ISLE OF STEELE
by LoveSteele 1996
jumpedoff@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: I don't own
the characters of Remington Steele and Laura Holt (although I'd
one day love to!). Also, this is a work of FICTION, and any copyright
infringement is unintentional. If you post this as your own I
will believe that you are suffering from a severe mental illness
and have you admitted to the nearest hospital.
Los Angeles International
Airport
June 2, 1986
On most days the airport in Los Angeles is moderately busy with people departing, arriving, or assisting those who are departing or arriving not to mention those who work on the planes, in the planes and in the terminal. Luckily, the counter at the British Airways terminal was relatively empty on this Saturday morning. Besides, if all went according to plan, Remington Steele would be on a plane to a remote paradise with a certain special someone seated next to him in First Class. Of coarse, all he had to do was break the news to Laura that they weren't on their way to London to meet one of Steele's old buddies for a wedding, but that they were departing in Iceland where the flight would stop to refuel.
"Your flight will be departing on time Mr. Steele," said the perky woman behind the counter. "We'll let you know when we start the pre-boarding process."
"Thank you," Remington replied with a larger than usual smile. Everything was going just as he'd planned.
"What are you smiling about?" asked a rather perturbed Laura Holt. It wasn't like him to flirt with other women while they were together.
"Nothing. Shall we?" Remington asked indicating the two vacant seats in the waiting area. "I'm just glad to be getting out of L.A.. We haven't really been anywhere in a while."
"Well," Laura started as she sat down next to Remington, "I wasn't exactly too fond of our last trip to England."
Laura stared straight ahead. "Actually, I wasn't too fond of our trip before that either."
"I can assure you Laura that I do not intend to ditch you or lie to you or make this trip miserable for you." Remington tenderly touched Laura's cheek so she would look at him. "It will be good for us to get away for a while. Besides," he continued with a certain twinkle in his eyes, "we've never been away together for an actual vacation before. Don't you think it's about time?"
Laura blushed slightly. She knew exactly to what Remington was referring. Vacation. Fun. Holding hands. Kissing. Touching. Maybe more...
"Anyway, my friend specifically requested that I bring along whomever I happen to be seeing at the present."
Remington smiled again.
Laura smiled back. Maybe this vacation would be exactly what they needed. In the past few months she had noticed a change in her partner. He had become more relaxed. They hardly ever talked of their relationship, both content with its current level, although the idea of progressing into something more intimate was always at the top of both their minds.
Remington didn't want to push his luck. Laura didn't want to create any more new arguments. This vacation was sort of a silent agreement to take things a bit further and see what happened. The trip was going even better than Remington had planned. He had managed to get Laura on the plane without her knowing a thing. Unfortunately, now was the time he had to break the news to Laura. Fortunately, there wasn't anything on the plane within reaching distance that she could kill him with if she was more than a trifle mad.
Laura could never sleep on planes. The turbulence over Northern Canada was not as bad as she thought it would be, but still, when one was trying to catch a few z's, any little bump at thirty thousand feet was enough to keep almost anyone awake. At this point in the trip Laura was admiring the view of the cotton like clouds. It seemed as though a person could walk on them like soft pillows.
"Laura?" Remington asked.
"Yeah?" Laura was still staring out the window admiring the gentle curves of the clouds. Remington paused a moment to admire the person he loved more than his life. Yes, this would be the perfect vacation for the two of them. Alone. Together. No phones ringing or bullets flying or Mildred to interrupt them. He hadn't even told Mildred where they were headed, though, if needed, Remington knew that Mildred could easily locate them anywhere in the world with her magnificent computer skills.
"I was wondering something."
"Hmmm?" Laura finally turned to look at Remington, noticing the gentleness on his face and the slight apprehension in his voice.
"What would you say if I told you that we weren't going to England for a friend's wedding?" This was it. Laura would either love him for this or throw him off the plane out of anger. She knew it. This had been too good to be true. They weren't going off together for a week and a half so they could be alone. Nope. Remington had something up his sleeve. Figures, thought Laura.
"Well," Remington continued as the sign of Laura's quietness, "we're still going to a wedding, but it's not in London."
"Then where is it?
"Iceland."
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Reykjavik, Iceland
June 2
"Ladies and Gentleman: the captain has requested that you not deplane during our brief visit here in Reykjavik unless this is your final destination. We will be departing in about thirty minutes. Thank you."
Remington and Laura grabbed their carry-ons along with a few other passengers. He wasn't sure how Laura had responded to his news, but her if her silence carried the meaning Remington thought it did, he was in trouble.
"Laura?" Remington asked as they walked up the ramp to customs, "You haven't said a word. What's wrong?"
Laura stopped dead in her tracks. "What's wrong??? You tell me in Los Angeles that you wouldn't lie to me, then you tell me on the plane that you had lied to me!" Laura's voice grew louder with each passing word. "That's what's wrong!"
Remington swiftly pulled Laura to the side. "Look," he said, his voice barely more than a whisper, "if I'd asked you to come here with me so we could spend some time alone together you would have said 'no'." Remington glanced around to see if people were still staring. Luckily they weren't. "You know that we will never work things out between us if we stay in the same old routine."
"Why didn't you ask me? You don't know that I wouldn't have agreed to come here with you." Laura replied a bit out of breath. "Maybe I wanted to go to London with you so we could get away. Alone."
Remington stopped breathing. Did she just admit to wanting to go away with him?
"Besides," Laura continued, "I've heard great things about the hot springs here."
"You have?" Remington asked, completely shocked.
"Yes." Laura picked her carry-on up and started walking towards customs leaving a bewildered Remington behind.
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Reykjavik Hot Springs Resort
Laura and Remington entered the lobby of the best resort, and quite possibly only resort, in the capital of Iceland. Placed in the center of the lobby were beautiful plants and flowers that were no doubt indigenous to the warmer coasts of Iceland.
A younger looking man greeted the pair as the approached the main desk. "Welcome to our resort. You must be Mr. Steele."
