It's Steele a Possibility - Part 2
by LoveSteele

(Disclaimer:  PG-13.  This one goes out to Nancy.  This is also in first person, but this time it's Laura doing all the thinking.)

Calm down.  It's *just* dinner.  I've had dinner with him more nights than you can count over the last four years.  Tonight isn't any different.  It isn't!  Just a nice, romantic evening spent between two people who care deeply for one another, but can't bring themselves to express it. Okay, I admit it, I'm nervous.  It's not every night I choose to move past my fear and uncertainty concerning the man I love to show him that I don't want things to stay at a standstill forever.

The man I love.  Sounds so serious.  I sound so serious.  *sigh*  Why can't this just be simple between us? Why can't I just go over there, tell him I love him, want to spend my life with him and tell him to take me to bed?  Because he'd freak, that's why.  Overloading the poor man with commitment will only make him run away from me, shrieking in terror.  Okay, so that's a bit melodramatic, but the concept is still the same.

Maybe that's part of the problem.  We've always tied sex in with talking about commitment. While I think we should wait until we've made the commitment to each other before we make love, I think that requiring it only puts a damper on things.  He's not exactly Mister Commitment. I'm not sure if he's ready to admit he wants to spend the rest of his life with me.  I'm not sure if *I'm* ready to commit to that.  But, sue me, I love him.  I'm head over heels in love with him. Who wouldn't be?

I'm not talking physique either.  It doesn't take a rocket scientist to see that he's very handsome. Gorgeous.  Incredibly gorgeous.  Whoever his family is, they sure blessed him with all the right genes.  Still, he keeps himself well groomed... which I find incredible attractive.  Then again, a day's worth of stubble on that face of his does something to me that no other man has yet to accomplish.  If I didn't catch myself sometimes I know I would drool.  And, he doesn't have that look very often.  Only sometimes ...when I catch him trying to watch football on a Sunday afternoon.

Anyway, like I said, it's not his body that attracts me the most.  He's got a good heart.  He's nice to those who deserve it, and he gives people the benefit of the doubt... something that I need to do more of.  He loves unconditionally.  I think that in a way, he's so starved for love that he doesn't know what to do with it once he has it.  He's also very intelligent.  He learns faster than anyone I know, and he's always willing to learn something new.  

Let's not forget the man can cook.  As a child I avoided the kitchen, content to let Mother and Francis cook.  But, Mr. Steele can make anything.  He's always dazzling me with one of his gourmet meals.  It's wonderful, but sometimes I wish we could just grab a pizza and a six pack and watch television.  Not exactly gourmet, but I got accustomed to it in college and it's nice to just relax sometimes.

Also, Mr. Steele is nothing if not creative.  When I think of the ways he's worked a movie into practically every case we have, I wonder if he doesn't remember everything he's seen and heard. Then again, he does tune out when I mention paperwork.  Legwork causes him to slip into a near coma.  Perhaps it's a selective gift.

The thing is, I know he's willing to commit to me.  I think he wants this as much as I do.  I'm sure that he wants me as much as I want him.  He's always been interested.  I'm just not sure that I compare to his previous "dates."  I'm not tall.  I think I look okay, but I feel sort of plain next to some of the mammoth women he's dated.  Tall and busty.  Tall, busty, and not all together there. Well, that's not entirely true.  He's dated smart women, just not the kind who really have his best interests at heart.  If I didn't think the best thing for him was stability and my unconditional love, I would tell him that.  Wouldn't I?

Okay, I'm almost there.  At least I found a spot in the garage this time.  Last time I parked out on the street someone stole the Rabbit's radio.  Okay, going up.  Going up... oh boy, this is it. Time to test my little theory and see if we can't hit it off tonight.  Hopefully, I won't get too tired after he stuffs me with one of his incredibly yummy creations and nod off before we get to the good stuff.  I'm knocking now.  No time like the present.  What's the best way to tell him I want to jump his bones?  

Oh, there he is, all dressed in black.  Silk.  Oh my, he's definitely got me tonight.  Maybe we'll just have to skip dinner altogether.  

End Part 2