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 1998.

Laura and Remington explore their relationship further.  Deliriously happy, they agree to help George Mulch, unaware of the danger that lies ahead.

WARNING: This story contains NC-17 related material. So if you are too young to know what that means. You are TOO YOUNG to be reading this story.

Revelation of  Steele - Part IV

    Remington looked down and Laura, his gaze thoughtful.  He twirled a curl of her long hair around his finger as he spoke. "You know Laura, it seems as if I've been waiting an eternity for this day to come," Remington hugged Laura tight as he rolled over.  He positioned her above him and smiled as she gave him a questioning look. "And even longer to see you right where you are now. You've given me my name, decided my line of work and reformed me in to a model citizen and I owe you my life a hundred times over."

    Laura wasn't used to hearing such heartfelt declarations from him.  She blushed and tried to avert her eyes from seeing the sincerity in his.  He wouldn't let her.

    "Laura look at me,"Steele said as he grasped her face between his hands.  "You are my life, my love, everything I've always searched and never dared hope I'd find,"

    Laura looked at him with disbelief apparent in her eyes. "Everything Mr. Steele?"

    Remington laughed, "well almost everything.  Lord knows I could deal without that stubborn streak you've acquired,"

    Laura leaned down to run her tongue over his lips.  She could feel him between her legs, hard as steel she laughed at the play on words.  She could also feel the tension growing inside her, the ache to have him deep inside her as far as he could go.  Her thoughts were echoed by Remington as he voiced aloud what she'd been thinking.

    "Laura, I can't wait to bury myself inside you. I have dreamed of it more times than I dare confess. I wanted you on top so that I could see your face when we joined.  It’s something I've fanaticized about, what your expression would be when we became one,"

    Laura was beyond excited by now and started to move her hips seductively.

    "Well Remington, far be it for me to keep you in suspense any longer.  Don't you agree my love?"  Laura ground in to his middle to get her point across.

    Remington grabbed her hips as his eyes locked with hers.  "Ah yes Laura, unquestionably," Steele's breathing became labored as Laura lowered herself onto him.  For a brief moment time stood still and the world around them ceased to exist.  To say that Laura was as tight as a virgin was an understatement.  He almost lost it right then and there.  Her feminine walls surrounding him were warm and threatened to squeeze the life from him.   It was singularly the most exquisite torture he'd ever experienced in his life.

    If I died this instant, he thought, nothing would ever compare to this moment.

    Laura sucked in her breath as her body attempted to adjust to his size. Never would she have thought he'd be this big or her this tight.  She wouldn't view it as pain but God it was uncomfortable!

    "Laura, sweetheart say something.  Are you alright?"

    "Something," she gasped as she began moving atop him.

    "Love, don't move yet if you haven't adjusted,"

    "I'm fine Remington, really," Laura confirmed as her body began to tingle and the tightness gave way to a warm throbbing. The first few attempts to establish a pace were awkward but soon Laura and Remington found their rhythym.

    "Mmmm, this is delightful," Laura said as she began to pick up the pace.  She moved atop him with exuberance and Remington began to moan as Laura bounced up and down on top of him.  Laura was fascinated as she looked down between them.  She could see them moving together and it excited her all the more.

    "Laura, oh love you feel so good, so hot,"

    Laura could barely hear him.   She was thrusting herself down on him with fevered concentration.  She had never felt this good in her life.

    "Oh….my God!"   Laura screamed as Remington grabbed her hips to shorten the distance between thrusts.

    They were both panting now and glistening with sweat.  Laura clung to Remington as if her life depended on it.   Not yet, Remington thought to himself.  Icy calm old chap, icy calm.  He didn't want things to end just yet, not before Laura found her release.  He reached down between their slippery bodies and found Laura.  He began rubbing her between his thumb and fore finger. Laura almost pulled them both off the bed in reaction.

    Laura's body shook and her hair clung to her face.  Remington sat up so that he would be in a better position to bury his face against her breasts.  She felt she would combust with the intensity of emotions he'd evoked.

    She screamed each syllable of his name, not caring who heard her.  Remington knew she was right on the verge and he took great delight in grabbing her head so that she'd be forced to look at him.  He laid back fully and raised his hips to meet hers, then grabbed either arm so that he could control the force of each thrust.  "Laura look at me," he commanded repeatedly.  Laura could barely hear him, she was so intent on finding release.   "Laura I want to see your face when you get there,"  she did look at him then and while she was teetering back and forth, with one forceful thrust Remington pushed her over the edge.

    He could feel Laura's muscles encircle him as she found her release.  She was screaming, moaning, panting, and crying all that the same time.  Hearing her racked with so much emotion was his undoing.  In one quick motion he rolled her under him, put his head in the crook of her neck and rapidly pounded her into the matress.  Within minutes Laura's body was crying out for release again and this time Remington was right behind her.  They were both moaning and writhing with pleasure they felt down to their souls.  A few seconds later Remington collapsed on top of Laura.  Their breath intermingled as they fought to recover from the intensity of their lovemaking.