"Yes I am," answered Remington in that tone he used when he was recognized by appearances.
"We've been expecting you. If you'll sign these, we'll show you to your room." The young man handed Remington a pen.
"Room?" Laura inquired. "You didn't say anything about one room."
"Don't worry," Remington soothed as the bell hop took their luggage. "I'm sure that you will be quite pleased with what I've reserved for us."
"As long as there isn't another huge bed in the shape of a heart, I'll be happy."
"That's the spirit, Laura."
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Room 212
The bell hop opened the door to Remington and Laura's room, but to simply call it a room did not do it justice. A short hallway led to the main room complete with bearskin rug and fireplace. To the left was a large bathroom with a jacuzzi bathtub and large shower. To the right was the master bedroom with another complete bathroom. Laura also noticed a smaller bedroom located next to the master bedroom. The young bell hop dropped the bags on the masterbed and thanked Remington as he was handed his tip. "Thank you. Let me know if there is anything else you need, Mr. Steele." "I'll do that, thank you."
"Well," Laura started as the bell hop left, "at least there are two beds." She started to move away to retrieve her bags from the master bedroom.
"Wait." Remington grabbed Laura around her waist, drawing her close to him. "I thought that you said you wanted to be alone with me."
Laura turned around to face Remington. "I did, but don't you think that just hopping into bed together is taking things a bit too quickly?" Oops, that was a loaded question.
Remington smiled. "Laura, I think that doing anything together after four years is definitely not taking things too quickly."
Laura's cheeks flushed.
"Anyway," Remington continued reluctantly letting go of Laura, "we do have a wedding to attend tonight, and I need to take a shower. Figure out where you want to sleep tonight, okay?"
"Okay." Laura's cheeks were still a deep red.
"Laura," Remington tenderly touched her cheek, "you don't have to do anything that you don't want to. Put my bags in the other bedroom if that's what makes you comfortable."
Laura stood in silence as Remington grabbed one of his bags and headed into the bathroom for his shower. She had been debating this moment in her mind since leaving Los Angeles. Laura desperately wanted to figure their relationship out, but it was much easier thinking about it than actually doing something about it.
Remington stepped out of the shower in confusion. Laura had confessed to wanting some well deserved time alone with him, but now she was again indecisive. Maybe she had changed her mind. Of coarse, Remington pondered as he lathered up his face, if she was as nervous about their first intimate moments together as he was, then she had every right to be indecisive. This wasn't something he wanted to mess up either.
By the time Remington had stepped out of the bathroom, Laura had decided that it would be best, for now, if they had separate rooms. Remington wasn't too happy about her decision but respected her for making it. At least, he thought as he unpacked his suitcase, they had a week and a half to work things out.
"Ready?" Remington asked.
"Yes, but I didn't know what to wear." Laura glanced into Remington's eyes. "Is this all right?"
Remington teasingly ran his eyes up and down Laura's
body giving her a thorough once over. "You look beautiful."
"Thank you." Laura blushed again. "Uh... I guess we should go."
"Yeah." Remington's gaze never left Laura's body as she grabbed her purse and headed for the door. "Are you coming?"
"Oh, sorry." Remington quickly recovered and opened the door letting Laura pass through. "I can't imagine what distracted me."
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10:28 pm Icelandic Time
The wedding went smoothly. Remington introduced Laura to his friend and new bride. The reception had the typical food and music. Dancing couples roamed the dance floor as a live band droned out the latest tunes. Those who weren't eating were either drinking or flirting. Remington and Laura glanced nervously around the room. Both knew that they needed to broach the subject of the "sleeping" arrangements, but neither wanted to.
"Let's go back to our room."'
"What?" Laura asked a bit nervously.
"I thought that we could sit in the hot springs for a while. You know, loosen up our muscles after the long flight and all." Remington was sure if Laura was buying any of this. Laura wasn't buying any of this. There was a natural spring in the courtyard outside of their main room that was just big enough for three or four people. Very romantic. Of course, she wasn't entirely against taking a soak with Remington...
"Laura?"
"Sure." After deciding that any decision was better than none, Laura shocked herself when she responded to Remington's answer in the affirmative. "Why not?"
"Why not?" Remington repeated as they left their table together to return to their room.
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Room 212
"Are you ready?" Remington asked as he came out of his room wearing only a pair of dark blue shorts.
"I'll be out in a minute!" Laura yelled from behind her bathroom door. "I'll meet you outside."
Remington shrugged his shoulders and headed out to the hot spring by himself. He had decided as he was changing into his shorts that he would not pressure Laura into anything romantic that evening. He would just go with the flow and see what she wanted, if anything. After waiting four long years, why mess things up now and ruin a perfectly good vacation. Besides, he figured, they'd end up together in the same bed, even if it killed him. Good thing Laura had decided to pack her swim suit. Otherwise, she was sure that Remington wouldn't have minded her in nothing at all, but better safe than sorry. She studied herself in the full length mirror. She wasn't exactly high quality model material, but Remington had never complained. Grabbing her towel, Laura swiftly made her way to the hot spring and her waiting partner.
Remington had already submerged himself in the hot spring by the time Laura joined him. A now familiar blush crept across her cheeks as she deposited her towel on a nearby chair and made her way carefully into the spring. The hot water felt good against the chill of the night air. Even in the summer months Iceland was cold. Small rocky outlets probably designed by the architects of the lodge made comfortable seats. Laura sat opposite Remington in the slightly rounded spring. Tension was in the air.
"I'm not going to bite you, Laura." Remington teased.
"Come over here," Remington suggested.
"Promise you won't bite?" Laura asked with a smile.
"Not unless you want me to."
Laura slowly moved to the other side of the spring, but stayed an arm's distance away from Remington. Half of her wanted to jump his bones right there, but the more sensible half kept Laura's emotions at bay. For a few minutes neither spoke.
"Did you know that they designed the rooms around the hot springs?" Remington ventured at casual conversation. "This was each suite has its own private spring. That's why this is the best place to stay in Iceland."
