Crazy After All These Years-an addition
- Part Three
- by Andrea
Author's note: This
is a work of fiction and is intended for entertainment purposes
only. No copyright infringement on characters and situations
owned by MTM Productions is intended. This story is rated NC17
in some places, so if you are too young to read this, or offended
by this type of material, click on "BACK" now!
This addition takes place at the very end of the episode and
presupposes that Laura might accept Remington's compromise deal
of six months of his life for one night of hers. During the episode
a reference is made to an ancestral ghost in Remington's family,
who re-appears at the end. A reminder that this episode was only
the 16th episode aired, and so many other characters, situations
and events familiar to RS fans have not been introduced into
the ongoing plot. I owe thanks to Jax, Nancy, Fodor travel guides
and `Wine For Dummies' for their research assistance.
- This part rated NC-17!!!!!
Your feedback is appreciated!
The music ended and the stereo quietly clicked off. Remington
waited a few seconds to see what Laura would do next, which turned
out to be nothing. Needing to get something going, he guided
Laura to the couch and they sat down, his arm around her shoulders.
Laura's head swam with the torrent of emotions that she tried
to sort out. She had to admit that Remington had been honest,
if not entertaining, with his six months' story. The positive
effects of the Colonel's teachings were evident in everything
about him, and now she had to decide whether her future could
handle a new, intimate element.
"Laura, under most circumstances I'm a very patient man,
but when are you going to tell me where we stand now?"
"I'm sorry. I think the champagne has really slowed down
Remington smiled. "But aren't you accustomed to deciding
something promptly once the facts are in place? You can't tell
me that you've lasted this long in this business without making
"That's true enough."
"As I recall, you certainly made a decision, and ran with
it, I might say, about that calculus professor, hmm?"
Laura smiled at him. Did he remember everything she told him?
Remington's expression became serious. "Laura, I know we
haven't known each other very long. I know very little about
your past, about how you grew up, or about any of the men in
your life. You've told me bits and pieces here and there, and
I'd be interested to know all these things someday, but they
wouldn't change the way I feel about you."
Laura swallowed hard as he continued. "I think perhaps there
is one thing that you know about me, and that is that once I've
made my mind up about something, there's very little that can
change it. Many times in my life I've had to make a snap decision
based on whatever information I had at hand, sometimes in order
to save my skin. I've learned not to ruminate too long on any
decision, and once I've decided I don't look back." He drilled
Laura with his gaze. "May I tell you what I've decided about
Laura nodded slowly, certain that she knew what he was leading
"I want you, Laura. I've wanted you since the day that stuffed
shirt Ben Pearson walked into your office. The moment I laid
eyes on you, my decision was made. Even if I had followed the
Royal Lavulite to San Francisco, I would have been back eventually.
But as soon as Hunter was in custody, my fate was sealed."
He smiled to himself as a thought struck him. "Do you know
what Felicia told me when I didn't give her the warm reception
she expected when she snuck in here?"
Laura unconsciously gritted her teeth at the mention of the conniving
blonde. "She said there was something different about me,
that I seemed `smitten'."
Laura was not sure how to interpret that statement, so she said
Remington took one of her hands in his. "I don't want to
pressure you, Laura, I just want you to know how I feel. My word
is my bond and I've upheld my end of the bargain; I hope that
you will honor yours. But if you won't, or can't, I won't make
you stay. If you decide that you want to go home now, and remain
my impossible challenge, I won't stop you."
Laura still could not find the words to express herself. She
did not want to admit the fears that kept rising to the surface.
"So, is this good night, or will you stay?"
"I'm not ready to leave yet."
"Good, good. I'm glad, because I'm still not sure whether
you believed my story. What do your detective's instincts tell
"I think everything you told me did happen."
"I hoped that eventually you would decide that. Don't deny
those instincts, Laura. They've taken you a long way."
"My instincts weren't so good concerning Gordon Hunter."
Well, now, who would have ever thought that he would become so
desperate as to try to take the jewels himself? And perhaps my
presence was a bit distracting." He grinned wickedly and
Laura gave him a playful shove. "From what I've seen so
far your instincts are quite remarkable, Laura. Your track record
for solving cases reinforces that. You shouldn't ignore them
under any circumstances. So what is your gut feeling right now?"
Laura made herself look steadily into his eyes and saw only complete
openness there. She finally shed her inhibitions like a heavy
coat. She knew what her gut feeling had always been, and she
wasn't going to fight it anymore. "This," she whispered,
as she grasped his head with both hands and pulled his lips to
Remington was not going to give Laura a chance to hesitate anymore
and gently eased her down onto the couch. Laura swung her legs
up onto the couch and Remington stretched himself alongside her,
his hands tangling in her soft hair. He moved his lips over Laura's,
gently coaxing her teeth apart with his tongue, and was pleasantly
surprised to meet hers halfway.
Laura clawed at Remington's sweater, breaking their kiss long
enough to get it over his head, and on to the carpet. She yanked
at his shirt buttons in a building frenzy.
