Remington woke some time after Laura left. At first when he realised she wasn't next to him in the bed and there was no answer when he called her name he had a sinking feeling in his stomach that she had panicked and ran, putting that distance between them again which he thought they had finally bridged by admitting their true feelings for each other earlier that morning. It was then he saw the note on her pillow. He picked it up and read it.
Just had to pop out to do something. Be back soon. Don't go anywhere.
L xx.
A smile crossed his face as he realised his fears were unfounded. Rubbing his face he got out of her bed and figuring she'd probably be back soon he decided to start preparing breakfast for the two of them. I hope she's gone to the supermarket, he thought to himself as he searched her fridge & cupboards for ingredients and didn't come up with much. What does she eat? he thought to himself shaking his head with a grin. He managed to find some eggs and a few vegetables and started making an omelette, whistling happily to himself as he did so.
He hoped she'd be back soon - as well as feeling hungry he was also looking forward to the 'unfinished business' they had to attend to. He had to admit if he had picked the location where they would first make love, Laura's loft wouldn't have immediately sprung to mind - his apartment in front of the fireplace perhaps, or some exotic location, but the more he thought about it, the more it made perfect sense. Here in her home was where she truly felt comfortable and was surrounded by so many things that made her the woman she was - the piano he had given her to replace her grandmother's one, her ballet barre, the photos of her family and her other treasured possessions. By making love with her for the first time here, in her bed, he felt like she was truly inviting him into her home and into her life.
Laura arrived home soon after to the delicious smell of his cooking and realised she was famished, not having eaten anything since a very quick dinner backstage at the stadium the night before. She found Remington in the kitchen bent over looking for something in the fridge and had to admire the sight of his shirtless body clad only in a pair of jeans that showed off his gorgeous rear. While she loved him in his suits, the sight of him clad in jeans always took her breath away.
A smile crossed her face as she came up behind him and slipped her arms around him. "Hmm - what a way to come home and find something delicious waiting for me in my kitchen," she murmured huskily as she kissed him on that point on his neck, just below his ear, which she knew drove him a little crazy. A groan escaped his lips as he felt his body immediately react to her touch. He caught her hands in his and turned around, a lopsided grin crossing his face.
"Now Laura if you want breakfast I suggest you don't keep that up," he stated as his lips found hers.
"Keep what up?" she replied cheekily as he wiggled an eyebrow at her and pulled her against him, knowing he didn't have to hide the effect she had on him from her any more.
"I'll give you one guess," he whispered in her ear, his voice thick with passion, as she felt his hard length against her. Her desire filled gaze met his, as unlike before when she had felt his arousal she would have backed away, she now readily welcomed it.
"I see you've got your energy back Mr Steele," she laughed softly, suddenly wondering if she really wanted breakfast.
"Very much so Miss Holt," he murmured, his eyes a deep cobalt blue as he kissed her thoroughly, then just as her hands began to travel up from his waist to his chest he deftly ducked out of her grasp. "As much as I'd like to continue this right here and now Laura I think we need to eat first as I suspect we could be ah… rather preoccupied for a while," he stated with a promising look.
Somewhat reluctantly Laura nodded in agreement as she perched herself up on the kitchen bench. "I suspect you may be right Mr Steele," she said, returning the look which made it hard for him to focus on cooking.
"Coffee?" he asked as she nodded and he poured her a cup which she gratefully accepted.
She watched him finishing up the omelette as she sipped her coffee, thinking to herself, I could get used to this. It just felt so natural, so right, to have him pottering around in her kitchen. She suddenly realised that comfortable familiarity had been there between them for a long time but she hadn't allowed herself to see it for what it really was.
"So where did you get to?" Remington's voice interrupted her thoughts. "I'm gathering by the absence of grocery bags you didn't go the supermarket? I really need to stock this kitchen properly for you Laura," he laughed as did she, knowing his culinary skills far surpassed her own.
"I went to the hospital to visit Kate - to thank her for saving my life. In more ways than one," she replied as she gave him a meaningful look. He looked at her for a moment then nodded.
"Thank you" he stated simply.
