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.
“Laura?”
She jumped. “Huh? What?”
“Which side of the bed do you want?” Remington repeated slowly.
“Oh. It doesn’t matter…whichever. I’m going to…the bathroom,” Laura
quickly retreated.
In the bathroom, she
went about getting ready for bed. She was
sitting at the vanity brushing her hair when Remington
knocked on the door.
“Laura? Are you alright in there?”
“Just fine, I’m
brushing my hair. I’ll be out in a
moment,” she said cheerfully.
Laura came out wearing a long robe that went from her neck to the floor and though Remington arched an eyebrow, he didn’t comment. Laura was already skittish. Though he enjoyed needling her, now wasn’t the time. He went into the bathroom, brushed his teeth, washed his face and used the toilet. It was bizarre doing ordinary things with Laura in the next room. Sure, they’d spent the night at each other’s houses and countless hours in one another’s company, but this was different.
They were completely alone, in a tropical paradise, and Los Angeles was thousands
of miles away. By the time Remington came
out, Laura
was in bed with the covers pulled under her chin. Remington tried not to laugh,
especially considering Laura truly resembled like
a clueless virgin on her wedding night.
Discarding his silk robe, Remington decided it would be best to keep his pajama
top on.
Looking at him, Laura
felt her throat constrict. She painfully
swallowed and glanced away. He looked good enough to eat and not have leftovers. None.
“Well, goodnight, Mr. Steele,” Laura said, overly chipper.
She was reaching over to cut the lamp off on her side of the bed when Remington spoke.
“Laura, wait. We
need to talk.”
Her hand froze in mid air for
a few seconds before she lowered it. “What
about?”
“Us,” Remington said,
sitting down on his side of the
bed. “This is crazy. You look like
you’re ready to bolt out of the bed at any minute. Do I make you that uncomfortable? Surely you must know by now that you can trust me."
Suddenly he frowned with concern. "You do realize I’d never take advantage of
the situation, don't you, Laura?”
“Since when?” Laura asked before she could stop herself.
Remington sighed and gave up trying to be nice. “Good night, Miss Holt.”
Getting into bed, Remington stayed as close to the edge as he could, without falling out.
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The next morning they got up early, showered, dressed and went to one of the resort’s restaurants for breakfast. Laura could tell Remington was upset with her. She tried to make amends, but he ignored her at every turn. It wasn’t until they’d left their bungalow and got around people that he opened up and went back to being the attentive, loving husband.
Laura eased into her role. They were once again, Nisa and Varian DeWinter.
After breakfast they
met up with Brent and Crystal, secured jet skis and headed out to sea. Everyone was laughing and racing about in the
water having a wonderful time. An hour later, Remington signaled them to return to shore. Laura, Crystal and Brent nodded and turned their
crafts around.
“That was
incredible! It’s been so long since
I’ve been out on one of these,” Laura laughed. “It’s
just like riding a bike.”
“How about some
snorkeling?” Brent asked the group.
There was a coral reef a good distance from shore that they decided to swim to. Laura had a waterproof camera; before long she'd shot a whole role of underwater pictures. It was incredible seeing the fish swim calmly around them. Laura pointed to Remington when they neared a beautiful colony of red coral and went to touch it. Remington grabbed her hand and shook his head. Quickly, Remington pointed to another batch and she understood that it wasn't safe to touch.
Laura was in awe of the natural beauty surrounding them. It was a surreal experience, almost like she was watching the scene unfold on television. They were about twelve feet above the ocean floor when Laura spotted something shining below her. She signaled to the group that she was going down for a closer look. Filling her lungs with air, she kicked off.
Steadily, Laura descended to the ocean floor with Remington close behind. When they’d reached the bottom, she ran her hand over the sand and was rewarded with the most beautiful shell she’d ever seen. Picking it up, Laura waved it excitedly in front of her. Remington smiled and pointed behind her.
There was a
stingray swimming sluggishly by them. Laura
took a picture of the animal and gave the thumbs up sign.
Remington nodded and they headed back toward the other couple.
“That was so much
fun,” Laura said, excitedly when they reached the top.
“They’ve got other
snorkeling excursions that go farther out, with larger reefs. We should check them out,” Crystal
replied.
“Say, all this swimming has me hungry enough to eat a bear," Brent called out. "How about heading back now?”
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When they’d finished lunch, Laura decided to go back to their room and take a nap. Remington told her he’d join her later. Brent and Crystal were staring at the couple with smirks on their faces. Before Laura left she bent over and lightly kissed Remington’s mouth. He returned the kiss and smiled at her. That smile made her stomach churn and she quickly retreated. Laura took a long shower and threw on a short red cover up before lying down across the bed. She was fast asleep when Remington returned.
After showering, Remington put on a pair of white linen shorts, but didn’t bother with a shirt. He was leafing through a magazine when he started yawning. He maneuvered Laura gently over to her side and lay down beside her.
Though asleep, Laura felt cold and her body automatically searched for a source of warmth--which happened to be Remington’s body. Laura snuggled up to him and threw her leg over his middle. That gesture was enough to bring Remington barreling out of his slumber faster than a runaway train.