"I didn't know that." God, it was so frustrating not knowing what to say. They were partners for crying out loud!
Why did they feel like they didn't know what to do around each other.
"Maybe we should-"
"I was thinking that-" They both started to speak at once.
"Go ahead," Remington said with a hint of nervousness in his voice.
"This is stupid," Laura responded. "We can't keep acting like this for the next week and a half."
"I agree." Remington turned towards Laura so that they were now facing each other. "We didn't come here to act like a couple of teen-agers."
"No." Laura agreed.
"I don't want you to think that this is the only reason I brought you here." Remington was aware of Laura's gaze.
It made it all the more difficult for him to speak. "But..."
"But that is why we're here." Laura finished. "I know we didn't come here to see your friend get married. I knew that we'd have to face this sooner or later. I just didn't think that it would be sooner."
"Do you want to be with me?" Remington asked as he breached the distance between himself and Laura. "Do you want this?"
Laura turned her gaze towards the water. This was really difficult for her. They would finally be crossing that line that kept them just friends. Very good friends. It took Laura a moment to notice the feeling of warm lips on her shoulder as she pondered this decision.
"That feels good," Laura admitted.
"Good," Remington responded lifting his lips from her shoulder. "Then I'm doing it right." This time he went for Laura's neck and placed a serious of soft kisses just below her ear. Laura froze. This was completely new territory for them.
"Do you want me to stop?" Remington asked in-between kisses.
Laura was torn between the sweet sensation Remington was inflicting upon her and staying in control of her emotions. But, this felt so good...
"I don't know."
Remington took note of Laura's hesitancy and raised his head from her neck. Taking Laura in his arms Remington held her close. "You know I'll stop whenever you tell me to. We don't have to do anything you're not ready for."
Laura wrapped her arms around Remington's. "What if I don't know if I'm ready yet?"
"Then you're not ready yet." Remington answered, still holding Laura close.
"It's as if one moment I think I am, and then the next I feel as if I don't know what I'm doing here with you."
"I have an idea then." Laura lifted her head. "Why don't we just take things slowly, let things progress. Then, if you feel like you want to stop or if you get nervous, let me know and we'll
stop." Remington thought his plan sounded pretty sensible.
"I'm already nervous."
"Join the club." Remington laughed. "I mean to the point of incoherent thoughts."
Laura laughed. "I trust you. You know that."
Remington tenderly kissed Laura's cheek. "I would never do anything to hurt you."
"I know."
"Then come here," Remington said as he turned Laura around so that she was sitting on his lap. "Any time you need me to stop, say so." Laura nodded. Remington slowly moved towards Laura and met her lips in a light kiss. To Remington's delight Laura responded eagerly moving her lips lightly across his. As much as Remington wanted to pull Laura hard against him and bury himself inside her warmth, he let Laura take the lead. No use in making her more nervous than she already was.
Little did he know that Laura was in heaven. Her logical mind had finally taken a back seat to her emotions. She suddenly felt a jolt of adrenaline replace the nervousness of her body. Running her tongue along Remington's lips, Laura felt his mouth open to accommodate her silent requests. She gently ran her tongue along his teeth and then farther into his mouth to be met by his own warm tongue. He tasted sweet from the wine they had at the reception. Laura wound her arms around Remington's neck and brought their mouths even closer together. Remington's instincts kicked in. He hadn't been with a woman in so long that he'd forgotten how wonder they felt. Adding to his delight was the fact that the woman now exploring his mouth was Laura. This was the first time in Remington's life where he had fallen in love with someone, let that love build, then explored the physical aspects of that love. There was only one other time Remington had been in love with a woman. He had been much younger then, and gotten in over his head. He had been hurt deeply when he learned that he had been deceived, and that the woman he had wanted to spend his life with had not truly loved him as he believed she had. This wasn't how things were with Laura.
While it was true that things were not always wonderful, the love he shared with Laura ran deep, and Remington was sure that if she felt even half of what he did then nothing would ever hurt them as long as they continued working on their relationship. True love come but once in a lifetime and, well, neither of them was going to get any younger...
Laura's moan brought Remington out of his trance. When Laura moved her mouth from his own mouth to his ear, Remington couldn't contain the shiver that overtook him. This time Remington did pull Laura harder onto his lap. He wasn't going to hide what she was doing to him from her. Laura's breath caught in her throat as Remington pulled her down onto his groin. She could feel his hardness pushing at her, and the material on her swimsuit didn't really help hide his obvious erection. Laura nibbled at Remington's earlobe and studied his reactions to each caress of her tongue or nibble. She was sure Remington would turn to putty as she slowly ran her tongue along the inside of his ear.
"Right," Remington said as he pulled his head away from Laura's over eager mouth. "My turn." This time Remington's lips assaulted Laura's neck just above her left collar bone. Laura let her eyes slip shut as she felt warm lips lick the water from her shoulder. As Remington encountered the strap to Laura's bathing suit, he decided to leave it where it was for now. Laura slowly moved her arms across Remington's chest. Her fingers traveled through the dark hair, and Remington gasped as Laura grazed a nipple in her exploration. Remington brought a hand up from Laura's waist to gently return the favor letting his thumb gently run over Laura's left breast. Remington could feel Laura respond to his touch as her nipple instantly hardened beneath his fingers.
Laura instantly squeezed her thighs harder against Remington's hips. Things were escalating to the point of no return, and both of them new it. A decision had to be made here and now.
"Wait," Remington gasped. "I don't think that I'll be able to stop if we do much else." Laura wasn't too concerned about stopping. She'd made her decision and let Remington know by assaulting his mouth again with her own. Remington got the hint. "Laura... are you sure?" This wasn't something Remington wanted to be mistaken about.
"Yes," she breathed into his open mouth. Laura again wrapped her body as tightly around Remington's as she possibly could.
