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.
Warning: Some adult content. Not much, but some.
Soft lights and warmth enveloped Remington Steele's apartment. A roaring blaze was barely contained within the small fireplace. Remington lounged on the living room carpet as Laura sat inches away, separated by a mound of Bedside Babes adult magazines. They alternately lobbed the pornographic magazines into the flames and watched as they were instantly consumed and reduced to charred ashes. Remington knew the clean up would be horrific but he'd face that loathsome task on the morrow.
The last few days had been a non-stop source of embarrassment for Laura and a hidden delight for Remington; except for his initial reaction at seeing his partner and love interest displayed, in all her glory between the pages of a licentious magazine. When Remington determined Laura's innocence in the Venehoff fiasco he sought retribution for the emotional turmoil he'd suffered. The whole affair had thrown his icy calm demeanor out of sync so he was certain Laura's calmness at the situation was only a ruse. Remington was sure Laura was moritified down to her shoes but still she carried on as if it were a normal case. Her actions had bothered him and he knew it was because Laura hadn't been honest with him about her feelings and her association with Venehoff.
Because of her lack of forthrightness Remington had taken great delight in making the situation more distressing for her. He'd never imagined teasing Laura could be such fun. Remington made not so subtle innuendoes whenever he could, spouted metaphors and endless one-liners all designed to attain the same result; turn Laura's complexion an even lighter shade of red!
Laura looked up and saw it again. The smirk that had become a permanent fixture on Remington's face. He'd pulled out all the stops in his ribbing of her over her "centerfold." She was sure he'd drag on as long as he could, if she let him. The moment she'd found out Laura had wanted to tell him everything but she was too embarrassed. She knew he wouldn't take it well if she kept him in the dark but she just couldn't bring herself to explain what Venehoff had done and why he'd had her picture in the first place. They'd tried to purchase every Bedside Babe in a 50-mile radius of L.A., but Laura knew there was no way they could buy every issue before some man ogled "Luscious Laura" on page 53. Accepting that some things were beyond her control was a bitter, bitter pill for Laura to swallow.
"Daydreaming again Laura? I know it must be hard for you to cope with all the attention you'll be receiving from your sudden rise to fame. Then again I'm sure there will be many of your adoring fans out there who'll be feeling a rise of their own," Remington chuckled.
She studied Remington's face for a moment. She may not be able to erase her face from the pages of a porno magazine but she was determined to wipe that look off her partner's face. With decisiveness Laura threw one more magazine into the fire and in one fluid motion propelled herself on top of Remington, knocked him flat on his back and kissed him speechless. It took three seconds for Remington to recover the breath that Laura had pounded from his lungs, but he was slower at recovering from the sensations running through him as Laura straddled his midsection. She'd never, ever been this forward and he was more than taken aback by her sudden boldness. His arms wound around her middle, holding her tightly against him as he fought the urge to turn her over and take the lead. This was Laura's moment, she'd started it and he'd be damned if he'd do anything to end it!
After a few minutes of intense oral explorations Remington was aware of two things: Laura wasn't stopping her onslaught and pretty soon he wouldn't be able to either. He wasn't sure of her intent so he decided to find out what the limits were before things went past the point of no return. With supreme effort he pulled Laura up a few inches to break their kiss. Slowly Laura's eyes cleared and she smiled seductively at him while sitting back further on his middle. Remington groaned slightly as her hips settled further against his groin.
"Wondering if I bit off more than I was willing to chew?" Laura asked boldly.
"Well the thought had crossed my mind so I figured clarification was in order." Remington smiled. "Not that I mind in the least being knocked down, mounted and soundly kissed by you...I'm just at a loss to what brought it on,"
"Well initially I was driven by an uncontrollable urge to wipe that smug look off your face," Laura admitted.
"And now?" Remington said deeply as he stroked her back.
Laura felt the growing heat their bodies were generating and felt her mouth go dry.
"Well now I..."
The doorbell chimed, effectively cutting off Laura's sentence. Remington turned toward the door and glared at it with enough ire to melt if off its hinges.
"I hope whoever it is has medical insurance," Remington said with annoyance.
He strided to the door and wrenched it open. The look he wore caused the delivery man to instinctively back up a few steps. Remington saw the man holding the dinner he'd ordered and immediately looked contrite.
"Sorry old chap. Kids playing with the buzzer and all," Remington smiled as he fished in his back pocket for his wallet.
"Uh yeah sure," The delivery man said warily.
