- "Steele Stringed Hearts"©
- Chapter 2
- by NorahBolt56
Kate sat in her hotel room thinking about the events of the day
- in a million years she never would have dreamed she'd bump
into Harry again in LA of all places. God he still looked good,
she thought to herself with a rueful shake of her head as a host
of memories came back to her. She got her purse out of her handbag
& pulled out the folded up photo booth strip that she kept
there. It had faded somewhat over the years but the memories
it brought back hadn't. She looked at the young teenage boy &
girl in the photos, almost unrecognisable now, pulling silly
faces and mucking around, and in the last photo on the strip
they were kissing. She stared at that photo for a moment and
blinked back a tear as she folded the strip back up and put it
back in her purse. She then looked at another photo in her purse
that brought a smile to her face. With a sigh she put her purse
away then reached for the phone. "Yes I'd like the number
for Remington Steele Investigations please," she said to
Later that night Remington was sitting in his apartment mulling
over the day's events. Coming face to face with Kate O'Casey,
his first love, again had stirred up all sorts of memories that
he had long hidden as well as a lot of conflicting emotions.
He had carefully evaded Laura's questions as to whether he knew
Kate or not, as well as not divulging the real reason he had
come out of her dressing room with a red cheek, where Kate had
slapped him. He knew it was only a matter of time though before
Laura uncovered the truth - she wasn't a top private investigator
The buzzing of his doorbell interrupted his thoughts. Wondering
who it could be at that time of night he got up to answer it.
It's probably Laura, he thought to himself, come to drill me
for answers. She's like a dog with a bone when it comes to finding
out about my past he thought wryly. It was not however Laura
at his door. "Kate?" he greeted the woman standing
there with some surprise.
- "Hi Harry," she greeted him with the only name
she'd ever known him by.
- "Haven't had second thoughts about giving me that
right hook of yours have you?" he asked somewhat warily.
- "No," she laughed as a rueful grin spread across
her face. "I thought I might find someone here I used to
know. I brought a peace offering - wine & Bogart," she
stated as she lifted up the bottle of red she was holding and
a video of The Maltese Falcon. "I got your address from
your secretary," she explained with a smile.
- He smiled back at her, which after all those years still
had the same effect on her. "You always did know how to
get me in Kate - you remembered I'm a sucker for Bogart,"
he said as his crooked grin crossed his face.
- "I remember a lot of things Harry," she replied,
giving him a meaningful look. "And we need to talk,"
- "Yes indeed we do," he agreed as he showed her
in. Unlike earlier in the day when they had first come face to
face, he was now dressed in jeans and a casual blue shirt, more
like the young man she used to know.
"Nice digs," she remarked as she looked around his
luxurious apartment. "Certainly nicer than some of the dives
we lived in in London."
- "Yes well being Remington Steele does have its advantages"
he quipped. He opened the wine and got a couple of glasses for
them. "Good vintage," he remarked as he looked at the
label. "Much better than the stuff we used to drink back
in the day eh?" he added with a laugh as he put the video
in his VCR and sat down next to her on the couch, handing her
"Just look at us hey? Who would have thought it? Two kids
from the streets of London - one a successful private detective
- "And the other a famous rock star," Remington
interjected. "I'm proud of you Kate - you achieved your
dream," he stated affectionately.
- "Thanks, that means a lot to hear you say that. I
guess I did - well part of it anyway," she confessed and
from the look she gave him he knew what she was getting at. "I
would have given it all up for you, you know," she stated
simply her eyes searching his.
- "I know," he confessed, "and I couldn't
let you do that. I didn't want you giving up your dream for me."
"Is that why you left Harry?" Kate asked, tears suddenly
springing to her eyes.
- He ran a hand through his hair, feeling the guilt and
regret again that he had always felt over the way he had left
things between them. "Partly," he admitted then coughed
a little nervously and went on. "I guess I got scared."
- "Scared of what? I know things got a bit crazy when
I got the record deal - did I go overboard with the whole planning
our future life together ?" she asked the question that
had haunted her for fourteen years. Had she driven him away?
- "No, no" he reassured her as he shook his head.
"I guess I got scared that once you found fame and fortune
you wouldn't need me anymore and that you'd leave me,' he confessed,
the vulnerability in his voice touching her.
- She looked at him with shock. "Did you really think
I would have done that to you?" she asked.
- He shook his head ruefully. "Looking back now I know
you never would have done that to me. But back then ..I guess
I let my fears get the better of me. Everyone in my life that
I cared about had always left me - I suppose I thought history
was going to repeat itself," he admitted.
- "Why didn't you tell me this fourteen years ago Harry?"
Kate asked softly, trying to understand his actions of long ago.
- He looked down at the floor, searching for the right words
to say. "I..I guess I didn't know how to," he confessed.