"What for?"
"Just for being you," he replied with a warm smile as he kissed her softly. "Laura, I know this past week hasn't been easy, for any of us, and I'm sorry.." he started to say but she put a finger to his lips.
"I know we have a lot to talk about but let's do it later huh? Right now, I'm hungry - and not just for breakfast," she said as she trailed a finger down his chest.
Remington couldn't believe his ears - Laura not wanting to talk? That's got to be a first, he thought to himself. "Later it is then," he replied with a grin as he took her hand in his and kissed her palm, the intimate gesture taking her breath away.
He grabbed two plates and served up the omelette. They sat opposite each other at the dining table as they ate, their eyes never leaving each other. A smile crossed Laura's face as a laugh escaped her lips.
"What's so funny?" Remington asked, perplexed. "I didn't think the omelette was that bad,' he quipped with a grin of his own. Laura shook her head wryly.
"No, I was just thinking how typical this is of us."
"What is?"
"Well you've got to admit this is a bit unconventional - you usually have breakfast together the 'morning after' rather than beforehand," she laughed, giving him a meaningful look.
"True. But why be conventional eh? It's so…boring," he retorted with a devilish grin.
"Why indeed Mr Steele," Laura replied with a cheeky grin and a mischievous gleam in her eye as never taking her eyes off him, she slowly pulled the fork out of her mouth in a way that left him visibly shaken. He quickly gulped down his tea as his throat had suddenly gone dry. Laura tried to hide an amused smirk at the effect her teasing was having on him.
Fully aware of what she was doing Remington raised an eyebrow at her when he'd managed to compose himself a bit. "Careful Laura -you know what they say about payback," he warned her with a chuckle.
"Promises, promises Mr Steele," she retorted with a sly grin.
"That I intend to keep Miss Holt," he responded, mirroring her words of earlier that morning, as he gave her a meaningful look, his blue eyed gaze never wavering from her.
They quickly finished eating and cleared away the plates then Remington went to take Laura into his arms. "Now for the main course eh?" he quipped with a lopsided grin.
She planted a quick kiss on his lips then scooted out of his grasp. In reply to his questioning look she explained with a smile. "Let me just make a quick phone call to Mildred to fill her in on what happened last night - if she hears there was a shooting at the stadium last night and can't get a hold of us she'll be worried. And the last thing we need is her calling or turning up here knocking on the door at a how shall we say.. inopportune moment."
"Good idea," Remington replied with a grin as Laura started dialling.
"Yes Mildred, Mr Steele and I are both fine," Laura reassured her after she'd explained to her about the events of the previous evening.
Remington looked at her and made a gesture encouraging her to wind up the call as he gave her a meaningful look. His need for her was starting to overwhelm him a bit - he had waited long enough for her and he didn't want to wait any more. "Yes I'm sure we'll both be catching up on sleep today," she told a little white lie as the corners of her mouth turned up in a mischievous grin which was mirrored by Remington. "Okay we'll see you in the office first thing Monday morning Mildred. Oh yes I've no doubt I'll enjoy the rest of the weekend," Laura said as she gave him a promising look. "You too Mildred. Bye." She then pulled the phone cord out of the wall with a grin.
"I like the way you think Miss Holt," Remington laughed as he pulled her into his arms again, his lips finding hers.
They kissed, tenderly at first, taking their time, as he pulled the hair tie out of her ponytail letting her hair fall freely so he could run his hands through it. "Laura.. are you sure?" Remington asked the question that had been on his mind since earlier that morning, his eyes searching hers, half expecting her to draw away again as she had done so many times in the past.
An alluring smile crossed her face and her eyes shone with love for him as she allayed his fears. "I've never been more sure of anything in my whole life." She linked her arms around his neck and pulled his mouth down to hers and proceeded to show him just how sure she was that it was finally the right time for them to 'take that step'.
She ran her hands up his bare back as she started kissing his neck, eliciting a small moan from him. "You seem to have the upper hand clothing wise Laura," he murmured in between kisses as he arched an eyebrow at her.
"Well we can't have that now can we?" she murmured back with a dimpled smile.