When he opened his eyes, it was to find Laura practically on top of him. He tried to ease out from under her, but every time he moved back, Laura closed the distance again. He didn’t want to wake her but the truth was the intimate contact was driving him insane.
He put an arm around her and
closed his eyes. She felt incredible
snuggled up next to him and he was content to enjoy it, until Laura moaned in her sleep. That moan sliced through him like a sharp blade
and his body shuddered in reaction. He had to
wake Laura up--and pretty damn quick!
“Laura…Laura
wake up,” he said, gently.
She didn’t budge. Remington attempted to peel Laura off him, when
she protested with a loud moan. When her leg
rose higher and rested on his groin he practically bolted off the bed.
“Laura, time to get
up,” he pleaded louder.
Slowly, Laura opened her eyes
and blinked. When she saw the object of her
desire inches away from her face, Laura thanked her brain for concocting this dream and
went with it. She ran a hand across his face
and kissed him without hesitation. She heard
him moan loudly and smiled. He was incredibly
warm and his scent was pure man. This was the
most realistic dream she’d ever had and she prayed it wouldn’t end...not yet. She ran her hands possessively over his chest and
felt her fingers curl in the hair covering it.
This isn’t happening, tell me this isn’t happening. Icy Calm, Icy Calm. Remington rambled to himself..
"God, Laura, please,” she heard him whisper raggedly.
“Everything about you
drives me insane; your voice, your body, your cologne.
I want you so badly I can’t see straight.” Laura moaned
in his ear.
Good intentions flew out the
window. Remington pulled her to him, buried his hand in her hair and devoured her lips. He slid his hand inside her cover up and kneaded
one of her breasts. She responded so readily,
he thought he was dreaming too. Finally, he
wrenched his mouth away from hers, removed his hand and almost yelled: “Laura!”
Laura stilled. It took her a few seconds, but she eventually came
fully awake and it finally registered that she was sprawled across Remington with one leg
straddling his middle and a hand splayed across his chest.
“Oh…Oh
God! I…Oh God!” Laura wailed and jumped back as if she’d been
burned.
She looked down and saw
her top askew, looked at Remington and saw his bulging arousal and almost dropped dead
from embarrassment.
“What? What happened?” she croaked.
“We were asleep and
I guess you became chilled or something. All
I know is I woke up and…here you were.”
Laura looked at him sideways and her skepticism fueled his already frustrated state.
"Dammit, Laura, it's the truth! How many times do I have to tell you that you can trust me? If I wanted to take advantage of you, believe me you'd be flat on your back right now and wouldn't walk straight for a bloody week!" he said, harshly.
Laura blanched. “I’m sorry, Remington…I thought…I
thought…”
Her confusion and discomfiture made him instantly regret his angry outburst.
“I know Laura, you thought you were
dreaming. And from the sounds of it, I’d
say you’ve had this dream before.”
“What…what did I say
exactly?”
“It doesn’t
matter, Laura really, no harm done. At least nothing that won’t dissipate in time, or
cold water,”
Laura bolted off the bed and
straightened her dress. Her face was burning
and she was sure it was as red as her dress.
“I can handle it
Mr. Steele, please...tell me what I said.
“Nothing much, just
that everything about me drives you insane; my voice, my body, my cologne. And that you want me so badly you can’t see
straight,”
Laura put a hand to her
head and almost swooned. How could this have
happened? How could she have betrayed herself
like this?
“I’m
profoundly sorry to have put us both in such an uncomfortable situation. It was totally unprofessional of me and it
won’t happen again,” Laura said and headed for the door.
Remington caught up to
her in two strides and turned her to face him. “Laura
wait. You can’t leave now; we have to
talk about this,”
“There’s nothing to
talk about. We’re on a case and we have
work to do so please let me go,”
“Oh no you don’t. You aren’t hiding behind work this time
Laura, and that professional sounding speech you just made is a lot of drivel. Things are transpiring between us - that
neither of us can control. Can’t you see
that?”
“There isn’t
anything in my life that I can’t control,” Laura shot back.
“Except your
attraction to me,”
“I CAN handle it!”
Laura roared.
“So, you admit you’re attracted to me,” Remington challenged.
“I…Oh you! You think this is amusing but it’s not. We work together and we have to maintain a
relationship that isn’t clouded by the confusion of sleeping together. We can’t complicate things this way. I can’t work like this!”
“Laura you want me
as much as I want you, why can’t we just be honest about that? Why does our attraction for one another have to be
swept under the bloody rug? It’s obvious
you can’t ignore it Laura, you’re dreaming about me for Pete’s sake. How long do you think you can keep burying your
feelings for me eh?”
“I don’t HAVE any
feelings for you! This is just…it's just
lust that’s all! It will pass,”
“Oh, really? Well I’ve got a news flash for you, Miss Holt! This won’t just pass.
Trust me, it will
get worse. Unless we do something about it.”
“We aren’t
doing anything about IT Mr. Steele. Nothing!” Laura yelled, and ran from the room.
Remington ran a shaky
hand through his hair and let out a loud expletive.
“Nothing, eh Miss Holt? Ok, you want to do this the hard way, so be
it.”