An Addition
to The Steele That Wouldn’t Die Part 2
By:
Phaedra Phelan
E-mail: PrissyBNY@aol.com
Summary: What happened with Remington and Laura when the Keys matter was
finally resolved at Las Hades.
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When
it came to light that Norman Keyes had faked his death to implicate Remington
Steele, everything was cleared in regard to Remington. They
were suddenly free to explore their own mysteries again and they wanted more
than anything to be alone with each other.
“Laura, I want more than anything to have a wedding night with you in
this fabulous place. Do you think that is possible
finally?”
“I
hope so,” Laura responded.
“Then
we will have to get rid of Mildred and Tony. I want to
be alone with you, love.”
“Mildred
is not a problem. I’ll fix that.”
“And
I would tell Anthony except he might pick up some very negative vibes from me. I just don’t trust him . . . with you or with
anything. He strikes me as a man with no principles .
. . and a liar.”
Antony
Roselli approached Remington and Laura as they were
in conversation.
“Well,
since the Keyes matter is resolved, we have a last night to enjoy Las Hades. What are we going to do?” Roselli was obviously thinking of group activity.
“Tony,
Remington and I are going to steal some much-needed private time. We will see you and Mildred tomorrow afternoon when we
leave for the airport.”
“We’re
going to have to put out the ‘do not disturb’ sign, Antony. I am sure you will find something to amuse yourself this
evening.”
Remington’s
eyes revealed that he was clearly not amused with Roselli
and Roselli in turn picked up on the mood of the Steeles and realized that this was a non-negotiable
situation. As
Remington
and Laura walked away from him hand in hand, he watched them, but he was
helpless, boxed out this time.
“That
bloke is after your arse, Laura,” Remington
muttered. “I’ll wager he hit on you when
you were in that jungle together.”
“Yes,
he did. But I didn’t reciprocate and he left me
alone. He didn’t touch me.”
Laura paused for a moment. “You really
are jealous, aren’t you?”
“I
admit it. I wanted to do him bodily harm when you
walked in with him.” Remington’s blue eyes
blazed.
“You’re
so handsome when you’re angry,” Laura teased him.
“Come with me and I’ll give you something put that out of
your mind. I want to be with my husband tonight. Believe me, I
know what I’ve been missing.”
“And
so do I,” Remington answered as he opened the door to their rooms and
closed it behind them. “I’ve been climbing
the walls for need of you, Laura.”
Remington
took Laura into his arms and kissed her hard on her mouth.
“You
know how I am, Laura. I am so randy and I’ve
been without you. I am in agony for you, woman. I am in such agony. I want to be
patient, to take my time, but it is so difficult.”
There
was ice cold champagne, caviar, cheeses and fresh strawberries on a table in
the center of the living room. And he had arranged for
beautiful bouquets of fresh flowers everywhere.
“Everything
is beautiful, Remington, so beautiful.”
“It
pales in comparison to you, Laura.”
They
sat down together and Remington poured champagne for both of
them and they sampled the delicacies that were laid out for them.
“Laura,
I don’t want to act like a wild man, but that is what I feel like at this
moment. What would you like to do now? I’m here . . . your husband, your lover, your
man.”
Laura
sat back and enjoyed looking at her handsome husband. He
was flushed deeply and seemed to exude his need for her from every pore as he
gazed at her.
“I
wish there were music and we could dance together,” Laura said.
Remington
got up and went over and turned on the stereo system and Sinatra started to
sing “How Deep Is the Ocean? He held out his
hand to Laura and they began to dance slowly
together.
“Do
you know what these words mean to me, Laura? I brought
this tape from home to play on our honeymoon. I cannot
fathom the depth of what I feel for you. It is beyond
all telling,
beyond any words that I can speak.”
“I
know. I feel the same thing. When
we touch like this, I lose myself entirely. I want you
so . . . without reservation, Remy. It seemed as if we
would never get to this point, but we are here, aren’t we?”
“Yes,
we are truly here at last. I thought that I would lose
my mind before we found ourselves at this point.”
Remington
drew her even closer and began to kiss her lips again and again as the music
continued, his features flushed as his desire escalated powerfully.
How
much do I love you?
I’ll tell you no lie.
How deep is the ocean?
How high is the sky?
