Sensitive Steele
- A Continuation in Four Parts
NC-17
Author's Notes: I got this
back from my lovely beta Sue the same day that my grandfather
died. So, I let
it sit in my inbox for a while. Special thanks to Sue for her
input and eagle eyes for typos. I really
appreciate it. Comments are greatly appreciated.
Ok to archive, Nancy.
Timeline: Immediately following
Sensitive Steele (It is helpful if you have recently seen the
episode. I'm
sure you'll find the time to dedicate yourself to this mission.)
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Part 1 of 4
What
had started out as one of the worst weeks, relationship-wise,
for the famous duo was about to
explode into a weekend of passion. Had Laura known the course
of events, she may have dodged the opportunity
as she had so expertly done in the past. As it was, Remington's
offer was the one he'd made countless
times before. Little did they know that nothing would interrupt
their journey as both had come to expect...
***
"You know, we could drive
up the coast a ways, maybe stop at a winery or two," Remington
said as he pulled
the auburn out of the luxury spa.
"I would have that you'd had enough of the coast for a while, Mr. Steele," Laura answered.
"Well, I wouldn't say
that, Miss Holt. Perhaps a small holiday somewhere more suitable
would help us forget
the last few days."
"Hmmm... maybe you're right," she said, unexpectedly to Remington's ears.
"Separate rooms optional..." He prompted.
"Just drive," Laura shot back at his suggestion.
***
La Luna Hotel
Pismo Beach, CA
"This is exquisite," Laura beamed as she and Remington walked into their ocean-view suite.
"I must say I agree..."
Remington said as he watched Laura open the French doors leading
out to their forth
floor balcony. "I'd say the view is ravishing," he said
to himself.
"What was that?" Laura asked as she walked back into the room.
"Oh, nothing. Just agreeing with you."
"This was a good idea,
you know," she said as she approached him. "Maybe we
can... start over from the
other day," she said and tilted her head as if to ask for
a kiss.
"Other day?" he said, staring at her inviting lips.
"Before those horrible classes..." she said, still waiting for the kiss.
"Seminars, Miss Holt," he whispered and finally leaned down to press his lips to hers...
***
Looking back on the matter,
Laura would have suggested a momentary lack of reasoning skills
on her part.
Remington would say that it was just meant to be. At any rate,
it was the softest, most romantic kiss that
either had ever shared, and it lasted for endless moments. Contrary
to her nature, Laura had no words to
describe what was transforming inside her. Years later she would
say that something changed inside her, and
she felt she was finally able to let down her guard.
Perhaps it was because they
had never kissed like this, or perhaps it was indeed the ocean
air as
Remington would suggest days later, but they stood in the middle
of their suite, in each other's arms,
sometimes kissing, sometimes holding each other. Thoughts of pulling
away where nowhere to be found in
Laura's mind, and Remington's usual panic as his arousal soared
was also absent.
In silent agreement they finally parted, and Remington led the way into the main bedroom...
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Part 2 of 4
"This is beautiful," Laura said as they entered the large bedroom.
"Yes, the attractions keep improving, I must say," Remington answered.
Laura looked out the window to the beach and tourists four floors below.
"Should we leave the curtains open?" she asked.
"I don't see why not.
No one can see in from this height," he murmured as he walked
up behind her.
He placed a chaste kiss to the top of her head and held her close.
"No, I suppose not," she agreed after a long while.
"Well." he let the question hang over them.
"Well," was her only answer.
"I meant what I said earlier,
Laura. This doesn't have to happen now. We can just enjoy this
lovely
view here." It wasn't a complete lie. He wouldn't push her
into anything she didn't want.
"You know I want it to,
Mr. Steele," she said and then laughed. "Mr. Steele.
I don't even know
what to call you now. Mr. Steele sounds so formal."
"I told you, you can call
me anything you'd like. I've probably used it," he reminded
her of a
long ago conversation. "Besides, I plan to render you speechless
any moment." He kissed the top of her
head again to punctuate his tease.
"I'm trying to be serious
here. What do you want me to call you when we're alone?"
she asked
and turned to face him.
"Hmmm. how about Love?
I suppose I could live with that." He joked but was pleasantly
surprised to find
she liked the idea. Her acceptance of his honesty made it all
the more easy to pull her towards the bed. She
followed him but was stopped short when he sat down. "After
all, that's what we're about to do. It's rather
fitting, don't you think?" He reached for her again.
"I- " his warm hands caressed the back of her thighs, slowly inching upward. "Yes."
"Splendid. Now that that's
settled," he repeated the caress, this time his hands sliding
up and under her
skirt. She wobbled and grasped his shoulders for support as his
fingers teased her panties. "Silk, Laura?"
"That surprises you?"
she hissed as his fingers plunged beneath the fine material. She
ran her fingers
through his hair.