As Remington's fingers again met the strap of her bathing suit, he didn't hesitate in peeling it off of Laura's shoulder and down her arm. After Laura freed her arm from the first strap, Remington repeated his actions on the other side of her suit, finally letting the top fall down below the water's surface. Remington moved his mouth from Laura's and made his way down her neck to her shoulders. There he stopped at the spot where neck meets shoulder and started to suck gently. Laura's fingers tangled themselves in Remington's hair. A few moments later, Laura gently tugged Remington's head away from her neck and directed him in a more southerly direction. Remington took the hint well and made his way down Laura's chest to stop only centimeters above the water line. He couldn't exactly reach the area he wanted since most of Laura was underwater. Laura took notice and raised herself onto her knees, placing Remington exactly where she wanted him. Remington seemed to have other plans in mind as he started placing small kisses along Laura's stomach and sides. Laura didn't want to be teased at the moment. While his mouth was nice at whatever location he chose to place it, there were a couple of places in particular that she wanted him to explore. Meanwhile, Remington was having a difficult time believing what he was doing. Laura was straddling him practically pushing her breasts into his face, and all he could think about was how nervous he was. He was never nervous around women, but Laura was something completely different . Remington finally told his mind to stop functioning and finally moved his lips up to Laura's breasts. Finally, Laura thought as Remington's tongue made its way up the valley between her breasts. Remington paid close attention to each, running his tongue around her hardened peaks before he finally took one into his mouth. The gentle sucking on her breasts caused Laura to throw her head back in ecstasy.
Remington couldn't stand much more. Laura was driving him past the point of no return and she hadn't even done anything yet! Laura groaned her disappointment as Remington stopped kissing her chest, but smiled as he shamelessly pulled the last of her swimsuit off. Laura moved to the other side of the spring, dunking her head under the water. Remington quickly stripped his shorts and joined Laura as she re-emerged on the other side of the spring.
Neither spoke a word as they slowly kissed again. Hands traveled a bit desperately over each other's bodies as passions swiftly rose. Remington reached down to run his fingers along the inside of Laura's thighs. He quickly found the center of her heat and slowly slid first one, then two fingers into her warmth. Laura's gasp of pleasure caused her to break from their kiss.
Burying her head in the crook of Remington's neck, Laura reached down and returned the favor. Laura's fingers gently caressed him, eliciting soft moans of pleasure from the man underneath her. As Remington felt the last of his control slip away, he skillfully positioned himself, and looking into Laura's eyes, entered her slowly. Laura's body quickly adjusted to Remington. Setting himself on a slippery rock, Remington felt Laura's legs wrap around his waist. Slowly, Laura started to gently thrust herself back and forth across Remington's hardness. Remington let Laura set the pace. No use rushing things since it was guaranteed that he'd get there sooner or later. In this instance he wanted to pleasure Laura before himself. After all, this was their first time, and if he screwed this up...
Laura wrapped her arms around Remington's neck as they kissed again, their tongues mimicking the actions a little lower in their bodies. Both felt their control slipping as Remington's hand forced Laura's hips even harder onto his. The water was limiting the pace of their thrust, prolonging release for both of them. Laura broke from Remington's kiss as she felt her orgasm quickly approach. Never had a man excited her like this before. Finally, she threw her head back and came, causing her inner muscles to clench around Remington's erection. Seconds later, Laura felt Remington explode into her, his breath rushing out in a silent cry of pleasure. They slowly came back to awareness with Laura's head resting against Remington's chest. She untangled her legs from around his back and sat up, still straddling his lap. Remington kept Laura in his tight grasp, unwilling to let her go.
"I'm getting hot," she said.
"You're 'getting hot'?"
"I am hot," she replied with a smirk. "The water..."
"I don't want to move yet," Remington cut her off. "But," he continued, "I suppose that we could light a fire and dry off in front of the fireplace."
Laura blushed. She knew full well that he didn't want to just dry off in front of the fireplace. "Sounds good."
Remington silently pulled himself from Laura, and climbed out of the spring. Laura followed suit. She was about to grab her towel when Remington snatched it from the chair and proceeded to remove the excess water from her skin. Once he was finished, a short five minutes later, he gently picked her up and went into their room to light the anticipated fire.
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Room 212
Remington carefully lowered Laura onto the bearskin rug. She groaned in protest when Remington pulled away from her lips. She smiled again as he started a warm fire. Now that things had changed, they both knew that they should talk about their future, but neither knew what to say. Remington stood by the fireplace as he contemplated his next move. Laura understood his hesitance. They had only made the most wonderful passionate love minutes before in the hot springs, and now she knew that Remington felt that he should say something. In reality, Laura didn't want to talk about the aspects of their new intimacy. They could talk in the morning, or the afternoon, or whenever they decided to get out of bed. Instead, Laura wanted to do something about their new relationship.
"Come here," Laura beckoned.
Remington stayed by the fireplace, a look of fear covering his handsome, somewhat flushed features. He really wanted to tell Laura about his fears and his dreams for their future, but the words were hard to come by.
"Are you going to stand by the fire all night, or are you going to come keep me warm?" Laura smiled as Remington's features turned soft.
"I think that maybe we should, you know... talk." Remington's hands cut through the air as he spoke. "We should talk about what-"
"I don't want to talk anymore," Laura said cutting Remington off. "That's all we've done for four years, and now we have a chance to do something about it."
Remington blinked. Twice.
"And," Laura continued as she held her hand out to him, "it will be much easier to continue if you come a little closer."
"You're sure," Remington asked as he knelt next to Laura on the bearskin rug.
Laura smiled. "I was sure a little while ago, and I'm still sure." She caressed Remington's cheek to help convey her message. "Although..."
Remington's heart stopped. She wasn't satisfied with how he had made love with her. He'd been nervous, but he didn't think he'd been that bad.
Laura noticed the worried look cross Remington's face. "You were wonderful," Laura said as she ran her finger across his lips. "It's just that this time I want to have you a little slower." She smiled as Remington ducked his head sheepishly.
"I wasn't planning on our first time being in water, Laura, " Remington said to the floor. He slowly raised his head and met Laura's eyes.
"It doesn't matter," Laura whispered. "I want you again, with or without water."