How many times a day
Do I think of you?
How many roses are
Sprinkled with dew?
How far would I travel
To be where you are?
How far is the journey
From here to a star?
Remington
bent to kiss Laura passionately as they danced to Sinatra’s words. He gripped her hips and drew her up even closer to him,
groaning her name.
And
if I ever lost you
How much would I cry?
How deep is the ocean?
How high is the sky?
“I
would truly cry if I lost you, Laura. I wouldn’t
be able to stop myself from crying for you.”
Remington’s
nostrils flared as he held her tightly up against his excited flesh and bent to
kiss her lips again and again. When Laura swooned in
his arms and then held on to him for dear life, his mouth possessed hers in a
kiss so passionate that they both ended up clinging to each other, his flesh
throbbing against her.
“Oh,
Laura . . . Laura,” he groaned. “These
words are my words that I have not been able to utter to you.
They are my words to you, Laura. Do you believe
that these are my words to you?”
“Yes,
yes! Just hold me and kiss me the way that you do,
Remy,” Laura begged.
They
continued to dance, kissing passionately over and over as the music continued
but Remington growled softly as his flesh gave way
completely in the rigid excitement that Laura knew so well.
“Oh,
Remington, Remington,” Laura sighed as she felt his distended parts
against hers and her knees went weak as water. “I
don’t think I can keep on dancing like this.”
“Love,
when you’re excited, your legs just give out, don’t they?”
“Yes,
yes, Remy,”
Laura
swooned in his arms and Remington caught her hips up to his rigid flesh.
“I’ll
take care of you, darling.”
Remington
picked Laura up in his arms, carried her into the bedroom and laid her on the
bed. There they undressed each other feverishly and
then they lay together, embracing passionately, touching each other all over,
till they reached the point where they could no longer hold back from one
another. Remington kissed Laura upon her breasts,
gently sucking their dainty nipples till she cried out in ecstasy, her hands
fluttering as she trembled in his arms.
“Remy,
baby . . . Remy,” Laura sighed.
She
welcomed him, offering herself to him and Remington fell upon her, kissing her
belly and her thighs.
“Laura
. . . beautiful . . . Laura,” he murmured as he gazed at her presenting
herself to him in this way.
“Please
take me now, Remy. I need you to help me. I want to help you. I’m
your woman. Take me now.”
He
mounted her and entered her so powerfully that at that moment Laura cried out loud and shook helplessly in instant rapture.
“Oh,
Remy! Remy! My
husband!”
“I’m
here, love. I’m here. Laura
. . .”
They
fell into their rhythm of coitus, Remington gasping and groaning as he took his
wife, rocking to and fro inside her, pleasuring her as
he plunged all the way into the depths of her.
They
had been together many times but none exactly like this one as Remington
claimed her finally as his wife.
“Yes,
Remy. Don’t hold back! Please! Don’t hold back!”
“Take
it easy, Laura. We don’t have to rush. We have all night.”
“I
want you so. I can’t help it. Oh,
Remy!”
“Don’t
rush, love. Shush . . . shush. It’s
all right, love. Oh, my God, darling, we will be here
all night long.”
Remington
continued to rock with abandon on her and Laura let the pleasure of the moment
penetrate all the way to the depths of her soul.
They
gazed at each other as the perfect joining of their parts brought them a
pleasure so intense that they gasped and groaned out loud.
When
suddenly Laura felt the bottom drop out and her pelvis began to spasm again,
she gripped Remington, her nails digging into him dragging long welts into his
shoulders, her eyes
darting back and forth uncontrollably in her head.
“Oh,
Remy, Remy, Yes! Yes!”
“Dear
Lord!” Remington cried out.
He
felt as if his testicles were going to explode and then suddenly there was the
release, the exhilaration as he ejaculated into the depths of her.
“Oh,
my God! Laura, my wife!” he croaked out loud as the electricity of the orgasm surged through his
belly from his head to his toes.
“Remy,
Remy, husband, hold me, hold me tight!”
Laura
was shaking and trembling in Remington’s arms, her eyes rolling back into
her head as she gasped and groaned his name.
“It’s
all right, babe . . . it’s . . . it’s all right. You’re
. . . beautiful!”