"No.. we can't," he replied with a grin, as his fingers found the buttons of her blouse and deftly unbuttoned them one by one, leaving her breathless in the process.
A delighted smile crossed his face as he opened her blouse to reveal a red satin bra. "Hmm red...my favourite colour on you Laura," he whispered approvingly, his eyes travelling over her as his mouth claimed hers again, the kiss deepening quickly as he pulled her against him.
"Thought it might be.," she whispered when they finally had to stop to take a breath, glad she'd chosen it when she was getting dressed earlier that morning. "I kind of got the feeling last night that you ah.. approved of the colour of my dress," she added with a cheeky laugh, remembering the way he'd looked at her when he first saw her wearing the rather revealing red dress she'd worn on stage as one of Kate's backup singers.
"Definitely - ever since you wore that gorgeous red dress that first night I assumed Remington Steele's identity and I held you in my arms as we danced, I've been a sucker for you in red," he confessed, his voice husky. "It brings out those delectable freckles of yours," he added with a slow, sexy smile as he traced a finger along one of her collar bones over the dappling of freckles there. He pushed the blouse off her shoulders and she shrugged it off. He swallowed hard at the sight of her clad only in her bra and jeans as she smiled at his reaction. "It also matched the delightful flush you had on your cheeks that night," he remembered, giving her a meaningful look.
"As I recall, that 'flush' was a result of boiling rage," she pointed out with a grin.
"Maybe so .. but I think there was something else as well," he countered as his lips brushed hers, just as she had wanted him to do that night (not that she would have admitted it to him back then!).
"Awfully sure of yourself aren't you Mr Steele?" she laughed as she linked her arms around his neck.
"Hmm.. I'd call it hopeful Miss Holt," he replied, his blue eyes twinkling mischievously at her, as she pulled his mouth down to hers again.
"If I'd known how much you liked me in red I would have worn it more often," Laura murmured with a grin between kisses.
"We wouldn't have got much work done if you had," Remington confessed with a grin of his own.
"Hmm perhaps.. but I think I prefer this type of 'work' don't you Mr Steele?" she practically purred as she ran a finger down one of his bare arms.
"Well it's a dirty job but someone's got to do it," a throaty laugh escaped his lips as they began to trail down her neck and lower.
"Laura do you know how long I've wanted to do this?' Remington murmured as he kissed the freckles on top of her shoulders, slowly working his way across to the top of her chest.
Laura smiled as she ran her hands through his hair. "Oh I think I have an idea - about as long as I've wanted you to do it."
He momentarily brought his head up to look at her, a grin crossing his face as he realised her desire for him matched his for her. His hands then slowly traced a line where his mouth had been moments before, then dipped lower to gently cup her breasts as she felt her breath catch in her throat. He caressed her through the satin fabric of her bra, feeling her nipples hardening under his touch as he also felt himself hardening (even more than he already was if that were possible) in response.
Ever so slowly he undid the clasp at the front of her bra and pulled the straps down her arms as she shrugged out of it. She momentarily felt a little self- conscious as his eyes travelled over her, knowing she wasn't particularly well endowed in that area but the look in his eyes told her she had nothing to be self-conscious about.
"Laura, you are absolutely beautiful," he reassured her with a smile as he gently caressed her bare breasts. She closed her eyes at the sensations he was evoking in her which she could feel in her very core. He brushed his face against her gently and she squirmed a little at the exquisite feeling of his stubble against her bare skin. "Sorry I should have shaved," he apologised as he gently kissed her where his stubble had grazed her.
She shook her head "No it's okay - it doesn't hurt. In fact, I like you unshaven - it's sexy," she murmured huskily.
"Remind me to throw out my razor," he quipped with a cheeky grin as she laughed and he continued to caress her. He then replaced his hands with his mouth, gently licking & nibbling and then sucking on her rosy peaks until she couldn't stop a moan escaping her lips.
A smile crossed his face at her obvious pleasure and he had to admit he was feeling the same. He suddenly wished he was wearing something other than jeans as his arousal was chafing uncomfortably, straining against the heavy fabric. "All in good time mate," he thought to himself, wanting to give her as much pleasure as he could, although he knew he wouldn't be able to hold off for too much longer.