"Nothing you do could
possibly surprise me after today, Laura," he said as he kissed
her. The panties
slipped to the floor, and soon her skirt and thigh-highs followed.
Her sweater and top flew somewhere
east of her other garments and was quickly followed by her practical
bra.
Somehow they ended up on the bed, he, fully clothed, and she, wearing nothing more than him.
"I feel at somewhat of
a disadvantage here." She meant it only half way and ran
her hands through his hair
again.
"Shh. let's not rush this. Trust me, Laura. Lie back."
Laura did as requested and
watched him remove his sweater and t-shirt. His jeans chafed her
sensitive skin, but he left them on for the moment. Dressed only
in his jeans and socks he moved
back to kiss her.
"You're beautiful, Laura,"
he said when their lips finally parted. His kisses moved down
her neck,
her clavicle, her breasts. "So beautiful," he whispered
again and again as he trailed warm kisses
down her stomach. "I want to taste you," and he did,
much to her surprise and secret delight.
He parted her thighs and kissed
each gently, finally turning his attention to where she wanted
him the
most.
***
After the shaking subsided and she could regain her breath she opened her eyes.
"You're still overdressed for this party, Love," she crooned and reached for his fly.
He kissed her then, hard, letting
her taste herself on him, showing her how wonderful it was,
mimicking what was to come later. Finally, he let her up for air
and let her roll him onto his back.
"Button fly, Mr. Steele?"
she asked semi-rhetorically and popped each button, one by one.
Judging by his strained expression, not quickly enough. She pulled
the jeans down his body and
watched as he expertly toed his socks off. He caught her 'I don't
even want to know look' and gave
her a smile. His briefs came next, and she was mindful of his
erection. He toed those off, too.
"Why do I get the feeling
you've done this before," she said as she watched him kick
his underwear
across the room.
"Lau-ra," he sing-songed.
"I've not kept anything from you. You know my past. All I
can ask of you
is that you trust that I'm exactly where I want to be. With you."
"In bed."
"Yes, well." he glanced down at himself.
She gently pushed him down
onto the comforter. "Stay," was her only command, and
he followed her
lead, letting her do what he'd done moments before. He watched
her through hooded eyes as she
seemingly kissed every inch of his neck, his chest, his stomach.
And just when it felt like she was
taking forever, she grasped him.
"You don't have to-"
he choked out as she held him. His eyes finally closed as she
pressed her lips to
him. He understood moments later that her inquiries into his sexual
history were only teases. Her mouth
and hands moved skillfully over him, quickly bringing him to release.
Panting and trembling, he hadn't even
had time to think about asking her to stop.
"Just returning the favor," she whispered as she snuggled into his side.
"Give me a few minutes, Laura..." he panted."I'm not as young as I used to be."
"You're the one who said
you're not in a rush. I'm not either. Might as well take full
advantage of the
afternoon." She drew imaginary circles on his chest.
"I never -" he tried again to explain but she silenced him with a kiss.
"Just accept it, Love. We have all afternoon."
Part 3 of 4
Not intending to, they slept
until dusk. It could have been the fact that they were comfortable
where
they were, she tucked into his body, his warm limbs surrounding
her. Or, it could have been the fact
that their bodies were temporarily sated, although not completely
satisfied. It could also have been
the fact that they hadn't slept much over the past few days due
to the waking nightmare that was
Freidlich Spa.
Remington thought it must have
been all three because he was the least bit surprised to wake
up and
see the sun about to set. Over Laura's shoulder, over the Pacific
to be exact. A small debate emerged
in his mind over whether or not to call room service or to let
Laura have her way with him again. She
slept on, however, so he gently rolled out of bed to relieve his
bladder and then call for dinner.
Of course, when he returned
from the bathroom Laura was awake, her eyes wide with the obvious
thought
that he'd up and run off during their nap. He watched the thought
pass from her mind as her eyes took
in his body, golden from the sunlight and perpetual tan he seemed
to keep year round.
***
"Hungry? I was about to order some dinner," he said as he quickly crawled back under the covers.
"Don't," she stopped him from pulling up the sheets.
"Ok, well we're bound to get hungry later," he misunderstood.
"No, that's not what I
mean. I meant don't hide yourself from me. You're beautiful, especially
in that light,"
she told him, and he was a little embarrassed but mostly relieved
that she seemed to appreciate his physique.
"Do you really think so?" he asked sincerely.
"Very much so. In fact,
I'd say that this is the perfect light by which we should finally
consummate
this relationship of ours, don't you think?" Teasingly, she
pulled him onto her.
"Uh. I suppose you could
say that, Laura," her legs parted and his thought processes
ceased to operate.
"Damn, wait a minute. "Well, almost.
"Don't worry about it.
It's taken care of." At his
questioning gaze she
mouthed "birth control pills."
He mouthed "ah" back
and kissed her gently. He didn't need much encouragement, but
the way Laura
ran her hands down his back didn't hurt. Finally, her hands settled
on his hips to help guide him into her.