"As I said this afternoon, I'm sorry I hurt you Katie -
I was a coward to leave you like I did," he added sincerely
as she tried to fight back her tears.
As the movie played on they talked - a conversation fourteen
years overdue. For a moment, he wondered if he should tell her
about his relationship with Laura - but how to explain it? He
didn't fully understand it himself - more than colleagues or
friends, but not quite lovers? Plus Laura had made it very clear
in Cannes that they should only have a professional relationship.
So he stayed silent on that topic.
As they talked & reminisced & eventually laughed again
together, Kate felt herself falling back into the familiar warmth
of his company. As well as his love she had missed their friendship.
She rested her head on his shoulder as he automatically draped
an arm around her. How many times had they watched movies together
in the exact same position in the past, they both mused. As the
movie credits rolled an amused chuckle escaped his lips.
- "What's so funny?' Kate asked.
- "Oh I was just remembering the last time we watched
this movie together."
- A smile crossed Kate's face as she remembered it as well.
"As I recall, I don't think we actually watched that much
of it," she remarked with a grin.
- "No we didn't, did we? Oh it's a rare woman than
can come between me & Bogart, Katie" he quipped. "I
do recall us getting thrown out of that fleapit for 'inappropriate
behaviour' though," he added, his eyebrow going up in a
devilish fashion as they both laughed. "Ah good times, good
times," he sighed wistfully, his voice lapsing somewhat
back into the Irish brogue of his youth. He didn't know if it
was the wine or the memories but he felt more relaxed than he'd
done in ages. The whole 'maintaining just a professional relationship'
that Laura had insisted on and her apparent inability to trust
him had put him on edge more than he realised. He closed his
eyes for a moment, thinking back to his younger, more carefree
days that he had spent with Kate - when he didn't have to pretend
he was someone else, and suddenly part of him longed for that
Meanwhile Kate was fighting an internal battle with herself.
Don't go there, a little voice inside her head warned her, trying
to protect herself and her heart. But another voice said, what
the hell? This is Harry. With some reluctance she said, "Well
I guess I should go." He opened his eyes and looked at her
and she knew she was a goner. She'd always been a sucker for
those gorgeous blue eyes of his.
- "I guess you should," he murmured softly, but
his body was acting in direct contrast to his words as his face
inched closer to hers.
- "Harry I don't think that's a good i .." Kate
half-heartedly went to protest as his lips brushed hers. Oh God,
she thought to herself, they're still as soft as ever, and despite
her best intentions she found herself responding to him.
When she finally managed to regain some self-control and pull
herself away from him she whispered with a wry smile "You're
making it very hard for me to leave."
- "So don't," he replied, his eyes holding hers
intently, and then added with a devilish grin, "You're making
it very hard for me too," as he gave her a meaningful look
which left her in no doubt as to what he was referring to .
- "You always were a cheeky bugger Harry," she
laughed at his innuendo. "Come here tiger," she murmured
huskily, using her old pet name for him as she pulled him to
her and his lips claimed hers again, but this time with a renewed
fervour, the passion they had shared in their younger years roaring
to life again.
As his hands wandered over her body she gave into the feelings
he had always evoked in her. "Oh Harry I've missed you,
missed this," she breathed. He remembered all the places
she liked to be touched as she did for him, the places they had
first discovered when they had lost their virginity to each other
all those years ago. He ran his hands up from her waist to tenderly
cup her breasts, a bit fuller than he remembered, as she unbuttoned
his shirt and ran her hands through his dark chest hair, a bit
thicker than she remembered.
- "As much as fooling around on a couch brings back
fond memories of when we were kids, perhaps we should move this
into the bedroom eh?" he whispered seductively in her ear
after a while, his voice thick with passion.
- "Good idea," she murmured back with a grin,
her voice husky, as he got up and taking her hand led her into
Despite their growing need for each other and the fact it had
been quite a while since either of them had been with anyone,
they started undressing each other slowly, taking their time.
Kate still felt a bit hesitant but with each passing moment she
found those hesitations disappearing as she gave into the memories
he was stirring in her.
He pulled her black tank top out of her jeans slowly as his kisses
ran down her neck finding that particularly sensitive spot he
remembered she had, and she pushed his shirt off him, running
her hands over his chest as they fell back onto his bed together.
Needing to feel her body against him he yanked the tank top off
her with a grin.
- Kate grinned back at him then turned around "Ah can
you give me a hand here?" as she nodded towards her bra.
