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:   Contains adult situations.  Please Don't Read if you're too young or too offended!

Shaken and Steele Stirred - Part VI

   Remington had never felt this unhinged before; he wanted Laura with an intensity that left him weak and this time it wouldn’t be denied.  He’d taken too many cold showers and put himself to bed without her, too frequently for this encounter to end before it reached it’s logical conclusion.  The status quo had gone on long enough between them; they needed to make love.   It was the only way to evolve to the next level of their relationship.  A “relationship.”  The word use to scare the hell out of him, but he knew Laura wouldn’t settle for anything less.

      I’m ready.  He thought with astonishment.

      Remington smiled against Laura’s lips.  She was melting under him and God how long he’d waited to feel her this pliant.  But…

     “What’s wrong?” Laura inquired.  She sensed his slight withdrawal and looked up at him in question.

      “I’m sorry.  I…this isn’t quite what I had in mind.”  He admitted sheepishly.

     “You mean you didn’t plan on slinging me over your shoulder like a Neanderthal and dragging me back to your cave to kiss me senseless until I gave in?”

     Remington gently ran his thumb over her cheek.  “Not exactly.  Lord knows I want you Laura, in the worst way, but I shouldn’t have given you an ultimatum or lost my control like that.  It was frustration getting the best of me and it won’t happen again.  Not unless you ask me to.”  He assured her.  “But there is something you need to understand before…”

      “Before?” Laura said, shakily.

    “Laura, you’re a grown woman, surely you know by now that we are going to make love eventually.  It can’t be avoided any longer, by either of us.  We have to do this, and not just for sanity’s sake.  However, it wasn’t my intention to force you to sleep with me.  I want you to come to me willingly and not under duress.  That being said, don't you think it's time we took our relationship to the next level?”

    It was a lot for her to digest and she almost pinched herself to make sure she was awake.  “Relationship?  Isn’t that a bit bold for you?  For us?”

    “Yes it is, but I realized just a few moments ago that…it’s something I’m ready for and I’m not going to run away from it--or you Laura.  You’ve questioned my sincerity before so I wanted you to know the extent of my commitment.  You have my word that I won’t touch you again, outside of our pretense for this case, unless you ask me to."

      She looked at him in bewilderment.  He was amazing, truly amazing when he wanted to be.  She couldn’t believe he’d been this honest about his feelings.  She'd wondered about it for so long and now here he was, serving them up on a platter for her.  He’d thought it was vital that she knew, before they slept together and she couldn’t love him more.  Love him?  Did she say that?   Oh dear, Laura prayed she hadn’t said it aloud.

    “I’m…you don’t know how glad I am you said all this,” Laura said, tearfully.

    “Then what are the tears for, eh?  I mean I know I’m out of practice, but I promise you it won’t be that bad.” Remington grinned.

    “I have no doubt Mr. Steele, it’s become crystal clear just how practiced you are.  It’s not that, it’s just…my emotions are a jumble, they’re all over the place and honestly I’m having a hard time keeping them in check.” 

     “Then don’t.  Laura, just this once, let yourself go.  Be the real woman you are, not the one you created for Wilson’s sake--or for mine.”

    “It’s been so long that I’m not sure who she is anymore.”  Laura choked.

      “Well, then let’s find her together okay?”  Remington said and kissed the tears sliding down her face.

    Laura allowed him to pull her close.  The evening had taken an unexpected turn that had drawn them closer together.  She wasn’t that naive; she knew she could’ve been his for the taking but he’d abstained.  As he stroked her back and hair, Laura knew the emotion she was feeling wasn’t relief but regret.

    ###

    The sound of thunder booming in the distance brought Laura out of a sound sleep.  She stirred slightly and felt Remington’s arm tighten instinctively around her.  Even in his sleep he was protecting her from harm.  She wondered what he’d say if he knew that guns firing at them, killers chasing them and danger lurking behind every corner didn’t scare her as much as not having him in her life.  Laura pulled away gently so she wouldn’t disturb him and crept out of bed.  She inched the door open and went onto the patio.  After their big conversation they’d decided to go to bed and for the first time, Laura wasn’t the least hesitant about getting in next to him.  In fact, they had cuddled together and talked about nothing in particular until they'd fallen asleep.  She thought how good it was being close to him and for once, totally at ease. 

    Suddenly the wind blew and a crack of lightning danced across the sky.  Three seconds later a loud clap of thunder shook the ground.  When had she fallen in love with him?  What was her life like before he’d shown up and confiscated her heart?  Laura couldn’t recall a day they didn’t argue like cats and dogs; then again she couldn’t remember a day where she wasn’t consumed by the desire to run her hands through his hair and feel his lips on hers.  Love was strange indeed.

     "Couldn’t sleep, eh?”

    Laura didn’t turn around.  “Not really.  The thunder woke me up and then my brain starting working."

    Remington leaned against the door jam and surveyed the surroundings.  There was no place on earth like the Caribbean; it had a raw and natural beauty that always left him speechless. 

     "I see.  Thinking about the case?”

     “No.”

    “What Murphy and Bernice are doing without us?”

    “No.”

    “Laura, are you trying to be cryptic on purpose?”