Remington was about to reply when Laura suddenly pulled him on top of her still wet body. Her lips met his in a passionate kiss, as Remington's body settled atop hers. Laura's hands gently pinned Remington's head atop hers. Slowly, she ran her tongue along Remington's lips. He softly sighed as Laura's hands began to run down his back. Laura knew that they would be able to make their love making last a lot longer this time. Though the fire heated her skin, her body was only beginning flush. Not that they had to rush or anything. They had plenty of time. They could theoretically spend the rest of their vacation making love. They may become a little sore, but there was room service and a giant size bathtub. Laura's mind returned to the present as Remington's lips left hers to make a trail of kisses down her throat. His right hand moved down to caress her breast, gently kneading her nipples into hard peaks.
Remington's mouth was following closely behind his hands, and he slowly moved his lips to Laura's right breast. His teeth slowly grazed the outside of her tender flesh. He gently bit down on her nipple, but immediately soothed her pain with his hot, wet tongue. Laura's hands moved to tangle in Remington's thick black hair, trapping his head against her body. Remington's lips left Laura's breasts as he made his way down to her stomach. He dipped his tongue into her naval making Laura's insides turn to molten lava. Slowly, his tongue and lips moved further down her stomach and stopped just north of her hairline. Here Remington placed gentle kisses and love bites along her body until he heard Laura calling his name, begging him to continue down her body, telling him exactly where she wanted him to be. Remington shifted his body off of Laura's and placed delicate kisses along the inside of her right thigh. Working his way up her leg, Remington purposefully avoided the more sensitive regions and moved to her left thigh.
Laura was shaking from her need to have Remington's mouth on her. She knew that he was trying to prolong her pleasure, but if he didn't make his way to her soon, she'd either die or kill him. She gently grasped Remington's head and moved him exactly where she wanted him. Remington got the hint. He gently kissed her lips, parting her with his tongue. Laura's hands twisted in his hair as he forcefully thrust his tongue into her. Laura arched her back under Remington's caresses and brought her knees up to help Remington get more depth.
Remington's tongue left Laura and was replaced by first one long finger, and then another as his lips moved north to the small bud that desperately craved his attention. He gently ran his tongue over her as his fingers found a gentle rhythm. His other hand made its way to Laura's chest, softly caressing her aching breasts. Laura relaxed her grip from Remington's head as his tongue and fingers picked up their pace. She felt as if she were floating amongst the clouds. It was pure pleasure, the way making love to someone she truly loved was supposed to feel. Trusting Remington would stop at nothing to pleasure her, she relaxed her body, letting her arms fall at her sides, and slowly let her body approach her release.
Sensing that Laura was nearing her orgasm, Remington added a third finger into Laura and increased his pace, softly thrusting them in and out of Laura in time with his tongue on her clitoris. His other hand left her breast to grasp her hips as they started to gently rock.
Laura knew she was close when her hips began thrusting uncontrollably against Remington's face. Her muscles started to clench. Sweat broke out along Laura's temples. Remington closed his lips around the center of her pleasure and sucked, hard. Laura was quiet as she came, choosing instead to swallow her scream. You never knew what the neighbors could hear.
Remington began kissing his way up Laura's body as she stopped shaking. Her breathing slowly returned to normal as Remington whispered soft words of love and encouragement. Laura slowly opened her now heavy eyelids to see Remington grinning from ear to ear.
"That was wonderful," Laura murmured. Her eyes still didn't feel like opening, but there was so much else she wanted to do that night.
"Yes," Remington replied. "I couldn't exactly do that in the water." Laura blushed.
"Not without drowning." They both smiled. "I want to touch you," Laura said as she brought her hands up to capture Remington's head. "I want to make you feel everything I just felt."
Remington wrapped his arms around Laura and rolled over so that she was lying on top of him. "Do whatever you like. As long as you're comfortable with it, it's alright with me."
Laura started by kissing Remington's forehead then moved down his left temple to his ear and traced the edges with her tongue. Curling his arms around her back, Remington used all of his self control to hold still while Laura began her explorations. Laura moved from Remington's ear to his neck where she gently nibbled and sucked on the soft skin she found. She could taste the warm salt on his skin and was surprised at how quickly she was again becoming aroused. Remington closed his eyes as Laura moved her delicious assault to the other side of his neck. Her lips were soft and warm, and her tongue soothed the small bites she made. He could feel her lips move slowly down his body, down to his nipples, then down to his stomach as she tried not to tickle his sensitive skin.
As Laura made her way to Remington's growing erection, she was trying to decide how far she wanted to take this. Should she go all the way? Remington would certainly love that, and he hadn't asked for it. But, she was still nervous around him regarding her sexuality, and she wasn't sure she could perform as well as Remington expected her to. Remington's eyes shot open as he felt Laura's warm lips gently kiss his right hip, then his left. She really wasn't going to stop. He never expected Laura to be this bold, especially their first few times together. He never would have asked her for something like this. This one physical act always left him feeling out of control. He had no power over his body's response, and he didn't want that feeling unless he was with someone he truly cared about.
Laura hesitated for only a second before her hands started to caress his erection. She always marveled at how hard and soft a man could feel at the same time. Her hands gently familiarized themselves with his sex, gently running up and down his shaft, gently squeezing here and there. She then bent her head down to kiss the tip and slowly ran her tongue along the underside of his erection.
Remington didn't know if he should stop Laura or not. This was way too good. He was torn between him wanting her to finish her wonderfully pleasing ministrations and gently pulling Laura up his body and thrusting into her. Both options seemed equally appealing, but Laura would probably not want to complete what she was doing.
Laura was starting to get more nervous. She loved the feel of him inside her mouth and under her hands. She loved the power she had over his pleasure, but she had never gone this far before, and she wasn't sure if she wanted to continue.
"Laura," Remington called. "I don't know how much longer I can stand this." Laura lifted her head from his body.
"You don't have to, you know. I want you to know that this is your choice."
Laura smiled with relief. He wasn't mad. Most men would not have given her that option so close to their climaxes. Remington was truly something else. She quickly made her way up Remington's sweat soaked body to press her lips against his in a passionate kiss.
