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.
Be Warned - Contains Adult Content!!
Remington deepened the kiss he and Laura shared and she immediately responded. It seemed such a long time since he'd held her in his arms, she reveled in the memories the kiss invoked. Remington expelled his breath suddenly and Laura stiffened. She remembered his wound and pulled back.
"I'm sorry," Remington said breathlessly.
"Don't be, I almost forgot about your chest, are you alright?" Laura said softly.
"My chest is throbbing and that isn't the only thing that is," Remington grinned broadly.
"Oh you!" Laura blushed. "You are wicked,"
"Presumably that's why you love me," Remington said laughing.
He sobered as soon as the words slipped past his lips. He eyed Laura intensely for a reaction. Laura's gaze was somewhere around the level of his chest. He tilted her face up with his fingers so that her gaze was directed on his face. She smiled warmly and Remington saw that his declaration hadn't scared the hell out of her, not completely.
"This is still new to me," Laura said hesitantly.
"To me as well, it still sounds foreign to my lips. But doubt it not Laura, those words have been inside me for years," Remington clarified.
"I know. Me too. I've practiced them so often while in the shower I should be a pro by now," Laura laughed.
"Well if you'd feel more comfortable, I'd be happy to shower with you and you can tell me how you feel," Remington leered.
"I don't think so Mr. Steele, you aren't supposed to get those bandages wet," Laura cautioned. "Besides, I don't think I'll ever withhold that important affirmation from you again; Life is too precious to waste time," Laura reasoned.
Laura leaned closer to him and eyed him warmly. "I love you Mr. Steele," Laura said slowly.
"And I you Miss Holt. There now was that so painful?" Remington said grinning.
"Nothing was or ever will be as painful as seeing you get shot and lying in a pool of your own blood," Laura said vehemently.
"Hey, let's not talk about that right now ok? We can be morbid later," Remington said stifling a yawn.
"I think we should talk about everything later, you need to get some rest," Laura said standing.
"Holler if you need me ok?" Laura said kissing him and taking her leave.
Remington agreed and watched her leave the room before he settled himself against the pillow and allowed himself to sleep. A few hours later Laura was setting the table for dinner. She hadn't heard anything from Remingtin since she left him. She decided to go check on him. Laura went upstairs and sat down on the bed. Remington was apparently still asleep but his cheeks were tinged red. Laura felt his cheeks and pulled back as if she'd been burned. She felt him again, he was burning up. Laura jumped up from the bed and ran to the table to get her purse. She opened it and fished through until she found the card Remington's doctor had given her. She dialed the number and waited. It rang several times before someone picked up. It was an answering service. Laura left a message asking the doctor to call her immediately because Remington had developed a fever. She hung up and went straight for the bathroom. She dowsed a washcloth with cold water and went back to the bed. She wiped Remington's hot face with the cloth before placing it on his forehead. He was still asleep but he had started moving restlessly. Laura cursed herself for not checking on him earlier. When the phone rang Laura bolted from the bed to answer it. She breathed an audible sigh of relief when she heard the doctor on the other end. She informed him of Remington's apparent fever and asked if she should get him to the hospital. The doctor told her to find a thermometer so she could get an accurate reading and give him an over the counter drug to try bringing the fever down.
"Shouldn't I bring him in?" Laura asked nervously.
"That may not be necessary Miss Holt. This could be something minor. You mentioned before he doesn't have any allergies that you know of right?"
"Not that I'm aware of doctor," Laura replied.
"What about food? Is there something he ate today that he could have been allergic to or was tainted?"
"I don't think so, but I can't be certain," Laura answered.
"How do you feel Miss Holt?" he asked.
"We both ate the same things and so far I feel just fine doctor," Laura answered.
"Well let's try to get his fever down using a normal fever reducer. I want you to try that tonight and if his temperature gets above 105 degrees bring him in immediately," he replied.