- "My pleasure," he quipped with a devilish wiggle
of his eyebrows and as he started to unhook her bra he noticed
with some surprise the tattoo on her left shoulder - a small
Irish harp with some music notes around it. A slow, sexy grin
crossed his face - oh she was full of surprises. He had never
really been a fan of tattoos, especially on women, but on Kate
they seemed to add to her allure and suited her somehow. "I
don't recall you having a tattoo Katie and I certainly thought
I had discovered everything about you," he whispered in
a seductive voice as he gave her a meaningful look and he gently
traced it with a long, slender finger.
- Kate looked over her shoulder at him with a smile of her
own. "Well a girl's got to have some secrets doesn't she?"
she quipped cheekily. "And there's more than one,"
she added, giving him a challenging look.
"Really?" he asked with a boyish grin. "Where?"
- Kate laughed then whispered in his ear, "Why don't
you see if you can find the others," as she planted a kiss
on that spot just under his ear that she remembered always drove
him a little crazy.
- His grin got wider as he divested her of her bra and then
gently pushed her down on the bed, running one hand up her leg
and the other finding a breast. With a little more urgency he
started undoing her jeans as she did the same to him, As he pulled
her jeans down he noticed the shape of a tiger along one hip
. "A tiger?" he asked with a grin as he cocked an eyebrow
- "I like tigers," she replied with a grin of
- "Hmm.. now that I remember," he laughed as he
playfully growled at her and started trailing kisses down her
body until he reached the tiger tattoo. He slowly pulled down
her underwear, his blues eyes never leaving hers as he tenderly
kissed the image inked into her skin, leaving her trembling with
- "Harry,," she breathed as she ran her hands
through his hair, needing his touch.
- "I can't see anymore," he murmured against her,
his breath tickling her skin as his eyes roamed over her.
- "Keep looking," she urged him with a husky laugh.
- Always up for a challenge, he playfully flipped her onto
her stomach and found her final tattoo on her lower back - it
was a symbol he didn't recognise, although he was fairly certain
it was some sort of Celtic design. Underneath it were the following
words in Gaelic 'Mo chroi, mo shaol'. He had to admit
his written Gaelic was a bit rusty so he didn't immediately recognise
- "What's that mean and what's the symbol?' he asked
as he traced the outline of it, first with his finger and then
with his lips.
- Kate was reluctant to tell him what the symbol and words
meant so instead she rolled over and pulled him down to her with
a grin. "Will you shut up about my tatts already Harry and
kiss me!" she exclaimed.
- "Oh I can do better than that," he quipped mischievously.
- "Oh I'm sure you can," she replied with a laugh
as he proceeded to do just that.
Although in some ways it felt like their first time again, in
other ways it was very, very different. No longer was he that
inexperienced young boy fumbling and rushing to the end result.
He had learnt through his experiences with women over the years
that the journey to that end point was half the fun. He made
love to her as an experienced man, taking his time to enjoy her
and to make sure that she was experiencing as much pleasure as
he was. And when their bodies finally merged together they fell
into a familiar rhythm that felt to both of them as if time had
stood still and no years had passed between them. They both found
their release at the same time, a bitter sweet moment that left
them both breathless and brought back memories for both of them.
As he propped himself up on his elbows so as not to collapse
on top of her and closed his eyes for a moment, an image came
unbidden into his mind - Laura. He shook his head as if to dispel
the image and the sudden stab of guilt he felt.
- "You okay tiger?" Kate asked as she reached
up and brushed a stray lock of hair off his forehead.
- "Of course," he lied as he smiled down at her
then rolled over, pulling her with him and putting an arm around
- "Just getting my breath back," he explained
hurriedly as she smiled at him.
- "I know what you mean.. that was..", she couldn't
find the right words to describe it. Amazing, wonderful , didn't
even seem to do it justice. "You haven't lost your touch
Harry. And you've certainly learnt a thing or two," she
murmured huskily as he smiled.
- "Well maybe here & there," he quipped with
a mischievous grin. He pulled her closer, trying to enjoy the
moment, desperately trying to push thoughts of Laura to the back
of his mind, as he battled with his conflicting emotions.
- Kate rested her head on his chest, the two of them silent
for a few minutes, content to lie there together as they had
done many times in the past.
Kate hesitated for a moment, trying to work up the courage to
do what she knew she needed to. "Harry..there's something
I need to tell you." When he didn't respond she said his
name softly again. "Harry?" As she did so she lifted
her head to look at him to find him fast asleep. A rueful grin
crossed her face as she shook her head. "Another time then,"
she whispered as she gently kissed him and watched him as he
slept. She had always loved watching him sleep - he looked so
innocent and vulnerable. She fell asleep in his arms eventually
as well but woke up momentarily during the night when he moved
in his sleep, pulling her closer to him.
- "Oh Laura," he murmured in his sleep as Kate
looked at him in shock and felt her heart shatter into a million
pieces all over again, just like it had done fourteen years ago
when he'd left her.
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