Remington’s
and Laura’s pelvic spasms came in concert as the climax rolled over them
and his semen continued to come in powerful spurts that went on and on till
they lay finally in each others arms in a dreamlike
afterglow together till Remington groaned out loud again because his parts were
swelling inside her anew.
“Lau
. . . ra! Lau . . . ra!”
“Oh,
Remy . . . Remy,” Laura sighed as he kissed her over and over and took
for himself her again.
Remington
rolled onto his back and held Laura’s hips as she rode atop him while
they gazed at each other as their bodies moved in the rhythm that they knew so
well.
“I
want a baby with you, Laura? Tell me you want to have
a baby with me.”
“Yes,
I do. I want a baby. I want your
baby.”
Laura
put her hands on her belly and rubbed it. In response
Remington drew Laura down onto his chest and their lips met in passionate
open-mouthed kiss after kiss as they drank hungrily from one another.
They
were coming to climax again and there was nothing they could do to hold it back
as they shook and trembled when wave after wave of ecstasy surged in them.
“Dear
Lord, woman! Dear Lord!”
“Yes! Yes! Oh, Remy, Remy,” Laura
wailed his name as he held her onto his chest.
When
the wonderful release rippled through them, they were left in a daze, sweating
in the tropical heat, sinking into the afterglow again.
“Do
you know when I began to love you, Laura?”
“No,
when?”
“When
we were in the limo being chased by those brutes from South Africa during that
first case and I caught the scent of the perfume you wear mingled with your
lovely personal scent. I wanted to kiss you then and
there. Your lips were there, tantalizing me and I was
having the most amazing reaction in my flesh.”
“I
knew that you were not just going to be a passing fancy when you became
Remington Steele. I wanted you so badly that it
frightened me. I was afraid that I was going to lose
all self-control when we were together, and the desire just wouldn’t go
away. When you kissed my hand that night . . .”
“So
here we are . . . man and wife, Laura. Mildred says
that our marriage is as ‘legal as hell’ in her words.”
“I
want it to be legal. I was angry with you . . . but I
couldn’t let you slip through my fingers. We had
been sleeping together off and on for several weeks and then finally we were
practically living together. I need you like I need to
breathe, Remy. I can’t breathe if I don’t
have you.” Laura’s voice broke and she
began to cry in Remington’s arms.
“Darling,
you have me. I’m completely and totally yours .
. . my heart, my mind, my flesh.”
“Your
beautiful . . . periscope,” Laura whispered softly in his ear. “I love it . . . so very much.”
Remington
flushed at Laura’s words and kissed her again and drew her even closer
into his arms, wrapping his arms tightly around her and kissing her over and
over. Drawing the silken sheets up over them, they
continued to kiss tenderly as they lay together till
they both dropped off to sleep.
When
they wakened several hours later, Remington reached for Laura in their bed and
finding and touching her, he embraced her and drew her close to him. The scent of her hair, the scent of her perfume and the
scent that was Laura permeated the bed linen and he luxuriated in the sensation
it produced in him.
Laura
stirred and cuddled closer to him, rubbing his chest and belly. This was what she loved about being with Remington . . .
the early morning hours when they lay together touching and rubbing and
squeezing till they would come together again. He was
always ready for her, his body ready to give her pleasure, even when he was
half-asleep.
“Darling,
will you wake up and let me love you again?” he whispered. “It’s only four a.m. but my flesh is craving
you so, love.”
“Umm,
yes, Remy. Hold me and touch me . . . make love to
me.”
Remington
caressed her intimate parts and Laura moaned and moaned as he found the center
of her pleasure and brought her passions to a fever pitch.
“Such
loveliness . . . hidden away . . . just for you and me. Oh,
dear Lord . . .”
“Oh,
Remy . . . Remy. . .”
Laura
was in ecstasy, her body quivering and shaking as he pleasured her this way and
Remington kissed her mouth and her neck and her shoulders and then all over her
face again as she moaned in his arms.
“Please
don’t stop, Remy. Please don’t
stop,” she wailed into the darkened room.
“I’m
here, darling. Dear God, woman, I will always be here
for you.”
He
pushed deep into her and Laura shook all over as he came all the way into her,
gripping and scratching the smooth flesh of his back as she literally saw
stars.