    Laura smiled and shook her head.  “No Mr. Steele and to be perfectly honest, I was thinking about you,”

    Remington arched an eyebrow.  Laura didn't see the gesture in the dark but had a feeling by the tone in his voice that it was there. 

    “You don’t say.  What about me?”

    Laura finally turned and faced him.  The sight, however dim, of him in his pajama bottoms, no shirt and tousled hair made her skin tingle.

    “Just how much you’ve brought to my life since you've appeared.  And not just the obvious added income and larger client base.  Real things; like how many times you’ve come to my rescue or saved my life, how often you’ve stuck your neck on the line for my agency and my reputation and how…I can’t imagine my life without you in it.”

    “Planning on moving are we?”  Remington inquired.

    “No.  Are you?”

    “Laura, I already told you, I’m not going anywhere.  My place is in Los Angeles, with you, being Remington Steele.”

    “Well, I’m relieved to hear that.”  Laura admitted.

    “Why?”

    Laura took a breath and looked directly at him.  “Because that's exactly where I want you to be, where I need you to be.

    “Believe me I plan to.   And when you’re ready we’ll…”

    “I’m ready now Mr. Steele.  Tonight.  What’s left of it.” Laura smiled.

    Remington stared at her intently as if trying to gauge her sincerity.  “Laura, if this is about earlier, I told you…”

    “I wanted you then, before you told me how you really felt.  And after you did, well that made me want you even more.  But the truth is, I knew I was ready when you told me you wouldn’t touch me again unless I asked you to.”

    “Why then?” Remington said, hoarsely.

    “Because I felt disappointed afterwards.  I knew then that it was time for us to be together.  My feelings for you grow stronger the longer we’re together and it was foolish of me to think this was one-sided.  I realize now that you care for me as much as I care for you.”

    “Are you sure about that?”

    “Absolutely.  You could’ve had me from the start, but you didn’t take advantage of me.  You waited until I was ready, well more or less.  Your impatience today was the…push I needed to make me realize the obvious.”

    Remington closed the distance in one stride and gently pulled her to him.  His hand softly caressed her face and arm.  He loved this woman; everything about her.  From her keen intellect to her obnoxious need to be right all the time.  He was clueless what allowed this petite spitfire to get under his skin and capture his heart, but she had stolen it right from under his eyes. 

    He kissed her with a tenderness that was heartfelt.  He used his skills as he had earlier, but this time he wasn’t demanding or provocative.  This kiss was the newfound kiss of undeclared love.  Love that was reciprocated without being verbalized, and they both knew it.  Laura’s hands roamed through his hair and Remington pressed her tighter against him.  The kiss ended moments later when Remington wrenched his lips from hers, cocked his head to the side and started looking around.

    "What are you doing?"  Laura asked incredulous at his hesitation.

    "Listening for gunfire."

    Laura laughed.  Would he always surprise her like this?  "Well, how about fireworks instead?"  she countered, seductively.

    Remington moaned slightly and whispered raggedly against her mouth.  "Say it Laura.  I’ve got to hear the words that will end this torment for both of us.”

    Laura looked into his eyes and though it was dark and she couldn’t see it, she knew the love was there.

    “Love me.  I want you to love me, Mr. Steele.”

    Remington picked her up and took them both to the massive bed.  He lowered her on it, and came down beside her.

    “I do Laura, and believe me, I will.” 

To Be Continued...JUST KIDDING!

    Slow, murderous torture is how Laura felt like killing him.  He was excruciatingly thorough in his exploration of her body and it was driving her insane.  Remington was like a man that had waited all year to watch the Super bowl, and had just received a big screen TV for a Christmas gift. 

    From the moment he joined her on the bed, he'd been deliberate in evoking a response from her.  He was like a sculptor; running his hands over Laura's body like it was a fresh lump of clay.  He stroked, prodded, pulled and rubbed until she, like clay, blossomed under his expertise and took shape. 

    "Good Lord, do you treat all the women you make love to like this?"  Laura writhed under his touch.

    "Wondering what you've been missing all this time?"  He smiled, wickedly.

    "Something like that."  She moaned.

    "Don't bother, this is different."

    "Really?  How so?"  Laura sucked in her breath.

    "I wasn't in love with any of them."

    Laura almost lost herself, right then.  That one sentence gave her so much pleasure it almost toppled her over the edge without anymore help from his delightful ministrations.

    "Well, God save the Queen, and me too!"  Laura said, frantically pulling him closer.

    Remington laughed and lowered his hand between their bodies.  "You flatter me, darling."

    "And you're killing me!"  Laura screamed, and after a few moments began to shudder against his hand.

    "I really don't think I can survive this."  Laura panted after she'd recovered herself.

    "Nonsense.  What is that baseball expression you Americans use?  Ah yes, batter up, Miss Holt."

    Remington rolled Laura over and allowed her to assume one of his favorite positions.  He lay there, eyeing her with interest.  It was her turn, and she saw the challenge in his gaze.

    "Ok, Mr. Steele, prepare to be dazzled.  Just as soon as I can remember the moves." Laura laughed.

    "Like riding a bike, Laura."

    "I'll be riding the bike, I think you were just riding a speed boat."

    "Well, that remains to be seen.  Show me."

    Laura smiled, and stepped up to the plate.

    To Be Continued...No Really!