Aloha, Mr. Steele 2/8
Date: Saturday, May 17, 2008
From: "SusanRS" <>
Aloha, Mr. Steele
Chapter two
Remington and Laura stood together outside their hotel suite. He fumbled to put the key in the lock and open the door. There were so many times they had tried to be together but something always got in the way: The Devil's Playground, Acapulco, Cannes, San Francisco . . . the list was too long, and too painful, to recall every one. It was as if fate, or some power larger than themselves, was purposely trying to keep them apart for as long as possible. He cursed it and thanked it at the same time, realizing that all of the missed chances were what had brought them to this moment when they were both ready, without reservation. Now nothing seemed to be standing between them and the bedroom. Well nothing, except the *bloody* lock!
"Nervous?" Laura asked with a slight grin.
"Me? . . . No," he replied unconvincingly. "How about you?"
"Not at all," she said *very* convincingly. "Here. Let me help you."
Laura placed her soft, smooth hand on top of his. She caressed his fingers and gently turned the key. He opened the door and led her inside. Remington smiled as he placed the *Do Not Disturb* sign outside the door before closing and locking it.
The suite was absolutely exquisite. There was a large living area with a sofa, love seat, coffee table and television. There was also a kitchen with a dining table and seating for four. On the far wall was a two-way fireplace that was shared with the private master bedroom. The curtains were open to the private lanai which had two chaise lounges and another dining table with four more chairs. Although he couldn't see it, Remington was sure there was a big, comfortable bed waiting for them in the master bedroom. He smiled because he knew *this* time he wouldn't be sleeping on a lumpy couch. In fact, Mr. Steele was pretty sure his days of sleeping on couches were over.
"This is beautiful!" she said, walking over to the sliding glass door. Laura noticed a path that lead from their room right down to the beach. "Look at the view!"
"It's incredible!" Remington replied, not taking his eyes off of her.
Remington removed his floral lei and gently placed it on the table. He took off his jacket and draped it over the back of the sofa. He unfastened his cuffs and rolled up his sleeves while walking towards her. Remington came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. He leaned down and began kissing and nibbling the side of her neck. Laura closed her eyes and quietly moaned in delight. He gently turned her so she was facing him, and then leaned in to kiss her. But, before their lips met, he stopped and gently traced the outline of her lips with his tongue. Their lips finally touched and he gently kissed her. She enthusiastically returned the kiss and weaved her fingers in his hair. Their kiss became very passionate. When they pulled away to catch their breath, they stared longingly into each others eyes. They burned deep with desire. Everything was said without speaking a word. Laura reached up and untied his tie. She removed it and tossed it aside. She began unbuttoning his shirt from the top down and when she was finished she slid it off of his shoulders and dropped it to the floor. Laura ran her fingers through his glorious chest hair. The one word she said next surprised him.
She had never called him that. It had always been "Mr. Steele." The sound of her lilting voice saying his name was exhilarating. Laura moved her fingertips over his shoulders, up the sides of his neck and back into his hair. She pulled him down for a torrid kiss.
Laura looked into his blazing blue eyes and said in a deep, sultry voice, "Let's go check out the view in the bedroom." She took him by the hand and led him there.
They were laying together, their bodies entwined, completely exhausted, savoring the feeling of having made love for the first time. This was the moment for which they had waited so long, and it was even more than they had imagined it would be. They wanted to make the magic last as long as possible. Remington ran his long, slender fingers through Laura's silky hair as he showered her face and neck with velvety kisses. Laura eyes were closed, enjoying his ministrations as her hands delicately caressed the extraordinary body of the man she had desired to touch for so long.
"Finally. . . We're sleeping together."
"Laura opened her eyes and smiled at him. "Yes, Mr. Steele, we are."
Remington gave her a soft kiss on the lips. "Did you bring the letter I wrote you?"
"Yes," she replied. "Why?"
Remington smiled at her, raised one eyebrow and gave her a lascivious look. "I have just discovered some more *wonderful qualities* I would like to add!"
"Oh, no, you don't!" she said playfully. "You're not going to ruin my beautiful letter with some sophomoric comments."
Remington chuckled a little and then became more serious. "I'm kidding. Please, Laura, will you get it?"
Laura slid out of bed and walked across the room to her suitcase knowing full well he was watching her the whole time.
"How's the view?" she asked, without turning around.
"Absolutely breathtaking!" he replied.
Laura turned around to walk back and he added, "That's even better!"
Laura grinned at him as she climbed back into bed and handed him the envelope. She laid her head on his shoulder and asked, "Will you read it?"
Remington removed the letter, unfolded it and began reading silently to himself. She knew he was teasing her. Laura grabbed his ribs to tickle him. He flinched.