With that thought in mind he scooped Laura into his arms and carried her up the steps to her bed, laying her down on it. She went to link her arms around his neck to pull him down to her but he caught her hands in his and with a devilish wiggle of his eyebrows he scooted down towards the end of the bed and took off her shoes and then running a hand up her thigh, he undid the button of her jeans and pulled the zipper down, leaving her breathless with anticipation. She lifted her hips so he could pull them off and he didn't fail to notice that her action brought her lower half tantalisingly closer to his face. He looked up at her, his eyes holding hers captive as he trailed a finger up one slender leg. She couldn't help but giggle as his touch tickled a particularly sensitive spot behind her knee.
"I must remember that spot," he murmured with a smile, the sound of her laughter only adding to his arousal - her laugh had always done something to him. He struggled to keep himself in check as he continued to caress her lovely legs - how many fantasies had he had of doing just that over the years? he thought to himself, still not quite believing that she was actually letting him do so, and more.
Laura's breath was becoming a bit ragged as his actions also reminded her of several fantasises she'd had of him over the years, although they now paled in comparison with the reality of his love-making. He swapped his hand to the other leg, deliberately teasing her as he avoided the spot between her legs where she wanted him to touch her the most. As if in invitation she raised her hips slightly off the bed towards him and he cocked an eyebrow at her.
"Are you going to make me beg Mr Steele?" she asked with a laugh, although her voice was somewhat strained, giving away her heightened state of arousal.
"Wouldn't dream of it Miss Holt," he murmured with that sexy smile that she loved, his blue eyes twinkling mischievously at her, as he finally placed a hand over her, one of his long, slender fingers working it's way under her underwear to stroke her intimately. She gasped at the sensation as he gulped a little at finding her more than ready for him. Needing to touch her fully he peeled off her underwear, marvelling as she finally lay totally naked before him. His fingers found her again as his mouth found hers, his tongue probing her mouth in a sign of things to come. She moaned against his lips, knowing she was close as his fingers continued to work their magic and she moved involuntarily against them. It had been so long since she had felt like this - it felt like she was coming alive again. Her hands were also doing their own exploring, running through his thick, dark chest hair and then travelling over his stomach before coming to rest on his belt buckle. Summoning what little restraint he had left and ignoring the throbbing in his own groin he caught her hands in his once again, thinking to himself, "Oh no my dear Laura, I'm not finished with you just yet."
With that his head travelled back down her body, lavishing kisses on her breasts before moving down to her stomach which quivered under his touch. She watched with a degree of both excitement and nervousness as she realised where he was heading - no man had ever done that to her before, not even Wilson, although he had been more than happy to be on the receiving end, she thought wryly to herself. Remington felt her tense up a little as his head trailed lower and he stopped momentarily and looked up at her, his eyes darkened with passion to a deep indigo blue.
"Trust me Laura," he whispered softly then added with a grin, "Just relax and enjoy it love." Any qualms she might have had were quickly dashed as his tongue and lips found her most sensitive spot and all coherent thought left her head. She had never felt sensations so exquisite and she could feel her climax rapidly approaching - God, the things that man could do with his mouth, she thought to herself as she neared the brink. A part of her wanted nothing more than to let go and ride the wave that was about to crest inside her, but another part of her knew she wanted to share this moment with him. After all the time they had waited to be together like this she knew there was only one way it had to be. With every ounce of self-control she possessed she grabbed his hair and gently tugged his head up. "Laura..?" he asked, somewhat puzzled. He could tell she was close, very close, so why was she stopping him?
She gazed at him intently, the passion in her eyes matching his and managed to utter a single word, "Together."
A smile crossed his face as he nodded in agreement and pulled himself up next to her. "You are definitely overdressed Mr Steele," she murmured huskily, regaining the ability to talk somewhat, as she kissed him deeply and this time he didn't stop her hands as she unbuckled his belt.