Laura thanked him and hung up. She turned and looked at Remington. He was moaning something that wasn't coherent but still asleep. Laura quickly went downstairs, put her dinner away, got a bowl with ice cubes and a glass and returned to the bedroom. She filled the bowl with water, found a thermometer and got some advil from her travel bag. She bathed Remington's face in cold water hoping it would rouse him so she could to take his temperature and give him the advil. After a few minutes Remington came to long enough for her to give him the pills and take his temperature. He collapsed back on the pillow while Laura read the thermometer. His fever was at 103 degrees. Laura sat by his bed and continued to watch him. Laura waited almost an hour before she took his temperature again. He wasn't awake so it was more difficult this time. Laura looked at the numbers and bit her lower lip, it was 104. She put the cold washcloth on his forehead and headed for the bathroom. She found some rubbing alcohol and put that in the water and sponged him down. Laura decided to take a break when her fingers starting getting numb with cold. She stood up and stretched her aching body, looked at her watch and grimaced, it was after 9pm.
Laura quickly changed into her nightgown and brushed her hair and teeth. She checked on Remington, he was sleeping peacefully for the moment so she turned the lights out and laid down on the chaise lounge. She couldn't believe this was happening. It was bad enough he'd gotten shot, now a fever of unknown origin had complicated his recovery. Laura sent a silent prayer heavenward that Remington would be alright. When Laura felt herself sliding in to sleep she welcomed it. Laura was brought abruptly out of her slumber by a moan. She sat up and looked at the clock, it was two in the morning. Laura got up and went to sit by Remington. She felt his head, it was warm but nowhere near as bad as it was earlier. She wrung the washcloth out and wiped his face. He moaned and instinctively she soothed him.
"Shhh, it's alright Remington, I'm here. I'm not going anywhere," Laura whispered.
Remington was restless and continued moaning something but Laura couldn't make out what he was saying. She continued murmuring words of endearment as she stroked his damp hair. She leaned in and kissed him on his cheek. As she sat back she was suddenly grasped around the arms and pulled forward. Laura gasped and looked down at Remington, his eyes were open but they were glazed over.
"Where are you going?" He asked hoarsly.
"I'm..I'm not going anywhere, I told you I wouldn't leave you," Laura said softly.
"Don't leave, not tonight, not ever," Remington said as he pulled her into a tight embrace.
His lips covered hers and Laura felt the heat from his body seep through her thin nightgown. His mouth was warm and demanding. Laura tried to pull back but his arms moved to hold her head and body firmly against him.
"Sweet; you taste amazing. I can't seem to get enough of you," he stared at her.
His eyes were bright and feverish. Laura wasn't sure if he was fully cognizant of his actions. His next words confirmed it.
"You're a witch Laura. You taunt me by day and haunt me at night. You've cast your spell and I can't seem to pull away. Tell me you love me, I want to hear the words; I need to hear them," he moaned.
"I love you Remington, I always have," Laura assured him.
He ran his hands up and down her arms. She closed her eyes intuitively.
"Tell me you want me Laura, like I want you. You're everywhere I look, I can't escape you, not even in my dreams. In my dreams, that seems to be the only place I can have you. The only place you won't run from me Laura," he said hotly, running his hands over her body. He pulled her down against him. He roamed his hands over her backside and seared her mouth with fervent kisses. They were like no kisses he'd ever given her before, they were hot, wet and completely unyielding.
Dear God he was dreaming! He wasn't even awake and he was evoking feelings in her that were so intense Laura thought she'd burn to a cinder! She listened to him and heard the desperation in his voice. How many times had she dreamt of him, dreamt there were no barriers, nothing stopping them from the passion she knew they felt for each other. Laura heard him moan her name and she opened her eyes to look at him. The look he gave her rattled her to the tips of her toes. His eyes were still glazed but the hue had changed to a deep blue, dark and penetrating. In that moment she saw it all, his unadulterated love and desire.
"God you're beautiful and you're all mine! Come to me Laura, now!" Remington said burying his face in her hair.
