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 2002.
Warning: Adult Content!!
Remington pulled away from Laura and disappeared into the living room. She was baffled. What on Earth he was doing? A moment ago he'd been stroking her and promising all sorts of wicked things. Now, he'd left her standing there without a word and incredibly aroused. If this was his idea of torture, it was working!
"Um hello?" Laura called out.
"Be right with you," Came the reply.
"Righty ho," Laura mimicked sarcastically. "Boy, talk about ridden hard and put away wet. Well, maybe not the ridden hard part. At least not yet, but a girl can hope," Laura said aloud.
"Here we are," Remington said coming back into the room waving a tape in his hand.
Laura quirked an eyebrow and put her hands on her hips. "You left me high and dry for a bloody tape?"
"Not just any tape, wait and see," he grinned and popped it into his tape deck.
While he was waiting for it to start he turned the lights down. Laura was trying not to feel like she'd been left hanging, but it was difficult. His abrupt shift in momentum left her perplexed.
"Aren't we going about this a bit backwards?"
Remington gathered her in his arms. "Patience Laura, it will be worth your while I promise."
The tape began to play and the room filled with the strains of a melodic, sexually charged song that she instantly recognized. After a few moments Laura's jaw dropped and she stared at at him. "Where did you get this?" She whispered. "How did you know I liked..."
"Love on a Real Train by Tangerine Dream?"
"Yes," Laura breathed as her eyes fluttered shut. "This song makes me feel like I'm floating. It's beyond mood music and..."
Remington traced a finger down her face. He leaned in and whispered. "You've always wanted to make love while playing it?"
"Yes," Laura admitted slowly. "But, you never mentioned how you knew."
"I must confess; I was looking for a pad in your loft and came across this on your bedstand. I was able to find a few and made a tape for you. Now seems an appropriate time to give it to you. Especially since this was the purpose you wanted them for eh?"
Laura blushed. She remembered scribbling down the names of a few songs while listening to the radio one night. She'd loved them so much she was going to buy them on the next trip to the record store. She'd even written "Songs to love by" on the pad next to the list. When she'd heard "Love on a Real Train" it instantly made her think of making love. The song oozed sensuality and she found herself dreaming of what it would be like to make love on a train. "Moments In Love" by Art of Noise evoked images of her and Remington together. She'd gone to bed that night wondering what it would be like with him. Now they were here, in the flesh, about to make her fantasy a reality in every way. It was beyond a turn on that he'd made the tape for her. She melted against him.
He picked her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist. "You are incredible. Thank you for making my dreams a reality."
He swayed slowly with her in his arms and smiled with such heat, she could feel her insides tighten. "What else have you fantasized about?" He whispered.
"Moments in love," Laura said dreamily when the song began to play. Her eyes flew open when she realized she'd spoken. Laura ran her hands through his hair. "I think I'm too embarrassed now to tell you."
Remington's hands were securely under Laura's bottom as he undulated in time to the music. "So show me."
Laura looked down at him and despite her momentary bout of self-consciousness, felt heady with desire. She ran her hands over his chest and neck. Suddenly the playful banter stopped. They both wanted more. Remington sat Laura on her feet and finished undressing her. She closed her eyes and allowed her mind to wander with the music. Her breath quickened as he reached behind her to undo her skirt. Slowly, he put a hand on each side of her waist, pulling the material down her hips. It landed in a heap at her feet. Next he knelt before her and relieved her of her pantyhose. He was eye level with her satin and lace panties and she could feel his warm breath against her. Laura couldn't help herself; she looked down and watched as he eased them down. He stood up and removed her bra.
"This was the picture I was looking for," he mused.
Laura was standing totally nude before him and oddly, she wasn't uncomfortable. The depth of emotion she saw in his eyes gave her strength, and power.
"Is it worth a thousand words?" Laura joked.
"Shall I count the ways your body arouses me?" He moaned when she reached for him.
It was Laura's turn and she made slow, agonizing progress removing all his clothes. By the time she was done he was practically shaking with need.
"God Laura, I want you," he pulled her against him and buried his face in her hair.
"I want you too. But right now I wish I had a name to call you, other than Remington or Mr. Steele. At the moment, they both seem so...inappropriate."
"Just call me yours," Remington smiled and took her hand in his. He gently pulled her with him toward the bed.