"Laura, given the situation, don't you think calling me 'Mr Steele' is a bit formal?" he laughed a little, although he was now rapidly losing the power of speech as he felt her hand cup him through his jeans.
She looked at him with a seductive smile as she slowly undid his jeans and pulled down his zipper, leaving him breathless. "I guess you're right…Remington," she murmured in his ear as she nibbled on it and he almost came right then & there as he heard her finally call him by his name, the name she'd given him. The way it rolled off her tongue in her lilting voice did something to him he couldn't explain. And the way she was touching him was having the same effect.
"Lauraa..," he practically growled as her hand closed around him and he knew it was payback time - not that he was complaining!
He shifted his hips up so she could pull down his jeans as he had done to her. She had often wondered how well-endowed he was, and the size of the bulge in his black briefs didn't disappoint. She stroked him through the fabric as he closed his eyes in ecstasy then in one swift movement she pulled off his briefs and was touching him skin to skin. Her eyes travelled over his lean naked body as his had done to hers. How many times had she wondered what his body would look like under those expensive suits he wore - sure she'd caught glimpses of his chest every now & again but here he was finally, gloriously naked in front of her. She had never thought a man could be beautiful but looking at him now she realised how wrong she had been - he was the most beautiful specimen of manhood she had ever seen. Her eyes travelled down from those gorgeous blue eyes that were now darkened with passion to his sensuous full lips, his strong jaw & the dimple in his chin, the thick dark hair that covered his chest and trailed down his stomach, the lean lines of his torso, his strong arms with just the right amount of lean muscle, his long, slender fingers which he used so expertly, she mused with a smile. And then she focused on the proof of his arousal, standing long & proud in front of her and the look of pure wanting in her eyes almost made him blush.
Thinking of the way he had just pleasured her with his mouth she knew she had to repay the favour. She gently pushed him back on the bed, and trailed a path of kisses from his chest downwards as he had done to her. "Laura.. you don't have to.," he managed to get out, although part of his brain (or was it another part of his body? he thought to himself) screamed at him, "What are you saying?? Are you crazy?? Don't stop her now!" Sure he'd had enough fantasies of her doing exactly that to him but the thought of her actually doing it was almost too much for him to take.
"It's okay - I want to," she reassured him with a mischievous smile as she bent her head to him, gently licking him at first then becoming bolder as she took him into her mouth.
"Oh God ..Laura.," he moaned incoherently at the feel of her mouth on him as his hips twitched involuntarily towards her. He remembered that fool Wilson, her ex-boyfriend, describing her as 'absurdly passionate' and now he was finding out why as she was driving him insane with what she was doing to him. What an idiot Wilson was, he thought to himself - well his loss is my gain!
He knew he was very, very close and he didn't want it to be all over before it had begun. As they had agreed, he wanted to reach that 'magical moment' with her, he wanted to watch her as she hit the peak with him. "Laura..I'm ah .." he murmured in a warning tone, his voice strained, which his body echoed as she felt him tense up a little. With a smile she stopped her ministrations then straddled him, positioning herself over where she wanted, needed to be.
A thought then came to Remington, pushing its way through the desire fuelled haze that was clouding his brain. "Ah Laura sorry to put the brakes on at such a crucial point but um.. do you have any protection? I wasn't thinking this far ahead when I came here this morning," he confessed. "Not that I don't want children - I do some day, but I don't think now is exactly the right time for us to be considering that," he reassured her. At his words, her heart skipped a beat - was he saying he wanted to have children with her one day?
She had to admit she had entertained that idea more than a few times herself. She smiled at him, "It's okay - I went back on the pill a while ago, just in case. I guess I thought this moment would happen eventually and I wanted to be prepared," thinking to herself she was glad she hadn't gone off it after they'd made their agreement in Cannes. Trust my Laura to think of everything, Remington thought with a grin. "Not that I don't want children either," she clarified. "I'd love to have them one day, but as you said, just not right now." He smiled at the thought of seeing her pregnant with his child one day and absently ran a hand over her stomach.
Wondering if his thoughts were mirroring hers she covered his hand with her own then said with a mischievous grin, her voice husky, "Now where were we?"