Remington's body now moved to help adjust himself into position under Laura. Laura lifted her body slightly and helped guide Remington into position. Even though they had just made love, Laura's body was tight, and it took a minute for her to adjust to his penetration. This gave them a chance to renew their kissing.
When Remington felt that Laura was ready he moved his hands from her thick hair and rested them on her hips. Laura broke from the kiss and sat up as she started to gently thrust herself back and forth across Remington's hardness. She braced her hands on his shoulders as she picked up speed. Her breath started coming in soft gasps, and Remington moved his right hand to where their bodies joined. He found her center of pleasure and gently started to caress her in time with their bodies.
Remington's hips moved in counter rhythm to Laura's. He could feel how close his was to his climax and his fingers picked up speed to ensure Laura's orgasm as well. Laura lifted her hands from Remington's shoulders and sat up straight as her left hand joined his right at the juncture of their bodies. Sensing that Remington was close, she increase the speed of his hand on her and cried out a minute later as her body erupted into orgasm. Remington felt Laura's body tighten around him, and he finally let himself go bursting apart inside of her. Laura collapsed across Remington's chest as she tried to regain her breath. This man could do incredible things to her endurance. Remington slowly came back to himself to find Laura draped across his body. They were still joined. Since they were lying in this position, Remington wrapped his arms around Laura and closed his eyes.
Laura felt Remington's arms around her body and knew that she should move. They should really move things into the bedroom, but this felt to good. In reality, the few minutes directly following lovemaking were Laura's favorite. There wasn't any pressure her. There was nothing to rush. She simply wanted to be close to the man who made her feel more than she though was possible. He gave her the world in every look and touch, and now he had given her his heart as well.
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Room 212
Five Hours Later
Remington woke to find the sun starting to rise. The partially closed curtains of the master bedroom diffused the sun's rays creating a soft glow throughout the room. Gently easing himself from Laura's embrace, Remington moved from the bed to close the curtains. After all, they had only had a few hours of rest at best, and with the jet lag they needed to sleep a few more hours.
Remington moved back to the bed and back into Laura's arms. He couldn't remember the last time he had woken up with a woman, let alone a woman he loved. No, he thought, he'd never woken up woman he loved as much as Laura. The last few hours held a lot of firsts for Remington. But, instead of dwelling upon what he had lacked for so many lonely years, Remington let himself fall into a comfortable sleep, dreaming about the woman he loved.
It must have been a few hours later when a loud banging woke both Remington and Laura. Someone was pounding at the door of their hotel room. They exchanged tired glances. This was not how they wanted their first morning together to begin.
"I'll go see who the bloody twit is," Remington grumbled as he slipped on his robe and headed for the door. Laura squeezed her eyes closed and buried herself under the warm bed covers. She did not want to get up for some lunatic at the door. Plus, her legs and back hurt too much.
Remington opened the door to find his newly married friend. Something was very wrong.
"Rachel's gone," was all his friend said. "Come in," Remington said. His friend entered the main living room and sat down on the couch. He sat unmoving as Remington quickly went into the bedroom to get dressed.
Laura could tell by Remington's action that something was terribly wrong. Instead of getting back into bed, Remington removed a pair of jeans and a sweater, quickly slipping them on.
"It's David," Remington said as Laura threw the covers off and started to dress. "Rachel's been kidnapped."
"What!" Laura shouted. "What do you mean kidnapped? Who would kidnap her? What's going on?" She was getting more upset by the second.
Remington gently took Laura's hands in his. "Please don't panic in front of David," he whispered. "He thought that something like this may happen, and since it obviously has, I don't want to upset him any more than he already is."
Laura nodded her head. "Why would someone want to kidnap Rachel? Especially now that they're supposed to be on their honeymoon?"
"Technically, we're on our honeymoon," David said as he entered the room. "But we're not really married."
"What?" Remington and Laura both gasped.
"Rachel and I both work for the CIA."
Laura and Remington exchanged confused glances. Apparently, Remington knew nothing of this.
"We're partners," David offered by way of explanation. "We intentionally got married here in Iceland to help flush out a group of Soviet terrorists." David could tell that Remington and Laura were having a hard time buying this.
"Look," David continued. "We planned this big elaborate wedding in Reykjavik to help flush out Demitri Orofsky. It seems that he has been abducting young women with any ties to government secrets such as weapons or the location of Eastern European spies."
"Oh," Remington nodded. "So, you planned this wedding so that Rachel would be a target and so you could nail this Orosky character."
"Orofsky. And, yes, that's about it." David started pacing. There are about twelve agents here at the hotel, and the rest of the people are our real friends. We had to make this look as real as possible."
"So," Laura jumped in. "You two get married hoping that this will bring Orofsky and his gang to Reykjavik where you and the other agents can nail him."
"Exactly," David replied.
"Only..." Remington started.
"Only that we went to sleep last night, planning on taking a tour of the city today where we figured Orofsky and his men would strike, but when I woke up today, Rachel was gone." David sighed. "I know that she's safe. Orofsky won't hurt her unless we refuse payment. But..."
"But what?" Remington asked. "But you have no idea where she could be?"
"But, we were planning on leaving the CIA. We figured that since this marriage is technically valid it would give us an excuse to leave the CIA."
Laura understood. They were already romantically involved. It wasn't such a foreign idea to think that maybe two partners working so closely can become more than just friends...
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10 Hours Later
They had looked everywhere. The entire resort had been searched. Undercover agents had looked throughout the entire capital and its suburbs. The boating docks and airports had been alerted to any signs of an American woman and a Soviet male or possibly males. By five p.m. that evening the first ransom call had been made. The gruff man on the other end of the line requested seven million dollars in American cash. The time and place were to be revealed in another four hours. The deadline was noon the next day.
Remington and Laura had helped with the search of the resort, going room to room with the undercover CIA agent Remington thought was his friend. By three o'clock the Remington, Laura and the other agents had regrouped in the honeymoon suite to coordinate the next step of the process. They had to track down Orofsky before noon tomorrow or Rachel would die.