    Remington rolled slightly to Laura's left so that she wouldn't have to take the full brunt of his weight.  He looked down at her and she smiled a crooked grin at him.  Neither one had enough energy to be modest about what had just happened between them.  They just smiled like two Cheshire cats as they hugged each other tight and slipped into oblivion.

***

    Mildred was going through the morning's mail when they walked in.  Both smiling, looking incredible silly and years younger. Mildred would have to be blind not to realize that the love between them had finally been declared, and consummated. 

    Ah good morning Mildred at what a morning eh? Remington beamed, looking at Laura and back to Mildred.

    "Good morning Chief, Miss Holt.   How ARE you two doing this fine and sunny morning?" Mildred smiled with that knowing look.

    "Just fine Mildred, couldn't be better," Laura gushed as Mr. Steele pulled her toward his office.

    "Laura giggled as Remington whispered in her ear that there was NO way she could ever get any "better,"

    Mildred watched her two "kids" go into Mr. Steele's office.  So, she thought, they had finally done what they should have done years ago.  Mildred was tickled for both of them.   "It's about time!" She said aloud and returned to her task of opening the mail.

    George Mulch walked in to Remington Steele Investigations later that afternoon.  Mildred frowned as soon as she saw who it was.

    "Hello Mildred," Mr. Mulch said cheerily.

    "Mulch," Mildred said with much less enthusiasm.

    "Are Mr. Steele and Miss Holt in yet?"

    Mildred eyed him as she informed him that they were in today but not back from lunch yet.

    "Lunch?" Mulch asked eyeing his watch. "But i'ts 2 o'clock in the afternoon! Who eats lunch THIS late?"

    "Apparently THEY do!" Mildred said with as much sarcasm as she could muster. "Now sit down,"

    Mulch quickly did what Mildred suggested.

    A few minutes later Laura and Remington walked back in to the office.  Remington and Laura walked up to George Mulch and eyed him warily.

    "My, my if it isn't our previous associate, George Mulch," Remington said looking at Laura.

    "Why it certainly is Mr. Steele," Laura smiled back at him. "Tell me Mr. Mulch, have you come up with any new plans for some unsuspecting movie star or adding branch offices to unsuspecting companies?" Laura patted Mulch on his chest as she spoke.

    "Why of course not Miss Holt," Mulch said nervously, "but there is something I need to discuss with both of you,"

    "Of course Mr. Mulch, step right this way," Remington said as he ushered George Mulch into his office. "Uh Mildred, hold our calls ok?"

    "Sure thing Boss," Mildred said as they disappeared.

    ***

    "Have you gone bizerk!?" Remington shouted, with no regard for the decorum he usually maintained when they had a client. "What the bloody hell possessed you to borrow a half million dollars to invest in a product you don't have?"

    George stood up and paced nervously.   "It's not my fault, how was I supposed to know that my other "business partner" would take the money and run?"

    "Well, you could have checked in to his background for one thing George," Laura said.

    "You know how fast business deals fly when there's a market to be tapped; I had to make some quick decisions Miss Holt.  I didn't have time to check the guy out.  I mean he seemed legit enough and he had a warehouse full of goods.  What was I supposed to do?"

    "Check him out for one thing," Mr. Steele muttered. "For goodness sakes George, most people learn from their past mistakes, why can't you?"

    Laura got up from Mr. Steele's desk and stood in front of Mulch.  "You still haven't told us how "we" fit in to this little problem of yours Mr. Mulch,"

    Mulch eyed them both with apprehension.  "Well, I sort of need you two to help me get out of this.  I mean I don't have six hundred thousand dollars to pay Mr. Devenroe in a week.  I also have no idea where Mr. Tanner's gone with the money.  I tried to go back to the warehouse but it's all boarded up.  I really think Mr. Devonroe was serious when he said he'd kill me and feed me to his pets,"

    Laura looked at George Mulch for a minute as she assessed his story.  Remington knew that look; she was actually contemplating helping a man who'd caused them nothing but trouble since the day they'd set eyes on him.

    "Uh, will you excuse us for a moment George?" Remington grasped Laura's arm and escorted her to her office where they could speak in private.   "Laura, you can't be seriously considering helping that man.  I mean haven't we pulled him out of enough scrapes already?"

    But Mr. Steele, he does sound like he's in more trouble than usual.  It wouldn't hurt to see what Mildred could dig up on this Devonroe character.  Maybe he's behind the disappearance of this Mr. Tanner fellow or maybe we could find something in his past that could scare him off or at least buy George some time to get the money,"

    Remington didn't like this one bit.   "Laura, I've got a bad feeling about this.  I don't think we should get involved, the Devonroe fellow sounds like he plays very nasty.  I don't want the agency to get tangled up in anything we may live to regret,"

    Laura still wasn't convinced and once she started the wheels turning on a case, she was like a Doberman with a bone.   "I'll just see if Mildred can…"

    Steele beat Laura to her office door and stood in front of it.  "Laura, I think you should reconsider this.  I don't want us in over our heads and I don't want anything to happen to you," he told her with feeling.

