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 gazed down at Remington and expelled a breath. Like riding a bike her ass! Well, she'd never heard Wilson complain about her lovemaking techniques, but she had the feeling comparing Wilson to Remington would be the equivalent of a Porsche to her Volkswagen Rabbit.
"Porsche...there is no substitute," Laura mimicked the old catch phrase aloud.
"Beg pardon?"
"I'll tell you later," Laura promised and sat up on her knees beside him.
Her challenge was giving Remington something to write home about, or at least to Daniel if he felt so inclined. Ok, maybe not Daniel. Laura thought as she began doing all the things to him that she'd dreamed about. For the past six months, Laura's mind had concocted numerous scenarios between them. She started by just touching him everywhere she'd wanted but never dared. First stop was his face, his beautifully, sculpted face. Laura ran her fingers along his jaw line and over his lips. She giggled when he opened his mouth and captured her finger. Next Laura ran her hands repeatedly over his hairy chest.
"You don't know how often I've thought about doing this," Laura admitted.
"However much it was I'm sure I thought about it more," he said deeply.
She ran her hand over his chiseled stomach and down his thighs. She slowly investigated every part of him, except THAT part of him. She could tell every time she slowed that he was anticipating the final contact. But then she'd move her hand and feel him tense. The longer she explored, the more relaxed and powerful she felt.
"L-A-U-R-A!" Remington warned through clenched teeth.
"What? You can't expect me to rush through this. I mean, it's been a long time coming," she grinned innocently.
"I suppose you've never skipped straight to the end of a new book, eh?" Remington moaned audibly.
"Nope," Laura smiled sweetly, and then covered him with her hand.
"Lucky me," he said, hoarsely.
"Do you have a name I could use? I feel silly calling you Mr. Steele or Remington right now.
"Laura, when I met you I had five passports, remember? If I knew my real name, I'd gladly give it to you," he grinned. "What's your fantasy lover's name?"
"Remington Steele," Laura laughed.
"Really? Well that's good enough for me,"
"In that case, Remington Steele, would you make love to me, now?"
"For as long as I can remember, I've thought of nothing else," he admitted. "Do you know how long I've wanted to see you naked beneath me?"
"Impressive huh," Laura said in a rush of self-consciousness.
"Laura, I love you, how can you doubt my desire for you. All of you?"
"I don't, not anymore. I guess I'm just being foolish." Laura admitted, shyly.
Remington decided to show Laura just how beautiful she was. He kissed her deeply and consistently until he felt her relax under him. Soon they were caught up in a web of desire that neither could escape from and by the time he entered her, they were both at a feverish pitch.
He was silent for a few moments as he concentrated on not ending things before they began. He wasn't a Priest when he met Laura. He'd sampled a great number of desserts since his arrival in L.A., but the last few months of self-imposed celibacy were taking its toll. He prayed Laura was almost there, because he was close to the edge. He flipped Laura over and positioned her on his lap. He was rewarded a few minutes later when she clenched her legs around his waist and grasped his arms.
"It's ok, I'm right behind you," Remington promised.
Laura felt herself bursting from within, and thought she'd pass out from the intensity of it. Over and over she felt herself crashing until finally, the tide subsided. She stayed upright until she felt Remington stiffen and call out her name, then collapsed against his chest in a heap.
"No, it wasn't," Laura panted some time later.
"Hmm? Wasn't what?" he said, raggedly.
"Wasn't that bad." Laura reminded him.
"Steele, at your service," he replied in his exaggerated butler voice before pulling her in front of him.
They laid there in satiated silence while Remington stroked her arm. Laura settled back against him and let out a blissful sigh before she drifted off into an exhausted slumber. Remington heard her even breathing and mouthed the words, "I love you" before he allowed himself to fall asleep.