"Out loud, please," she said.
"Oh . . . Of course," he smirked, "Anything for you."
Laura closed her eyes and listened as he began reading.
"When I ponder Laura's most wonderful and endearing qualities, many thoughts come to mind. She is talented, intelligent and creative. She invented Remington Steele out of thin air and for that I will be eternally grateful."
Remington stopped and kissed her forehead, then continued reading.
"She is strong, both physically and emotionally. She is elegant, yet down-to-earth. She is sophisticated. She is daring and determined. There isn't anything she won't try. She is challenging, both to herself and to those around her. And my favorite quality of all, she is stubborn. Because of these wonderful qualities, I discovered the real Laura beneath the beautiful exterior. These are the qualities that brought us together. These are the qualities that keep us together."
Laura opened her eyes to look at him because she knew he was at the end of the letter. But he continued speaking, as if there were more words on the page. "She is the sunlight in the morning. She is a breath of fresh air. She has a smile that would melt your heart." Remington turned and looked right into her eyes. "She has the most beautiful chocolate brown eyes." Her whole body tingled when he said the word *chocolate*. He ran his fingers down the side of her face. "She is the love of my life." Remington gave her a kiss on the lips and then looked right into her soul. "She is the woman I want to be with, forever."
They stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity. Neither one spoke. Laura knew the words had come straight from his heart. Her eyes began to glisten from unshed tears of joy. She broke their gaze when she turned away to leave the bed.
"Where are you going?" Remington asked, reaching for her hand.
"I'm going to get a pen," she replied. "So you can write those things down . . . So I'll never forget them."
Remington pulled her back into the bed and right next to him before she could get away.
"I don't need to write them down, Laura. I will say those words
to you every day for the rest of my life . . . So you`ll always remember them."
Laura's eyes filled with tears that she couldn't keep from falling. "I'm so sorry," she said, lowering her head so he couldn't look at her.
Remington placed two fingers under her chin and raised her head so they were looking into each others eyes again. Her cocoa brown eyes were glistening with tears. He gently brushed them away with his thumb.
"Sorry for what?" he asked tenderly.
Laura looked lovingly into his eyes ". . . Sorry for making you wait so long . . . For us to become lovers." She waited for a response, but he just stared deeply into her sparkling eyes. Laura continued, "I was just thinking . . ."
Remington didn't let her finish that sentence. He covered her mouth with his and hungrily kissed her. When their lips parted, he said, "I thought you weren't going to bring that part of your brain here."
"I didn't say that," she replied. "I said I brought the *feeling* part of my brain here, too."
Remington kissed her forehead, "Well, then, what is *that* part of your brain *feeling*?"
Laura thought for a moment, smiled, and then said, ". . . Happy."
The most incredible grin came across Remington's face.
"Then let's not talk about regrets or *what-ifs*," he said. "Making love with you was magnificent. And it was so much more meaningful because we were ready, because it was the right time and because we both wanted it. We each have made mistakes in our relationship. But all of the choices we've made have brought us to this point; to the happiness we're feeling right now. Let's not dwell on the past. Let's say we concentrate on where we want to go from today, eh?"
"Okay . . ," she said reluctantly, not sure where they *were* going next.
Remington leaned in and kissed her. "Laura, I love you."
"You do?" she asked in disbelief, tears welling up in her eyes again.
"Of course I do," he replied, stroking the side of her face. "Don't you know?"
Laura smiled and wiped a tear away. "I suppose I do," she replied. "I guess I just needed to hear you say it."
Remington kissed her again.
"I love you, too," she said.
"I know," he said softly.
"You do?" Laura asked, surprised.
"Of course, I do," he answered. "You have shown me many times how you feel about me. But I *do* like hearing you say it."
Laura shook her head. "We're quite the pair, aren't we?" she said. "We've been trying to communicate and it's like we speak two different languages."
"Well," he replied. "I think we've found a new way of communicating." Remington grinned and wiggled his eyebrows. "And it doesn't require any talking." Laura grinned back.
He kissed her again. Their kiss became more passionate. They had no need to speak again for a *long* time.
"How would you like to get something to eat?" Remington asked as
he placed a soft kiss on Laura's bare shoulder. "The last meal we had was on the flight here."
"Sounds wonderful," Laura replied, running her fingers up his arm. "I *am* hungry."
"Would you like to go out or order in?" he asked.
"Definitely order in," she replied. "We haven't even unpacked yet. I'm not ready to get dressed and leave this room." Laura looked up at him and smiled. "But, I *would* like to take a shower . . . Care to join me?"