    Laura lightly kissed his cheek and smiled.  "Why Mr. Steele, if I didn't know better I'd say you were developing an aversion to danger," Remington's arms circled Laura as he pinned her to the door.

    "On the contrary Miss Holt, I love danger and excitement.  I just think there are "other" ways to get it,"

    With that Remington leaned down to kiss Laura soundly.

    "Alright Mr. Steele, you win.   Let's go inform Mr. Mulch that he'll have to find some other agency to help with this one,"

    Remington sighed with relief as he and Laura made their way back to his office.  George Mulch was wringing his hands when they came in.

    "Ah George, Laura and I both feel that it would aid your cause considerably if you redirected your efforts to the local constabulary for assistance,"

    George looked confused. "What did he say?" Laura tossed a look at Mr. Steele and then back at Mr. Mulch.   "What Mr. Steele is trying to say is that the Police Department would be your best bet for help George,"

    "Exactly," Remington replied..

    George looked chagrined and began to sweat.  Laura and Remington both looked confused.

    "Ah George old chap, is there something you aren't telling us?"

    Mulch couldn't look them in the eye as he spoke.  "Well I told Mr. Devonroe that I had a silent partner that I could go to if I needed additional funding,"

    Remington walked around his desk and stopped in front of George.  He wasn't smiling.  "And just who IS this silent partner George?"

    George swallowed and looked him in the eyes and said, "YOU are Mr. Steele,"

    "Why you…" Laura lunged at George's neck as Steele attempted to pull her off Mulch.

    "Laura! Icy calm, Laura icy calm!"  Laura was still trying to get at Mulch.  "How could you do this you little weasel!  How you could be so stupid as to jeopardize Mr. Steele and the agency this way?"

    Remington managed to pull Laura off Mulch as he started to apologize.

    "An apology? George, I think an apology won't cut it this time mate.  I agree with Laura, you've gone WAY to far,"

    "I know, I'm sorry Steele but what could I do, his men would have killed me!  I figured you'd be able to help me find the guy that ran out with the money, that maybe we could get it back before the week was up.  I was desperate!" Mulch started groveling.

    Laura and Remington turned away in distaste.  They looked at each other and sighed as Remington went over to the intercom.

    "Mildred would you please run a full check on…What's the guy's full name Mulch?" "Uh, Devonroe, Trevor Devonroe.  He owns Devonroe Import Corporation."

    "Did you get all that Mildred?"

    "Yeah boss, I got it.  I'll let you know when I've hit pay dirt,"

    "Thanks Mildred." Steele said as he walked back around his desk to stand beside Laura.

    Laura pulled herself up to her full height and poked her finger in Mulch's chest.

    "Listen Mulch and listen good; this will be the last and I mean LAST time you come for help to Remington Steele Investigations you got that?  I want you to lose our number and don't think of entangling us in any more of your "business" dealings is that clear?"

    "Oh sure Miss Holt, anything you say.  I promise it will never happen again you have my word!" George gushed as he breathed a sigh of relief. 

    Laura looked at Steele and told him that she'd drive Mr. Mulch over to his office and take a look at his records on Mr. Devonroe and Mr. Tanner.

    "I've got a better idea, why don't you wait for me to get the information Mildred is pulling and we can all go together?"

    Laura shook her head. "There's no need Mr. Steele. We can regroup back here later, oh, can you check out that boarded up warehouse that supposedly belongs to Mr. Tanner?"

    Steele looked at Laura with apprehension.  He didn't like to idea of her going to Mulch's alone and told her so.

    "Relax Mr. Steele, they've already roughed up Mulch once, I doubt they'd do it again, after all they gave him a week to get the money.  I think we'll be safe enough," With that Laura headed out with Mulch.

    Remington walked out in to the reception area to see what Mildred had turned up.

    "Nothing yet Chief, I'll bring the report to you the minute I get something,"

    Steele thanked her and headed back to his office.  Twenty minutes later, Mildred came running in to his office.

    "I got it Chief!  You wouldn't believe how much stuff printed out on this guy.  Apparently Trevor Devonroe is an alias.  I found nothing unusual about his company so far, but you should see what I found when I ran a check on the other name I found," Mildred handed Steele the report.

    Steele thanked her and glanced it over.  As he did, his eyes got large and all the color drained from his face.   His hands began to shake as he dropped the paper.

    "Boss?  What's the matter?" Mildred asked with growing concern.

    Mr. Steele didn't hear her, his thoughts were elsewhere. "Oh my God!" Steele said as he ran from his office.

    Mildred followed him utterly confused.  "Boss, what's going on?  What is it?"

    Remington was on his way out with all possible speed, he raced down the hall, leaving Mildred standing open mouthed staring after him.