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: Contains adult content.
Remington slowly released the breath he'd been holding hostage and relaxed his posture. He'd been rigid as steel while he'd awaited Laura's response. When she'd given it he thought he'd weep with pleasure. Laura noticed he still hadn't made a move towards her and wondered why he hesitated.
"Remington?" Laura asked uncertainly. Had he changed his mind?
"It's odd. Right now, I feel a lot like the kid that's been begging for his favorite treat forever and has just been given the keys to the candy store. It's like...now what." Remington replied.
Laura decided that if they stood their analyzing their predicament too much they would talk themselves right out of it. With more ease than she felt Laura closed the distance between them and put her hand on Remington's chest. He had discarded his jacket before dinner so Laura had less to remove. She unbuttoned his shirt and ran her hand up and down his chest. She had fantasized about running her fingers through the hair on his chest and now she reveled in the feeling. Remington recovered himself and eased his shirt off his shoulders. The shirt silently hit the floor joining Laura's on the cool tile. An active participant now, Remington pulled Laura closer and encircled her in his arms. Their lips met in a powerful embrace and the simmering embers of their passion began to blaze anew. Remington trailed kisses over Laura's face and down her neck. He gave special attention to the sensitive area at the top of Laura's neck that always made her tremble. He wasn't disappointed in her reaction and was rewarded with Laura's sigh of pleasure. In less than two seconds Remington had relieved Laura of her bra and made himself slow down to savor the moment.
"I'm torn between ripping your clothes off and taking my time to savor each item as it hits the floor." Remington said in a voice brimming with need.
"Me too." Laura thickly as she unbuttoned and slid Remington's pants off his lean body. Laura's eyes took in his silk boxer shorts and dark socks and she couldn't help but laugh.
"Is there something you see that is amusing? Remington said in mock indignation.
"It's just that you make quite a sight in just your boxers and socks." Laura giggled.
"I see. Well allow me to return the favor," Remington laughed as he removed Laura's pants. He eyed her in her panties and knee hi's and his chest started to shake with mirth.
"Well you look quite the picture yourself. I thought only little old ladies wore those things." Remington said pointing to her legs.
"I bet you'll be thanking me when I use them to tie you to your bed," Laura said as she bent down and slowly pulled the stockings off her legs.
When she'd finished she wrapped both around his neck and pulled him toward her. Remington moaned deeply as they kissed. Remington pulled Laura's hips forward and ground her against his middle. Laura's insides began to tingle as she felt his erection against her. Laura was breathless when they finally came up for air.
They both looked at each other and knew their composures were slipping fast. Laura looked toward the counter top and a mischievous grin lit up her face.
"Isn't this where we are supposed to make love on the counter while we coat each other with different stuff from your refrigerator?"
"I think if I'm not careful Luscious Laura is going to corrupt me." Remington whispered against her lips.
Laura laughed and kissed him lightly. "Corrupt you? The connoisseur of exotic dancing and techniques?"
"Ah yes. The fan dance. I almost forgot about that. Now let me see, where did I put those fans," Remington said looking around the kitchen.
"Could they be in the bedroom Mr. Steele?" Laura asked batting her eyelashes.
"Only one way to find out Miss Holt," Remington said as he picked her up in his arms and headed toward his bedroom.
He placed a giggling Laura in the middle of his bed and laid down beside her. He slowly ran his hands over the front of her body. Laura's breathing quickened as his fingers evoked emotions in her that had been hibernating in the recesses of her body for too long.
Laura's complexion was flushed a rosy pink, and she started to feel antsy. She slowly shifted on the bed as Remington's fingers slid lazily underneath the waistband of her panties.
"Aren't we going to look for those fans?" Laura asked ,breathlessly.
"Later." Remington growled and slid his fingers lower.