Remington got up on his knees, straddled Laura's thighs and grasped
her wrists firmly. "Whoa, Laura, slow down," he chuckled.
"We have all the time in the world." His expression
softened. "Let's savor the moment, shall we?"
Laura smiled sheepishly. Remington bent over her again, pushing
her arms over her head and gently pinning her wrists to the couch.
He kissed her hair, her forehead, her nose and worked his way
over to her earlobe. Laura's whole body tingled, even as she
realized that she still had all her clothes on. Her self control
was ebbing and her arousal rising with each kiss.
Still holding her wrists in place, Remington placed a knee between
Laura's. Her legs spread apart of their own volition to accommodate
him, and Laura groaned inwardly as Remington's growing erection
brushed her leg. It simultaneously astounded her and pleased
her that she could arouse him this much.
Remington released his grip on Laura's wrists, lightly running
his hands down her arms and then her sides. Laura squirmed under
his touch. Her hands now free, she went to work on his shirt
buttons, as efficiently as her shaking hands could manage. A
glimpse here and there of Mr. Steele in his bathrobe had made
Laura anxious to see more.
Remington bent to kiss her again and Laura took the opportunity
to slide the shirt off his shoulders. He shook one arm and then
the other out of the sleeves. Laura's hands immediately went
to his chest, cautiously and then more boldly exploring his matted
dark hair. She ran her hands up to his shoulders and then slowly
up and down his long arms, finally reaching around to his smooth
back. She closed her eyes to enable her sense of touch to be
heightened. Laura recalled those times when she had had her arms
around him and had gotten just a brief touch of his muscular
back through his clothes. Now her hands satisfied their curiosity
as they tactilely studied him.
Remington broke their kiss to watch Laura's face, her eyes still
closed in concentration as her hands wandered.
"Perhaps you'd like to move somewhere a little more comfortable,
Laura's eyes opened halfway, almost trance-like. Remington gestured
toward the bedroom door with his head when he had her attention.
Laura's hands did not leave his back as she vigorously shook
her head. She did not want anything to break her resolve to make
the most of these moments, and that resolve might crumble if
she were interrupted to move to the other room.
Remington grinned at her determination. "Very well. We'll
stay right here. I imagine there's enough room."
Laura did not have the nerve to admit that previously she had
mentally calculated the available space here. And the size of
his office couch, for that matter.
"If we're staying put then two things have got to go."
Without taking his eyes off of Laura, Remington pushed the glass
coffee table out the way with a couple of well-placed shoves
of his foot.
Laura watched his face and finally found her voice. "And
the other?" she asked.
"Your sweater," he whispered, as he pressed his lips
to hers. His hands found the edge of her sweater and Laura's
nerve endings jumped to attention as his fingers grazed her warm
sides, heading north.
Laura looped her arms around his neck, emphasizing her need to
give him unrestricted access. It was now her turn to explore
his mouth with her tongue, as he readily opened his to hers.
Remington slid one finger under the edge of Laura's bra and her
body lifted to his, begging for more. He teased her mercilessly
by lightly tracing a line around the silky edges. As Laura gave
up a moan she could no longer suppress, Remington pressed his
left hand over her breast and released the bra clasp with his
right. Laura pulled herself up off the couch slightly and Remington
pulled the sweater and everything else over her head.
Laura settled back against the pillows, her arms again over her
head as she lay before him. Remington paused, awestruck for a
moment, at the site of Laura opening herself to him. Without
conscious thought his hands went to her breasts, thumbs urging
her nipples to dark pink hardness.
Laura tried to levitate herself off the couch in the ecstasy
of his touch. She grasped his head and directed his mouth to
her aching breasts. Obligingly he gently licked one nipple and
then the other as Laura writhed beneath him. He sucked hard on
one as his hand kneaded the just-right handful of the other breast.
Laura could not stand much more of this incredible arousal, and
she was going to need fulfillment soon.
Desperate to move in that direction, Laura reached for her own
pants button and undid it and the zipper.
Remington stopped what he doing and looked at Laura. "Really
now, are we in that great a hurry?" he joked, but when he
recognized the burning in Laura's eyes, he paused. "Please,
He moved to kneel on the floor beside the couch and swung Laura's
legs toward him. He removed her shoes and socks and then ran
his hands up her legs. The faint muskiness of her arousal tickled
Remington put Laura's feet on the carpet on either side of him
and moved toward her waistband. Laura raised up her hips as he
slid her slacks and panties down to the carpet. Laura made herself
relax as well as she could against the pillows.
Remington lightly ran one hand up Laura's right leg, lightly
stroking the inside of her thigh. He placed hot kisses on the
inside of her left leg, moving slowly toward the center of Laura's
Laura was quickly going mad with desire as Remington seemed to
be taking entirely too long to touch her where she needed him
most. Just when she thought she might need to show him what she
wanted, he put her legs over either of his shoulders and sat
back on his heels.
His hands slid under Laura to knead her backside, his fingers
gradually working their way around to her vagina. He gently stroked
her swollen lips, and Laura jerked involuntarily at the sensations
that flooded her.
