send you to hell myself," Laura told her before she turned around and left.
She heard Jennifer screaming obscenities but Laura refused to let them affect her. She was intent on returning to her villa and the man she loved.
Laura came in the door and walked straight up the stairs to the bedroom. Remington was in bed and sound asleep. Laura took off her shoes and quietly got into bed beside him. She laid there listening to his even breathing for a few minutes before falling into a comforting sleep.
Some time later, she awoke to a warm feeling on her right ear, then another one on her neck. She smiled sleepily as she opened her eyes and saw Remington looming over her. She felt him feather another kiss along her collar bone. She moved to give him better access.
"That's a delicious way to wake up, Mr. Steele," Laura stretched languidly.
"Well, I could hardly awaken to you
sleeping peacefully next to me, without seizing the opportunity," he whispered.
Remington's head dipped and he softly kissed Laura's sleep swollen lips. She
responded immediately and the kiss deepened. Laura's hands roamed over Remington's
shoulders and down his back as he feathered kisses over her face and neck.
Suddenly Remington stopped his physical onslaught and eyed Laura intently. "So where was it you had to go earlier?"
"I went to see Jennifer in prison. I wanted to make sure she understood the lay of the land; that I will use any means necessary to keep her in prison for the rest of her life, without parole. I swear if she even breathes in my or any of my loved ones direction, I'll kill her."
"I bet that went well," Remington said dryly.
"Just so long as she got the message, though I'd relish having to remind her," Laura said looking at Remington intently. "She almost cost me everything."
"Actually we should thank Jennifer for her intervention, it allowed us both to get off the dime and admit how we truly feel. I for one, am happy with the outcome," Remington said smiling.
"Was that before, or after you got shot?"
"Before. Definitely before. I could have done without the war wound thank you," Remington said leaning down to kiss Laura. "But I must say, there have been some rather nice fringe benefits."
Remington's body covered hers completely. He grinded himself against her for emphasis.
"Uh, I see your point or should I say feel it?" Laura breathed.
"Oh Laura, I love you when you're wicked. Now, if I remember correctly, we were supposed to be filling in the blanks?" Remington slid his hand down her shoulder and came to rest on her hip.
"Actually Mr. Steele, there's one blank I can't wait for you to fill," Laura replied before pulling his head down for a heated kiss.