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4:58 P.M.
"Two minutes everyone," David announced. Remington and Laura exchanged tired glances. They hadn't gotten much sleep the night before, and they had been on their feet all day. Much to Remington's dismay, he could not be alone with Laura. They had finally gotten away and now this.
"It figures," Remington whispered to himself. He and Laura were standing side by side, out of the way of the agents.
"What?" Laura asked.
"Quiet!" David paced near the phone. The call was due in exactly one minute. At exactly 5 p.m. the phone rang. The room was quiet, and the occupants held their breath. "Hello?" David answered.
"Call this number," Orofsky ordered. "837-3958-345.
You have one minute."
David hung up the phone and immediately dialed the number. Another man, not Orofsky, answered. "You will meet us at pier 42 at ten tonight. You will come alone. There will be a boat waiting for you. If you bring anyone along include the other CIA agents, you're 'wife' will die."
The phone disconnected.
"Pier 42. Ten p.m." David announced. "I want two units there now!" Half of the agents in the room left. "Henderson,"
David was in full agent mode now, "I want you to find a translator and check to dock records. See if anyone tied to Orofsky has rented a slip."
"Yessir," Henderson said on his way out the door.
"The rest of you will come with me." David grabbed his coat. "We're going to do a little fishing."
"What about us," Remington asked. "What should we do?"
"Nothing," David replied. This isn't your problem. Stay here and enjoy yourselves."
"But-" Remington protested.
"Just do what I ask you, Mick" David yelled. "Look," he calmed himself down with a few breaths. 'There isn't anything you can do. I wish there was, but there isn't. I'll let you know tonight, all right?"
"Good luck," answered Remington.
"Thanks, but I think we'll be able to handle it. Orofsky's mean, but he's also stupid." David turned and left the room without shutting the door.
"I wish there was something we could do," Laura finally spoke up. "But, you know he's right." Remington nodded.
"It would only put us in danger." Remington nodded again. "They're trained for this sort of thing."
"I know," said Remington. "I was just thinking of what I would do if I was in his place." He turned towards Laura. "If it were you that was missing."
Laura could see the pain on Remington's face. "But it wasn't me," Laura responded. "I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere."
"I wouldn't be so sure of that," answered Remington.
"What?"
"About going anywhere." Remington gently touched Laura's cheek. "Come back to the room with me."
"What about-" Laura started, but was cut off as
Remington leaned down for a tender kiss. "I don't want to think about it," Remington said a few moments later as their lips parted. "I just want to go back to our room and show you how grateful I am that you're here."
Laura could hear the pleading in his voice.
"Okay," she smiled.
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Room 212
They're first time was quick, lacking the gentleness of before. They simply needed to reaffirm their closeness in the midst of Rachel's abduction. Being together had become the most important goal of the evening, and when it was over they collapsed onto one another trying to regain their breath. After a few minutes Remington gathered enough strength to speak.
"Do you even wonder what life would be like if you'd never met me?"
"Sometimes," Laura answered, "but I don't really think it's relevant anymore, do you?"
"Mmm... not really, but it makes me appreciate what I have now a little more."
"I know what you mean. If I'd never met you, I wouldn't miss you."
"Thanks, Laura"
"You know I'm only kidding. Besides," Laura said as she leaned down to kiss Remington's left collarbone, "I'll never have to imagine my life without you because I'm never letting you out of my sight again."
"Well," Remington pulled Laura closer to him, "I suppose I could get used to having you around all the time."
"Oh?"
"I'll always need someone to give me back rubs, bring me breakfast in bed, wash my laundry..." Remington trailed off.
"So you've been pursuing me for four years so I could become your house keeper?" Laura joked. "Because you know that I can't cook."
"Okay, "Remington feigned concentration. "You won't have to cook me breakfast, just bring it to me in bed."
"I won't give you anything in bed if you keep up that attitude." Laura said as she pulled herself off of Remington's body.
"Wait," Remington grabbed Laura's retreating form around her waist. "I could live without the back rubs, and the laundry if it means spending my life with you."
Laura settled her body back atop Remington's. Laura softly pressed her lips to Remington's chin then made her way down his throat. As she moved down his chest to tease his nipples with her teeth and tongue, Laura felt Remington's body come alive at her touches. His skin seemed to warm under her lips, and a thin sheet of sweat began to cover his skin. Pleased that Laura had decided to end their verbal conversation, Remington closed his eyes and tried to relax his body as Laura proceeded to reacquaint herself inch by delicious inch with Remington's flesh. As he fought for control, he focused on Laura's movements as she moved down his body. She slowly moved down his right side, then his left trying to avoid tickling him in the process. Her hands moved down his thighs as her tongue found his navel.
Laura wanted to extend their lovemaking for as long as possible, so she purposely avoided his more sensitive areas and trailed tiny kisses down his right leg. Remington's hands twisted in the sheets as he felt his control slipping. He desperately wanted to remain still and Let Laura become more comfortable and familiar with his body, but as he began to harden in response to Laura moving back up his inner thigh his rational mind ceased to function.
"Lauraaaaa," Remington groaned as she finally moved her mouth to his sex, "I don't know how much longer I can stand this."
Laura smiled inwardly at his response. Over the last day she had discovered that Remington's body was easily aroused whenever she touched him. Maybe it had always been that way, Laura mused as her tongue swirled around the tip of his penis. She felt his hips lift from the mattress slightly and then settle back down as she ceased her movements. He was becoming downright predictable. She moved her tongue back to his tip and his hips rose once again. Deciding to conduct a harmless experiment, Laura took the tip of him into her mouth and sucked gently. This time, not only did his hips rise from the mattress, but his hands moved to tangle themselves in her hair. When she stopped, his hips once again settled, but his handles stayed tangled in her hair as if trying to guide her movements. Nu uh. He wasn't going to get his satisfaction that easy. Laura moved her fingers from his erection to the sensitive area just below. She gently grasped the skin there and squeezed. This time Remington's head twisted from side to side. Laura could tell he was close. He had done the same thing the night before when they had finally moved to the bedroom and made love once again. Yep, head twisting was definitely Remington's warning that he was close to coming. She was about to go down on him again when he suddenly sat up and gently tossed her onto her back. He knew exactly what she had been doing. She was sneaky, but not that sneaky.