"About here I think," he replied, an eyebrow going up devilishly as he grabbed her hips and guided her to where he needed her to be. She lowered herself onto him slowly, holding his intent gaze with her own. He'd suspected she'd want to be on top, for their first time at least, given her need to be in control of things, and he was happy to oblige and let her set the pace. Though she was very tempted to take all of him in in one smooth motion as her longing to feel him inside her almost overwhelmed her, she knew since it had been quite a while for her and the fact he was rather well endowed, that she needed to take it slow to give her body time to adjust. He gently tilted his hips up to meet her as he slowly entered her. "Is this okay?" he asked with concern, not wanting to hurt her as he brushed a stray hair from her face.
"It's fine - more than fine actually. But not enough," she replied with a seductive smile, her voice laced with passion, as she started to move her hips slowly, taking more of him into her as he fought the urge to thrust hard into her soft, wet, heat. When she had taken him all in she let her body adjust to him for a moment, enjoying the hard, hot fullness of him inside her. They were both still for a moment, blue eyes finding brown, neither quite believing that the moment they had waited so long for had finally arrived.
"I love you," she whispered, saying it first this time, marvelling a little at how easy it was to say now, the dimpled smile that he loved lighting up her face.
"I love you too," he replied, thinking the same thing, with the crooked grin crossing his face that did something to her that she couldn't explain and always had done.
And then the time for words was over as they let their bodies express their love & passion for each other, finding a rhythm that felt so natural, so right. They urged each other on until they both experienced that magical moment, as they had wanted to - together, evoking cries of pure ecstasy from both of them.
Laura had thought she'd had some good sex in the past but it was nothing compared to what she'd just experienced - making love to the man she loved more than anything in the world and who certainly had a considerable talent for it had taken her to a whole new stratosphere. Her climax had hit her so hard after almost three years of pent up passion it almost felt like she blacked out for a moment. Even as she came down from the high she could still feel her body tingling & trembling from her toes to the top of her head and everywhere in between. Oh he's definitely a twenty out of ten, she thought mischievously to herself. She knew that the difference to her previous encounters was that this time she had given herself completely - body, heart & soul - to her partner, as he had done to her.
Remington also felt the same way. He had tried to hold back a bit but as her movements had become more demanding against him he found his control slipping and he grabbed her hips as they rode the wave together. When he felt her start to contract around him and watched her throw her head back in ecstasy that was his undoing and he exploded inside her, going over the edge with her as he called out her name and she his. He had always suspected that she would be more than a match for him in bed, if the sparks they struck off each other when they argued were any indication, and he hadn't been disappointed.
They finally came back down to earth, as she slumped against him, their breathing heavy and their faces flushed. He put his arms around her as she nestled into the familiar warmth of his body, both of them basking in the afterglow. As he absently ran a hand through her hair and kissed her, their bodies still joined, he knew he had finally found his home and that Laura was now his completely - body, heart & soul.
When her breathing finally returned to normal and they finally drew apart, Laura looked at Remington, brushing a stray hair off his forehead, the satisfied smile on her face mirroring his. "Remind me again why we haven't done this sooner?" she laughed as he cocked an eyebrow at her.
"Well Laura there's certainly been no lack of trying on my part," he replied with a grin.
"I know, I know," she sighed as she ran a hand across his chest. "In my defence it wasn't all me putting a halt to things though." In reply to his curious look she went on. "There's a been a few times when if we hadn't been interrupted I would have been more than willing.."
"To trip the light fantastic?" he interjected with some surprise, thinking to himself a little wryly, now she tells me. "Such as?" he asked, idly running a hand up and down her back.
"Well let's see, that night when we were parked up at Los Amantes Lookout in the Auburn." He looked at her, a little in shock, as she tried unsuccessfully to hide a grin at the look on his face.
"In the Auburn??" he asked dumbfounded as she nodded.
"Well practically everyone else in that case had, so I thought what the hell? Where there's a will.."
"There's a way?" he finished for her with a chuckle, remembering that night and how they'd said the same words to each other, then they had kissed and slid down together in the Auburn before someone started shooting at them.