He refused to move any closer so his arms were hyper extended as he held out the box of food in front of him. Remington hid a smile at the man's precarious position and took the box as he handed the man the money and a more than generous tip.
"Thanks pal," The man said from over his shoulder as he all but ran for the elevator.
Remington stepped back in and closed the door with his foot. He noted Laura was standing by the couch with a hand over her mouth. He smiled in reaction to her none too subtle attempt to keep from laughing.
"Dinner Miss Holt?" Remington said as headed for the kitchen.
"Absolutely. I could eat a horse," Laura said following behind him.
"Well I'm fresh out of horses so I hope seafood linguine and fried calamari will do."
Dinner commenced and both were relieved that the conversation flowed without any awkward moments. Neither one made mention of their recently closed case or the impromptu romp on the living room floor. Remington recounted past adventures he'd had while living in Europe that had Laura laughing so hard her sides hurt. She'd never thought his past was entirely filled with jewel heists and criminal activity and she listened with avid interest. After dinner Laura helped Remington clear the dishes from the table. The two worked in concert while they cleaned up and put away the leftover food. Laura piled her arms up with containers and headed to the refrigerator while Remington hand washed their wine glasses.
"You sure you don't need help?" Remington said with an arched eyebrow.
"Nope. I've got it," Laura said as she put the food in the refrigerator and closed the door.
Oh damn," Laura muttered as she looked down at the stain over her right breast.
Eyeing the spot of cream sauce on her shirt Remington reached in to a cabinet and pulled out a non-descript bottle.
"Not to worry I've got just the thing," Remington said quickly.
He dampened a white cloth with the cleaning solution and blottled Laura's shirt with quick efficient motions. Laura watched as Remington attacked the stain with the same exuberance he used when wiping off his countertops. Somewhere between the 4th or 5th pass of the small towel Laura grabbed his hand. The sensations he caused were driving her to distraction.
"If you rub any harder I think the fabric on my shirt will unravel." Laura said in what she hoped was her normal voice.
"Hmm? Oh, sorry about that," Remington said as he looked down at Laura's wet shirt and frowned.
His hand was almost covering Laura's whole breast. He swallowed hard and slowly removed the cloth and placed it on the counter.
"I guess I got a bit carried away eh?" Remington said in an attempt at levity he wasn't feeling.
The air was suddenly dry and heavy with tension. Laura's stomach was cramping with what she was sure was nervousness. She couldn't look in to his eyes, not yet. She watched his hand come back up and gently stroke her damp shirt. Laura felt as if she were watching the scene play out on television. With none too steady fingers Remington traced the outline of Laura's bra through her shirt and gently ran his thumb over her nipple and back again. Laura had been breathing raggedly up until that point but then her breathing stopped altogether. Her hand came up and grasped Remington's arm to steady herself. Laura wondered at her reaction to his touch. If her body felt like she was burning to a cinder now after a few minutes of intimate touches, what the hell would it feel like later when things REALLY got going?
Sometime during her conversation with herself Remington had begun unbuttoning her top. Laura gave him her undivided attention as she watched his hand moving lower and lower. When he'd finished his task he placed both hands on Laura's shoulders and paused.
The lull in movement caused Laura to immediately look up at his face in question. She bit her lip to keep herself from gasping aloud at the raw desire she saw in his eyes.
"Ah there you are. I just wanted to make sure I had your full attention," Remington said with mirth.
"How could you doubt it?" Laura said quickly.
Remington applied light pressure to her chin and tilted her head up to fully look into her face.
"And what about your permission. Do I have that too Laura?"
Laura hesitated for a few seconds. This was it! He was asking to make love to her. This was the moment they'd both been looking forward to and dreading. No more games and no more cold showers. The gloves, and everythingelse were coming off right now! Laura was scared too death but knew the proverbial bases were loaded and she had to step up to the plate. She had to tell him she wanted this as much as he wanted it. Still she stood speechless. That smirk. That damn smirk had set this ball in motion and now she would have to knock it out of the park.
Laura could feel the heat from his hands on her shoulders. They weren't exuding any pressure but she knew he was waiting, patiently but still waiting for her answer. With a smile that was of pure warmth, and invitation Laura leaned forward and kissed Remington with a new found calm and purpose. She felt his hands move to either side of her face and stroke her cheeks.
She slowly pulled away, slid her shirt off her shoulders and gave him what she hoped was her best come hither look and said, "batter up."