"If you want to kill me, Laura," Remington said as he positioned his hips atop Laura's, "all you have to do is shoot me."
"But that wouldn't be any fun, Mr. Steele."
"No," Remington said as he bent Laura's knees to tilt her pelvis. "But, it would save me a lot of suffering." Laura cried out as he swiftly thrust into her.
"Of course," he continued as he let Laura's body adjust to his. "Payback would be out of the question."
Laura answered with little more than a groan as Remington's arms encircled her shoulders as his body began to move atop hers. Wrapping her arms around his shoulders, Laura let Remington set the pace. His thrusts were slow and deep, but Laura could feel his heart pounding above hers. She knew that he was trying to wait for her, to prolong his release,but there was no way he'd be able to hang on that long. Whispering words of encouragement in Remington's ear, Laura wrapped her legs around his torso and squeezed with her inner muscles.
"My God... Laura..." Remington groaned. "I can feel that."
Laura laughed her appreciation and squeezed even tighter. Suddenly, Remington threw his body into overdrive and increased the speed of his thrusts until his body froze. His orgasm so intense, Remington passed out and his body slowly settled atop Laura's. She gently unwrapped her legs from his body and realized with some humor that she'd probably be walking funny in the morning. Oh well, she thought. It was well worth watching Remington lose himself inside her body.
A few moments later, Remington came to. He gently disengaged his body from Laura's and rolled off to her side. Laura followed his movements and settled herself in his embrace.
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11:43
Room 212
It took Remington a few rings to make his way to the phone. He tried not to wake Laura, but since she had fallen asleep with her body covering most of his it wasn't very easy. "Hello," Remington asked. Laura was awake now.
"Sorry to wake you up, but I just wanted you to know that Rachel and I are back in the honeymoon suite."
"Who is it?" Laura asked. The sigh of relief Remington gave answered her question.
"I'm glad she's back safely. Did everything go all right?" Remington asked.
"Yeah," replied David. "Our guys picked up Orofsky as he was trying to pull into his rented slip at the docks. It seems that he forgot to make sure that the area was clear before he docked. I told you he was stupid."
Remington grinned. "So, I suppose you're going to start your honeymoon now?"
"Way ahead of you there," David replied.
"Oh," Remington whispered. "I don't think so."
"What? You mean that while I was out risking my life that you and Laura were... you know..."
"You told us to stay here and not worry, so we stayed near the phone just in case," Remington joke. "Go to wife, Dave."
"Yeah, well, I'll see you later." Both men hung up.
"She's okay?" Laura asked.
"Fine. Now where were we?" Remington asked.
"I believe that we were sleeping," Laura said as she curled up on her side of the bed. "After all, Mr. Steele, we haven't gotten much rest lately."
Remington stretched out next to Laura, spooning her body with his. His left arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her flush against him. Laura moved her left leg in-between Remington's and smiled into the darkness when warm lips pressed into the side of her neck.
"We still have over a week to explore the island," Remington said as his lips made their way over Laura's shoulder. "And I can't think of a better place to spend it with you than in this bed."
Laura laughed. The idea of spending a week in bed with anyone was too much for her.
"Maybe tomorrow in bed," she began, "but I do want to see what Iceland looks like." Remington acknowledged her request running his hand down Laura's thigh.
"That sounds good, but," his hand made its way back up Laura's inner thigh. "Tomorrow we're not leaving this room."
Laura was about to reply when Remington's fingers began to probe her more intimately. His other hand tilted Laura's head so he could more easily kiss her mouth. His tongue gently ran across her lips before darting into her mouth for a brief second.
Laura cried out as Remington slid first one, then two fingers into her body. His thumb gently ran over the sensitive nub of flesh that was the center of her universe. Warmth spread throughout her body, and she could feel Remington's erection pressing against the small of her back. She tried to turn over but Remington gently held her in place and brought her left leg up over his hip.
His fingers ceased their near torturous movements. Remington's lips met Laura's again in another bruising kiss as he thrust into her in one smooth motion. As her body adjusted, Remington's fingers began to tease her nipples into hard peaks. He cupped one flushed breast and gently squeezed.
"You feel so soft," he whispered into her ear before he kissed here there.
Laura groaned her appreciation. From her present position there wasn't much she could do other than hang on for the ride. Her body was simultaneously screaming for release and from the soreness from a few hours before. But, the pleasure quickly outpassed the pain as Remington's fingers began to move more possessively over her breasts. The arm that had been trapped under Laura's body moved to caress her breasts while Remington's other hand moved back down between her legs.
He could tell Laura was close. She had better be, he thought. His body felt as if it were about to explode from the pleasure. He desperately wanted Laura to finish with him this time. God knows that her body must be sore. His was killing him. He was relieved moments later as Laura came with his tongue buried inside her mouth. He swallowed her scream. His lips broke from hers as he felt himself erupt as well.
Their bodies slowed their movements, and Remington gently pulled himself from Laura. Although he tried to be gentle, the moan that came from Laura was definitely caused by pain.
"I'm sorry," he whispered as Laura turned over and came into his arms. "I never meant to hurt you, Laura."
"I don't think I'll be able to walk tomorrow," Laura responded, "but you could never hurt me like that."
"Just the same," Remington continued his apology, "maybe we should plan on sleeping for the next day or so."
"Sounds good," Laura said. A moment later she surprised Remington as she broke from his embrace and climbed out of bed.
"Where are you going?" Remington asked.
"To soak my tired muscles in that huge bath tub. Want to join me?" she asked with a grin.
Remington threw the covers
back as he practically jumped out of bed. "Wouldn't miss
it for the world."
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