She didn't speak, but he could
read her eyes asking him to take it slowly, to not hurt her. He
tried not
to shake as he rose above her, and whether it was nerves or something
else, he was grateful that she
helped guide him to her. She was slick, and yet it took her a
few moments to adjust to even the
slightest movement. Finally, she yielded to him and he gently
eased into her warm body.
"Relax," she whispered and kissed his ear. "I won't break."
"Good to know," he whispered back but let his body rest atop hers. "Is this alright?"
"It will be once you get a move on," she thrust her hips to emphasize her impatience.
She wrapped her arms around
his neck and his hands tangled in her hair. They barely moved.
His short
thrusts matched by her soft replies undermined the passion within
them, yet they were content to draw out
the moment, especially considering the importance both had placed
upon it.
Again they kissed, long and
soft and deep, and their hips gently rocked against each other.
Long moments
later their lips parted, and Laura bent her knees to angle her
hips just a little. Remington took the
invitation and changed his rhythm, although still not pulling
out more than halfway before gently returning.
If Laura wanted more, she was
keeping quite about it. Little did Remington know that what they
were
doing was working wonders for Laura. The gentle slide of his body
above hers, and the quick yet
no-too-hard pace was touching her in just the right spot with
just the right pressure.
And for his part, Remington
was unusually content with things, thankful that Laura had acted
so
selflessly that afternoon and still in a daze that this moment
was even happening. He now
knew that he wouldn't have been able to contain himself earlier,
and even now he had an itch to push
harder, push faster.
Lost in his thoughts, he almost
missed Laura's gasp. Her hands slid down his back, her thighs
tightened around his hips. These signs he would not have missed.
Her delight in him gave way to
pleasure and then to ecstasy. Her mouth sought his in an urgent
kiss, and then her back arched.
Her body tensed mid-thrust, and then she was quivering around
him. Under him, over him, surrounding
him.
Part 4 of 4
When Remington woke the next
morning the sun had yet to make an appearance, but the sky was
a magnificent blue-orange. This time he found Laura facing him,
her eyes open but glazed in what
he would come to know as her 'morning after daze.
"You're awake," she said, although somewhat muffled speaking to his chest.
He cleared his throat, some of yesterday's nervousness having resettled in the pit of his stomach.
"Good morning to you too, Laura," he said and hugged her close.
"I'm starving," was her response, her rumbling stomach emphasized her point.
"Considering we haven't
eaten since yesterday morning." He rolled over to look at
the clock. "It's
only five-thirty. Think they're up?"
"I checked. They start serving at six. That leaves us with half an hour, Mr. Steele."
"So, it's back to Mr. Steele, eh, Laura?"
"Only until I can brush my teeth and go to the bathroom." she rolled out of bed.
"Point taken. Why don't
you use the bathroom? I'll go find my toothbrush." He tried
to roll, too,
but found that his legs weren't in the mood to cooperate.
"Can you grab mine, too?" he heard her ask from somewhere inside the bathroom.
He stood up on wobbly legs
but managed to find their bags. Laura's smaller bag looked promising,
so he
grabbed that and his shaving kit. Out of curiosity he unzipped
Laura's bag to peek inside. He felt a sigh of
relief at seeing her birth control pills alongside her makeup
and toothpaste. Not that he didn't believe her.
He'd just been around enough to know that not all women told the
truth about such matters.
"Find what you're looking for?" A robed Laura asked from the doorway.
"Uh. yes. You're toothbrush," he said and handed her the bag. "I-"
"It's ok. I think you've
earned the right to snoop around my bags now," she said and
ran the water
so she could brush her teeth. "Might as well use my toothpaste,"
she wiggled the tube in front of him.
He did and shooed her out when
they were finished so he could relieve himself. When he was
done he found Laura at the window. Déjà vu.
"I can understand why
people want to live so close to the ocean. To wake up to this
every morning,"
she said, and he found himself standing behind her again.
"We could, you know. I
hear people live along the coast now. Houses and everything,"
he joked.
"Maybe not straight away, but someday."
"Someday," she sighed. "We should eat."
"We should. We will. Once
it's six. But, we still have twenty minutes to wait. Any suggestions,
Miss Holt?"
He tugged the sash on her robe.
"When I was in college,
my friends gave me this book as a sort of white elephant gift.
'A Hundred
and One Positions.' They knew I didn't date much, you see. I still
have it," she confessed.
"A hundred and one, eh?" He thought there might be a slight possibility he hadn't done all hundred and one.
"Yeah. Last night was obviously number one."
"A hundred to go." he whispered and began to nibble her ear. "Any more suggestions?"
"I was thinking about number eight." She took his and led him to the bed.
"Eight?" He fell onto the bed at her slight shove.
Remington finally got around
to calling room service a few hours and positions eight, twenty-three
and
seventy-two later.
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