They
were completely unrestrained as they cried out into the darkness of the
tropical night, their passions at full tilt as the climax swept them again and
they finally were left panting and
gasping again.
“Thank
you, Laura. Thank you,” Remington whispered as
he held her.
They
drifted and drifted till they fell asleep again. It
was early in the morning when they wakened again. This
time Laura wakened first, a bit disoriented at first. She
slipped out of bed and went to the bathroom where she looked at herself in the
mirror and saw the evidence of Remington loving her all over her face. She had wanted and needed this night so badly.
She
realized that Remington had come into the bathroom with her. He
relieved himself and then turned to Laura and kissed her tenderly.
“Good
morning, love. You are so beautiful like this. I love waking up in bed with you. Please,
let’s sleep together some more.”
He
took her by the hand and led her back to bed and they lay down together in each
others arms but they did not
sleep, as the powerful urges swept over them again.
“Oh,
God, woman, I want you. I need you so.”
They
lay facing each other and their legs entwined so that they came together on
their sides, gazing at each other in the early morning light as they joined.
Remington
caressed her breasts and the rest of her body as they lay like this. She was rubbing his chest, touching and pinching his flat
nipples, exciting him at her every touch.
Remington
moaned softly, gasping her name as they gently moved in concert. And then the powerful spasms seized them and they saw
stars again.
They
slept again and it was only hunger that wakened them later in the morning.
Laura
lay in bed and watched Remington as he moved about the room. He
was naked and totally unselfconscious of his masculine
beauty as he put their things together.
“Oh,
you’re awake, darling. Are you as hungry as I
am?”
Laura
smiled at him.
“I
am starved, Remy, but I love looking at you naked.”
“Well,
I just ordered breakfast. They should be along in the
next fifteen minutes. I love lookin’
at you in the buff, too, but I don’t want to share your lovely gifts with
Las Hades room service, so I advise you to slip on your robe.”
Laura
pulled a robe on and got ready to eat just as the bell ring with breakfast.
Remington
welcomed the room service server who sat up a sumptuous breakfast in their room
with all sorts of tropical fruits and baked confections and a large pot of
black coffee.
They
sat and ate together on the same side of the table, feeding each other.
“I
love to watch you eat, Laura. You have such a healthy
appetite.”
“I
am ravenous after the night we shared. I don’t
know where you get your energy.”
“I
have great deal stored up, love. I promise to always
be at the ready, to have ‘my tip up,’ so to speak.”
Laura
leaned onto his chest, smiling boldly at him, enjoying the sight of him
unshaven, hair tousled, his manly chest mostly visible, his slim muscular legs
with their adornment of silky hair crossed in typical masculine fashion.
“Is
your ‘tip up’ now?”
Remington’s
blue eyes burned hot and his nostrils flared gently.
“I
suggest you go on a fact-finding expedition, love,” he said softly.
”And
if I find what I’m looking for?”
“There’s
no question as to what you will find, Laura. The
question is whether you will attend to it in your inimitable fashion?”
Laura pulled the belt of his robe and it fell open, revealing
long red welts on his shoulders as well as his state of readiness.
“I
didn’t mean to scratch you like this,” Laura said, tenderly
touching the angry red scratches.
“I
didn’t feel it. I was in such an ecstasy,
darling. I will proudly carry your passion marks on my
body. They will join the bite marks on my clavicle
that you have left, won’t they?”
“Yes,
I’m afraid they will, because I can’t help biting you
sometimes.”
Remington
leaned forward and kissed her lips tenderly, but thoroughly and then his
passions took him over completely and he hungrily devoured her mouth with his,
his hands pushing her robe away from her shoulders and off her so that she was
nearly naked as he drew her into his arms. He flushed
darkly, his eyes full of his desire for her, as all restraint left him.
“Please
. . . please . . . Laura? You are the only one that
can take care of me, lassie. God, I missed you so! I can’t go on without you. Do
you believe me, woman?”
“Remy
. . . yes! Yes!”
Remington
ravished her, roughly claiming her mouth again, snatching her robe completely
from her and tossing it to the floor as he held her. Then
he picked his wife up in his arms and took her back to their
bed and ravished her like a crazy man.
At
noon Remington and Laura met Mildred and the three of them headed to the
airport and home to Los Angeles.
END