Remington's eyes lit up. It seemed that Laura was trying to fulfill every fantasy he had ever dreamed of. Or perhaps she was trying to fulfill some of her own. Either way, it was wonderful and he was enjoying every minute of it.
"Love to," he said with a grin. "What would you like to eat?"
"Anything you order will be fine," she replied.
"Ok," he said. "I'll call room service while you warm up the shower." Remington gave her a wink. "Then I'll be in to wash your back."
Laura climbed across him to get to the bathroom. He couldn't resist. Remington pulled her on top of him for a kiss.
"Thank you," he said.
"For what?" she asked.
"For bringing us here . . . For planning this vacation . . . For just being you."
"My pleasure," Laura said smiling and kissed him again before practically skipping into the bathroom. She closed the door behind her.
Remington *would* order their dinner, but first he had to make another call. He waited until he heard the water running, then he picked up the phone and dialed the number.
After a very long and *very* satisfying shower, Remington and Laura emerged from the bathroom wearing the plush bathrobes provided by the hotel. Laura had pulled her damp hair up into a bun.
"I wonder if we missed our room service?" Laura inquired.
"I knew we'd be in there a while," Remington replied with a wink. "So I asked them to hold our order until I called back." He picked up the phone to call.
Laura walked around and picked up the clothes that were strewn about the room. Then she went to her suitcase and began unpacking.
". . . Thank you . . . Bye." Remington hung up the phone. "Our food will be here shortly."
"Great," she replied. "I'm famished."
Laura hung up clothes in the closet. Remington walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist.
"We can't have that," he whispered in her ear. "We have to keep your strength up."
He began kissing the side of her neck.
Laura laughed. "You're insatiable."
Remington turned her around to face him. "Laura, I can't imagine ever getting enough of this, enough of you."
He held her tightly and kissed her deeply.
They heard a knock at the door. Remington and Laura broke their kiss and looked at each other.
"That was quick," he said.
"Seems like old times," she replied.
Remington smiled. "Chevy Chase, Goldie Hawn. Columbia 1980."
"I think I missed that one," Laura said then joked, "Perhaps it's Mildred."
"I wouldn't put it past her," he said. "If it is Mildred," he added, with a hint of sarcasm, "She's fired." He released their embrace and went to answer the door.
Laura continued unpacking and putting clothes away.
"Our dinner is here," Remington called from the other room.
"I'll be right there," Laura called back.
Laura entered the living room. The room was dark, except for the light from the two flickering candles on the dining table. Remington was setting the plates of food on the placemats. Laura walked over and picked up his shirt and tie that had been discarded earlier and draped them over the back of the couch with his jacket. Remington pulled out her chair.
"For you, my love," he said, motioning to the chair.
"Thank you," she said, as she sat down. "Everything looks delicious."
Remington popped the cork on the champagne, filled their glasses and then sat down.
"A magnum of champagne?" Laura asked, smiling. It wasn't a magnum, but she could see he was amused. She continued the familiar dialog. "Do you always do things on such a grand scale, Mr. . . Blaine?"
Remington smiled back, recognizing their early exchange. He was more than happy to continue. "Only when I'm aroused . . . By the most beautiful woman."
Laura grinned, showing the dimple that he loved so much.
Remington held up his glass. "To Mr. and Mrs. Blaine, may they find the answers to all of their problems and find true happiness."
Laura smiled. Their glasses met with a *clink* and they both took a drink.
"Now it's my turn," she said raising her glass. "To Mr. and Mrs. Blaine, may they never have to go to another *sensitivity seminar*."
"I'll drink to that," he said, smiling.
Their glasses met again and they each took another drink.
Remington chuckled to himself.
"What's so funny?" she asked.
He tugged on his right ear. "I was just thinking about how quickly life changes. Not 24 hours ago I was at home, trying to figure out what had gone wrong with us . . . Why you weren't talking to me. And now, here we are, in this beautiful setting, finally lovers. It's incredible!"
Laura smiled at him. "Yes, it is."
"What did you tell Mildred?" Remington asked.
"About what?"
"About us," he replied, "About where we are."
"I didn't tell her anything," Laura answered. "I waited until she left to go home on Friday and then I left her a note telling her we would not be in the office all week and to re-schedule all of our appointments."
"So, she doesn't even know we're gone yet?" Remington asked.
"No, she doesn't," Laura answered. "Not until she opens up the office on Monday morning."
A huge smile lit up his face. "You're brilliant, Laura. Absolutely brilliant."
Remington raised his glass to her again and took another drink.
Laura gazed across the table into his magnificent blue eyes. "You're not so bad yourself, Mr. Steele."
To be continued . . .
To Part 3

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