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: Definitely contains adult content.
Laura was a mass of quivering flesh by the time Remington removed his fingers from her body. He seemed to know instinctively what to try and where. He also had a knack for deducing how much pressure to apply and when to withdraw. If Laura survived their encounter, she promised to knock herself in the head for the years they had lost just being too scared of this one, precious, delicious, incredible moment. Years of self-imposed celibacy had made her starved for physical intimacy so it didn't take Laura long to reach the peak of her pleasure and topple over the side.
"I just want you to know that I appreciate whoever the ingenious, selfless woman was that showed you how to do that," Laura panted loudly.
"I'm sure the Countess of Brimley would be flattered," Remington whispered as he moved up Laura's body and kissed her.
"Somehow knowing that one of your past lovers was of the aristocracy doesn't suprise me," Laura muttered as she pushed Remington onto his back.
"Actually, she was the Madame of London's finest brothel, but she always loved that name."
Laura looked utterly shocked and after a few seconds Remington could not contain his poker face. He dissolved into laughter which made Laura poke him in the ribs. Remington yelped and immediately grabbed her hands to ward off further assaults. He released his hold only after she promised not to retaliate. She agreed sealing their agreement with a kiss.
With friendly bantering over, Laura made quick work of relieving Remington of his boxers and socks and ceremoniously tossed them over the side of the bed. Bending over him, Laura concentrated her full attention on paying him in kind for his expert foreplay. Her thoroughness and attention to detail were assets Remington could now see were priceless. Laura was a woman on a mission, intent on wreaking havoc on his body and his senses. He felt as though he were pulled as taut as a bowstring. His jaw tensed and relaxed as he fought to control the desire coarsing through his body that was brought on by Laura's ministrations. Her mouth and hands roamed over his body and returned again and again to his manhood. Teeth clenched, he tried in vain to keep himself from putting an end to the sweet torture Laura was putting him through.
"Good Lord Laura, you're killing me," Remington moaned as his head went back and his hands clamped down on her hair.
His comments made Laura double her efforts to alternately please and punish him for his teasing. Finally Remington could stand no more. He refuse to have their night over before it began, so he gently eased her up on top of him.
"Why did you stop me?"
"Because I do not intend to have this night end any time soon. At the rate you were going, I would have been out of commission before we really got started." Remington turned Laura over and covered her body with his. As if he had just thought of something he sat up slightly. Laura immediately followed and looked up in question.
"Uh Laura, before I uh...we progress any farther. Do you need me to take...precautionary measures?"
Was the man ever straight to the point?
"No I'm fine," Laura assured him. "I'm on the pill."
The quirk of his eybrow caused Laura to pinch his arm. "Don't give me that look. They are to regulate my periods."
"Not saying a word Miss Holt." Remington smiled as he nibbled her nose and lowered her back to the bed.
Laura quietly admitted that it had been years since she had to accomodate a man inside her. Remington made sure she was more than ready for him by exploring her body with the attention an artist would give his masterpiece. He kissed, fondled, rubbed, probed, licked and nibbled Laura's body until she was thrashing against the bed.
"Remington enough!" Laura moaned. "I need you. Now!"
"Now? You mean right now. This very minute?" Remington teased as he plunged his tongue in her ear.
The sensation caused Laura to dig her nails into his back for emphasis and she almost broke his ear drum with her scream of frustration. "R-E-M-I-N-G-T-O-N!"
Smiling in supreme happiness, Remington was all too happy to oblige her. When their bodies were finally joined, Laura thought she would cry from the sensations flooding her system. Their motions were awkward at first, but after a few seconds, their bodies became synchronized. Both almost jumped off the bed when the telephone's shrill ringing invaded the room.
"Who the hell could that be?" Remington groaned with considerable effort.
They both looked at each other and said, "Mildred" in unison.
"You answer that bloody phone and I swear I'll..." Laura began.
"Laura, that could be the Queen and I wouldn't answer it," Remington replied as he rolled over and positioned Laura on top of him.
Laura held his forearms for support and bit her lip in concentration as her body moved against his. Remington looked up from his vantage point and smiled at his lover. To him she looked more beautiful than he'd ever seen her. Her head was thrown back and her thick brown tresses cascaded down her back. A thin film of sweat now covered them both leaving her body glistening in the moonlit room. He felt his heart constrict in his chest and a lump form in his throat. She was his. Finally and irrevocably his, and he swore to himself that he would never let their idiosyncrasies come between them again.
The overwhelming emotions he was feeling were his undoing and Remington felt his muscles tightening to accomodate his impending release.
"Laura, I'm sorry sweetheart, but I can't hold on much longer," Remington warned. He grabbed her hips and shortened her movements, making them quick thrusts as he pleaded with his eyes for Laura to find her release. Laura closed her eyes and concentrated on letting herself go. Within minutes, he felt her body tensing and knew she was right with him. It was enough to send him hurtling into blissful nirvana. Laura heard him calling her name, and she went tumbling right behind him.
Spent and utterly exhausted, Laura collapsed against him. He welcomed her weight and breathed in the scent of her. Nothing could have prepared him for the onslaught of possessiveness that he felt at this moment. He knew with certainty that he loved her and would always love her. Spending another moment by her side without sharing her thoughts, her body and her love was beyond comprehension for him. Remington wanted desperately to tell her he was in love with her, but he didn't want the first time he declared his love to be after they had just made love. Instead he pulled her closer to him and rolled slightly so that they were both on their sides.
"Penny for your thoughts?" Remington asked sleepily.
"I don't think you have enough pennies for all the things going through my head right now," Laura said as she stifled a yawn.
"Oh I don't know about that. I've saved up quite a few." He chuckled as he stroked her back.
"I was thinking earlier that if I ever survived this night with you, I'd kick myself for all the years we'd lost just being afraid of expressing our true feelings. It's strange...now that we have made love, it feels as if we should have been doing this all along." She yawned again.
"I agree. Now that the great deed is done, I feel as if I'm pounds lighter."
"You sure that isn't just the..."
"Laura! If I had enough energy I'd swat you on the bum. Your mind has gone completely to the gutter," Remington replied indignantly.
"What?? Oh Mr. Steele, that wasn't what I was going to say!" Laura giggled. "But now that you mention it, I'm sure you did have quite a bit stored up."
Remington turned Laura over and pinned her against the mattress. With the small amount of energy he had left he tickled her mercilessly.
"Good Lord, woman. Have you no shame?"
"Nope." Laura smiled sensuously as she ground her body against his.
The movement had the desired effect because he ceased his tickling and returned her lewd smile.
"Batter up, Miss Holt?"
"Batter up, Mr. Steele."