He leaned up and she eased him back down. Dream or no dream she didn't want him hurting himself. Laura felt Remington's hands on her hips and before she could bat an eyelash he had pulled her up to straddle him. Laura felt her nightgown riding up and the heat emanating from Remington's body. His desire for her more than evident as he held her firmly against him. Laura found herself in a strange perdicament; she was caught up in a wave of passion and was pulled so taunt with wanting she thought she'd snap in two. Her sensible side told her to pull herself away from him immediately before it was too late. He was caught up in a dreamworld where he was determined to make love to her. Laura knew he was in another place and wouldn't remember any of this. She should pretend it never happened and stop it now before they went too far. Her reckless side told her to stop listening to her sensible side immediately! She and Remington were bound to make love, they'd just declared their love, it was inevitable now. She shouldn't deny him or herself anymore. She should let it happen and have no regrets. Everyone's first time sleeping with someone is awkward, why not get it out of the way now without recriminations? Her mind told her. She looked down at him again and faltered. He won't even remember this! Her sensible side screamed. So remind him! Her reckless side said. Laura made up her mind.
"I love you, Remington Steele. God you have no idea how much," she whispered tearfully.
She didn't know if he heard her or not and didn't care as she leaned down and kissed him firmly. She heard him moan and repeat her name. She was lost then, caught up in the tempest of their desire and she submitted fully and completely. She felt Remington pulling at her nightgown so she removed it. His hands splayed over her body like a sculptor with a new mound of clay. Laura moaned at his expert ministrations and moved closer to allow him better access. Remington found her breasts and gave them all his attention. His fingers and his mouth sought her out again and again as he licked and kissed her sensitive flesh. She arched her back and expelled a breath she hadn't known she was holding. The feelings he caused her flooded her senses and she felt a slow, warm building within her. She'd dreamt about him doing these very things to her but now that it was an actual fact, her body screamed with joy and welcome as it moved slowly against his. Laura felt him bulging against her warmth. She reached down and took him in her hands. Remington gasped and his eyes rolled and then closed.
"My little witch lays me prostrate with the lightest touch," he said thickly.
Laura's curiosity about him got the better of her and she went about exploring his body. She loved the feel of him and sought to give him as much pleasure as he was giving her. Remington began moving restlessly under her as she kissed and caressed his body. Laura's body was screaming for release but she didn't want to rush these glorious feelings she was finally having with him. Remington must have been of the same mind because he pulled her to him and firmly positioned himself against her. He applied steady pressure and Laura was more than ready to accomodate him. When he finally entered Laura, the feelings were so intense she grabbed hold of him to keep from falling backwards off the bed. The illusions she'd had of them making love were so far from the actual thing she didn't even bother recalling them.
Remington's pace began slowly as he adjusted himself to the tight fit of her body. When her body obliged him fully his body naturally picked up the pace. Laura found his groove and matched it effortlessly. She was holding him tightly as he thrust into her repeatedly. She could feel her muscles tightening and her passion building. She writhed above him as she edged closer to her release. Laura's body switched into overdrive as her inner core exploded. Remington gripped her hips and kept her perched on oblivion. She cried out over and over as wave after wave washed over her tense body. Remington shifted suddenly turning her over and coming above her. Concern for him shook her as she tried to stop him, but it was pointless. He came into her with decisive force and Laura grabbed his shoulders and clasp her legs around his waist in an effort to steady herself. A few minutes later Laura felt the tension building in her again. She felt her hold on his back tighten and her breathing quicken. Remington moved with determination and Laura could feel his body tensing with hers. He pushed them both over the edge and Laura's cries of passion were mingled with his as the world burst forth in blinding colors before them. Remington shuddered a final time and collapsed against Laura. She pivoted and pushed until he rolled over on his back. His breath was raspy as he pulled her against him. She relaxed and felt sleep beckoning. Sighing loudly, Laura answered its call.
To Be Continued...