When he got there he sat down and pulled her up against him. He buried his head in her stomach and breathed her scent. He looked up at her and knew at that moment that she held his heart in her hands.
"Hell hath no fury..."
"Like a woman scorned?" Laura finished.
He shook his head and leaned back pulling her on top of him. "Like a man in love."
Laura felt her heart do sommersaults in her chest and her stomach twitch. "You...love me?"
"Do you doubt it? Laura, I've done paperwork for God's sake. If that isn't telling you I love you, I don't know what is."
"I never thought...even if you did...I never thought you'd say it," her voice caught in her throat.
"I wanted you to know now instead of a few minutes from now. I thought it would be more believable that way."
"Anytime you tell me you love me, I'll believe it," Laura promised. "Tell me again."
"I love you Laura," Remington said and turned her over and under him.
"Goodness, I hope so, I'd hate to be in love alone," Laura smiled.
"You'll never be alone again Laura," he promised.
Remington set to work stoking the embers of their already simmering passion. He stroked Laura as patiently as a doctor examining a patient. It was some time later when he remembered to broach the subject of birth control.
"Uh, Laura, are you on the pill?"
"No. It's been so long I stopped taking them. Do you have a condom?"
"Sure. Won't be but a moment," he hopped up and went to the bathroom. Pulling a box out of the medicine cabinet, Remington grabbed a foil packet and went back to the bed.
"I checked the expiration date, we're safe," he winked.
After taking care of things, he picked up where he'd left off. Slowly, he built her up again and when she was at a fevered pitch and almost delirious with need, he took her. It was a slow, gentle process because it had been quite some time for them both. Concentration was paramount; he didn't want it over before it had begun. He was the epitomy of patience and caring and soon had them both climbing toward blissful release.
"You're driving me insane," Laura moaned.
"But what a drive," Remington said raggedly.
He turned over and positioned Laura above him. Her muscles were protesting slightly to the first sexual encounter they'd had in years. She pleaded silently that they not pay her back with a muscle cramp. As she moved steadily above him it became clear that she'd have no problems keeping their pace. Remington grabbed Laura's waist and shortened her movements. They were instantly granted with more intense pleasure. Soon both were ready to lose themselves in the throes of release.
Remington muttered an apology and rolled Laura under him. "My turn to drive," he put both hands on either side of her head and concentrated his efforts on catapulting them towards screams of passion. Laura wrapped her legs around his waist and arms around his shoulders. She'd never felt this incredible; the tenseness steadily building within her was going to unravel her soul. Seconds later she was past her breaking point and couldn't take the blissful torment any longer.
"Please," she sobbed. Please end this. It's torture."
Remington opened his eyes and looked down at her. There were tears glistening in her eyes and her lips were trembling. She was pleading with him for release and he was most assuredly going to give it to her.
"Hold on to me, love." Remington instructed.
Laura used what little strength she had left to grasp him even tighter. He held himself up on his forearms and drove into her with decisive, forceful movements. In seconds, Laura's head was reeling and she was screaming out in pleasure. Hearing Laura's hoarse yell was enough to send him barreling behind her. He roared out and promptly collapsed on top of her. They were both quiet for a few minutes, each concentrating on breathing and rational thought.
"If I tell you that was the most incredible lovemaking I've ever had, would you believe me?" Remington said raggedly.
"Considering your varied tastes and colorful past?"
"Laura, I'm being honest and you're doubting my sincerity? Lord, you didn't step out of character long, did you?" He grumbled.
"I'm kidding," Laura yawned. "Of course I believe you."
"Good. Because for a moment, I was tempted to turn you over my knee and give you a good thrashing."
Laura used her last few ounces of strength to raise her head off her pillow. "Promise?"
Remington smiled and almost collapsed from the effort. "You're a wicked woman - I like that," he said sleepily.
"Is your alarm set?"
"Laura, if you think Mildred's going to see us before noon, you've gone bizerk."
"Don't get the underwear you're not wearing in a bunch. I was merely going to suggest you turn it off, while we still had the strength to reach it."
"Oh, point taken," Remington rolled off Laura, slid the switched the alarm off then went face down into the pillow. Goodnight, Laura."
"Good night, unidentified man." Laura snuggled into his side.
"We are not amused," he yawned loudly. "When I scrounge up enough energy, I'm coming after you."
"I'll be right over here waiting, Mr. Steele," Laura shot back before drifting into a satiated sleep.