"And there was the night we stole the Pitkins from that art gallery. Remember - we were on your couch and then what was his name, Richie, walked back in?"
"Ah yes, how could I forget? Not the most talkative of chaps as I recall, terrible sense of timing as well," Remington quipped as Laura smiled.
"Then there was Acalpuco of course when I came up to the honeymoon suite..".
"And you jumped into my arms - ' home James' wasn't it?" he laughed.
"Yes well that was before I realised Mildred was in the bedroom," she added with a giggle of her own.
There were a couple of other times that also came to mind that she didn't mention, not wanting to spoil the mood with painful memories - like the night after her house had burnt down and she had told him that if he'd asked her she didn't think she could say no, and then of course that disastrous night in Cannes, before she decided to end their personal relationship, when she'd decided "tonight's the night", only to discover another woman waiting for him in his hotel room.
"Well perhaps for whatever reason fate was trying to tell us it wasn't our time yet," she stated perceptively.
"Hmm.. perhaps so. Well I'm glad fate has now decided otherwise," Remington nodded in agreement as he kissed the top of her head and put an arm around her.
She was silent for a moment then asked, "Did you really not sleep with anyone for almost three years?" He nodded as she looked at him. "Why?" she asked softly as a smile crossed his face.
"Isn't it obvious Laura? If I couldn't be with you like that I didn't want to be with anyone else. I mean since Cannes I've been on a few dates but I always left them at the door," he confessed, his honesty touching her as he pulled her closer to him.
"So not even with Felicia or Anna?" she inquired, in reference to his other former loves who had reappeared in his life. She wasn't sure about Anna but she had thought he and Felicia had slept together when she had come out of his bedroom clad only in one of his robes, especially given that he was only wearing a robe himself at the time.
He shook his head. "As I told you that night you discovered Felicia in my apartment, I had no idea how she got in there. I subsequently found out she'd let herself in through my bedroom window. Granted she did have things other than blackmailing me into helping her on her mind, but I turned her down." he stated honestly.
"And Anna?" Laura asked.
Again he shook his head. "Despite my shock on discovering she was alive I knew she wasn't who I really wanted to be with and that we didn't have a future together, as I told you at the time."
"I guess with Kate I gave in to a vulnerable moment though," he admitted with a sigh, a somewhat guilty expression crossing his face.
Laura hesitated before responding, not really knowing what to say. "I know I hurt you by insisting on that stupid agreement we made in Cannes and I'm sorry - I guess I was angry…and scared," she admitted. He went to say something but she put a finger to his lips to stop him. "Wait let me finish.. please. I was scared of what I felt for you and scared to acknowledge what you felt for me, what you'd shown me time and time again," she stated with a smile. "And then when I found you & Kate together and learnt of the past you shared with her I felt at first like what I'd always feared would happen had come true - that your past would ultimately take you away from me. But then I realised, with a bit of help from Kate I must admit, that it wasn't your past or Kate that would take you away from me - it was me and my stupid fears and letting them rule my life. I guess what I'm trying to say in a roundabout way is that I understand why you slept with Kate." Remington looked at her with some surprise. "I'd pushed you away, you thought I didn't want you and then suddenly your first love walks back into your life and let's face it, you share a history with her and well I guess a pretty strong bond," Laura stated understandingly as he nodded. "After all, you're only human," she added with a smile.
"Still...I hurt you by sleeping with her and I'm sorry - I never meant to hurt you Laura," he stated sincerely.
"I know you didn't," she replied softly, her eyes holding his, touched by the vulnerability and sincerity in his voice.
"Laura you are a remarkable woman," he stated with a smile as he kissed her gently. "What did I do to deserve you?"
"You walked into my life and became the man of my dreams that's what," she answered, a smile lighting up her face as she kissed him back. "So…ready for Round 2 Mr Steele?" she then asked in a seductive tone as he playfully flipped her onto her back.
"Round 2 eh?" he raised a devilish eyebrow at her. "How many 'rounds' are we planning on then?"