Suddenly Remington's tongue replaced his fingers as he spread
Laura's legs apart. He leaned into the couch, probing deeper
with his tongue, sliding over her clitoris and sucking it lightly.
Laura thrashed against the pillows, her thighs squeezing Remington
in an erotic headlock. Before she could realize what was happening,
the first wave of her orgasm crashed over her and she screamed
unintelligibly. Remington did not let up, and Laura vainly tried
to cling to the couch fabric as wave after wave of ecstasy carried
After she returned to consciousness, Laura lay back in the corner
of the couch, physically and emotionally drained. Her mind was
incapable of processing what had just happened, and so it wandered
and swirled out of control.
Eventually Laura was dimly aware of the feel of Remington's hot
kisses moving up her body, through the valley between her breasts,
until she tasted her own wetness when his lips met hers.
When Laura had the strength to open her eyes, Remington's intensely
blue gaze filled her field of vision. She smiled weakly and he
grinned at her, obviously pleased with her reactions.
Still kneeling on the floor, Remington straightened up and pulled
Laura up with him. He pressed her body against his and reveled
in the sensation of her breasts against his chest, his lips to
hers. Laura's hand went to Remington's front, gently rubbing
up and down his erection. Remington groaned into her mouth, coming
close to losing what control he had left. She quickly unbuckled
his belt and unzipped his trousers, reaching around to enjoy
the sensation of his backside wrapped in black silk.
Remington stood up as Laura pushed his pants and boxers to the
floor. She helped out of his shoes as he yanked his feet free.
Laura leaned back on the couch, admiring the sight of her Mr.
Steele in all his nakedness, his erection beckoning her and his
eyes filled with desire. Laura tentatively wrapped one hand around
his hardness, and he moaned low in his throat. Emboldened, Laura
cupped his balls with the other hand and bent forward to lick
the tip. Remington moaned louder and Laura took the tip in her
mouth, lightly grazing it with her teeth.
Remington grasped Laura's hair with both hands, willing himself
to hold on just a bit longer. This felt so good that he didn't
want Laura to stop, but his control was slipping fast.
Laura took more of him in her mouth, running her tongue along
the underside and squeezing the remaining shaft she could not
She looked up at him, still holding him with two hands.
"I can't hold out any longer. You're driving me mad. I've
got to have you, now."
Laura straightened up as Remington dropped to his knees again.
He again picked up Laura's legs, this time wrapping them around
his hips. With his last ounce of control Remington willed himself
to slowly enter Laura, wanting to bring her to orgasm with him,
if at all possible.
Laura tried to relax her muscles as she anxiously anticipated
his penetration. She clung to his shoulders as Remington slid
in farther, doing everything he could to prolong their pleasure.
"More," Laura whispered hoarsely, pushing her hips
forward to pull him in deeper. Remington moaned again with the
sensation of Laura's muscles gripping him. She tightened her
hold around his shaft rhythmically, causing the last of Remington's
control to evaporate.
He rubbed Laura's bud with a thumb as his thrusts increased in
tempo. Laura dug into his shoulders and squeezed her legs around
his backside, holding him close and forcing him to move in quick,
"Oh, god, Lauraaa.now," he grunted, his body stiffening
suddenly as he exploded into her. He went rigid for a few seconds,
then renewed his fast tempo as he tried to bring her with him.
The look on Remington's face when he came sent Laura over the
edge, and her orgasm burst before her as she arched her back,
and then collapsed against him.
Panting, his head bowed, Remington leaned against Laura and they
fell back against the couch. Laura held his head against her
chest as their bodies recovered.
Several minutes later Remington heaved himself up on his elbows,
his features exhausted. Laura tenderly brushed the damp hair
away from his face.
"Laura, that was fantastic, beyond what mere words can describe."
He grimaced. "But I believe my knees have carpet burns."
Laura laughed and kissed him hungrily. She studied his face for
a long moment, and kissed him again.
"I think I came out ahead in this arrangement tonight,"
Remington looked puzzled. "How do you figure that?"
"Well, not only have I learned a small bit of your mysterious
past, but I've also made love with a wonderful man with incredible
abilities. I don't suppose the Colonel had anything to do with
that, or did he?"
Remington grinned. "Oh, no, no, that's another chapter all
"Perhaps I should take advantage of your candid mood this
evening," she teased.
"I could reveal some more interesting information, perhaps
if I were properly persuaded." He reached for Laura's breast
and fondled it gently. "But I'm not saying another word
until I get up off this floor and move to some place more comfortable,"
he said with mock severity.
Laura helped him up and he offered his hand to pull her up off
the couch. She started to move away but Remington pulled her
to him. He held her naked body against his and looked deep into
her eyes. Laura felt that now familiar floating sensation as
he bent his head to kiss her deeply. Laura's arms went around
his neck, not wanting to release him, ever.
When they finally separated, Remington smiled. "Now can
we move into the other room?"
Laura took his hand and led him to the bedroom. Tomorrow she
would face the music, but for tonight, this was the only place
she wanted to be.
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