"Well as many as we want I guess - we do have a bit of time to make up for don't you think? I'm sure the Kilkenny Kid can 'go the distance' shall we say?" she replied with a mischievous twinkle in her brown eyes, pulling him down to her.
"Oh that he can Miss Holt, that he can," he murmured with a lopsided grin as his mouth found hers and they were soon lost in each other again.
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They spent the rest of the day making up for almost three years of never 'crossing that line'. Laura lost count of the times Remington took her over the edge and she him as they explored and savoured and did all the things they'd wanted to for so long. He'd thought once he'd shared that 'magical moment' with her his desire for her would be sated somewhat but now he knew what he'd been missing all that time it only made him crave her more. Laura felt the same - her 'itch' (that she had discussed with Bernice not long after he'd entered their lives) was now well and truly scratched but she found her need for him had not abated at all, if anything it was stronger. Only when they were finally exhausted did they lie content in each other's arms and talked some more.
"So… where do we go from here eh?" Remington asked the question that was on both of their minds as he trailed a finger down Laura's arm.
She sighed with a smile. "I guess we just take it day by day and see where it leads us. But wherever that is I know one thing," Laura stated.
"What's that?" he asked.
"We'll get there together," she answered with a dimpled smile.
"That we will," he replied with a smile of his own. "Hungry?" he then asked, realising they'd been too preoccupied to bother with lunch and that it was almost dinner time.
"Hmm," Laura agreed thinking the same thing.
"So shall we order in or go out somewhere?"
"I think order in sounds good. I'm not ready to share you with the world just yet," Laura replied with a cheeky grin.
Remington raised an eyebrow at her "Order in it is then. I guess we should get dressed - although it would probably make the delivery boy's night if you answered the door like that," he quipped with a devilish grin, casting an appreciative eye over her naked form as she playfully hit him.
Somewhat reluctantly they got out of bed. When Laura suggested they shower together both of them got a second wind that led to another round of lovemaking, before they eventually got out and got dressed.
While Laura rang for some take-out Chinese, Remington looked through her record collection to find some music, noting with interest that she owned quite a few KK and the Beat albums - he'd known she was a fan of Kate's but he hadn't realised just how much of one. He flicked past them and then found an album by another Irish singer that he thought would be good. With a smile he pulled it out and put it on her turntable. Laura hung up the phone after ordering to hear the strains of Van Morrison's 'Brown Eyed Girl' coming from her stereo. A smile crossed her face as she looked at him.
"Dance Miss Holt?" he asked, his blue eyes twinkling at her.
"I'd love to Mr Steele," she replied with a dazzling smile as she moved into the familiar warmth of his arms, resting her head on his chest and they swayed together to the music, Remington singing softly in her ear.
After a while Laura looked up at him and asked somewhat hesitantly, "Did you mean it when you said maybe you shouldn't have assumed Remington Steele's identity?"
As he looked down at her he realised how much that comment, said in the heat of the moment, had hurt her. He shook his head and gently tilted her chin up to face him. "You know I didn't," he reassured her with a smile.
"So no regrets then?" she asked.
"Only that sometimes I haven't lived up to your image of the man you created," he replied honestly.
"No, you haven't," she stated which took him a little by surprise - he hadn't expected her to agree so readily with him. In response to the surprised, slightly hurt look that crossed his face she whispered with a smile. "You haven't lived up to it - you've surpassed it," she clarified as his face lit up. "In my wildest dreams I don't think I could have thought up a man quite like you," she added with a grin as she kissed him.
"Hmm - I think I'd like to hear more about those wildest dreams of yours," he quipped, his eyebrow going up devilishly.
"Oh I can do better than that - I can show you," she replied, her voice husky as she pulled him closer to her and a grin crossed his face. "Hmm - I like the sound of that," he murmured as he softly brushed his lips against hers. He then went to deepen the kiss only to be interrupted by the buzzing of the door bell.
"Of course," Remington remarked with a rueful grin as Laura laughed. "Guess we couldn't avoid those inevitable interruptions forever," she stated wryly as he nodded and reluctantly went to answer the door to retrieve their dinner.
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