- Beneath Steele's Skin
Date: Sunday, November 1, 2000
- sue hantak <hantaks@mtco.com>
This story was inspired by the title submitted by Karen who
also provided some valuable opinions and beta reading,
Thanks Karen ;>)
Beneath Steele's Skin
by Suejue
(This story contains some sexual content)
Not tripping over her briefcase left in the doorway was almost
as annoying as the countless times he did stumble into that damn
thing. It's funny how they seemed to conquer the insurmountable
trust obstacle in their relationship, but now an argument over
coffee filters seemingly ended it for good. Or was it the control
of alarm clock thing? The power struggle over the thermostat?
Maybe it was the incessant battle of the razor. Perhaps it was
all of it, perhaps it was none of it. Was that really the reason,
or did an underlying issue just manifest itself into petty quarrels
over toothpaste caps, laundry folding , and the remote? Living
together was driving him crazy.
Nine and a half weeks ago, she moved into his apartment. 9
1/2 Weeks, Kim Bassinger, Mickey Rourke, MGM 1986. Their
cohabitation however was more like The Odd Couple, Jack Lemmon,
Walter Matthau, Paramount 1968. In the past, Laura seemed to
keep everything in perfect order. Her loft had always been neat
as a pin. Her office had a file for everything, and everything
in its file. He never imagined that she would be an Oscar Madison.
She didn't exactly smoke cigars, but he would have preferred
that to her other habits. It looked like a bomb exploded in the
bathroom when she finished a shower. Towels, and clothes littered
the puddled floor. Would it kill her to dry off before she dripped
all over? His vanity, had become overrun by HER lotions and hair
products, relegating all his toiletries to a drawer. Thankfully,
she stayed out of his kitchen. Except, of course, to rearrange
the fridge, leave barely an ounce of milk in the carton and contaminate
the butter with toast crumbs.
Now she was gone. So was her briefcase. She really didn't need
to go to Sacramento for the case. The computer would have given
her access to those records. A few days apart might not be so
bad. Maybe she would forget, and more importantly, forgive those
words shouted in anger. The phone rang. He was surprised. She
usually stewed for at least a full day before any peace talks
began. Her demeanor remained unemotional.
"I wanted to let you know where I am staying. Got a pen?"
"Okay, ready." He leaned forward from sofa to jot down
the information on the pad on the coffee table.
"I'm at the Marriott Courtyards, (916) 922- 1120 room 211.
I also called to have some boxes delivered there. "
"Boxes?" He leaned back, sinking into the sofa cushions,.
"For what?"
"My stuff. No wait, how did you put it? Oh yeah, 'my insufferable
garbage'. Don't worry, me and my possessions will be out of your
hair as soon as I get back."
He closed his eyes cringing at her accurate recap of their argument.
<So much for forgetting about what was said earlier>. "Laura,
I didn't mean for you to move out."
"Mr. Steele, I think we need to admit that this little affair
of ours has run its course. All relationships have a set pattern;
a life cycle of their own. We did the whole dating and romance
thing. We said the I love you's and had spectacular sex, so that
only leaves the breaking up part." She closed her eyes and
furiously wiped away the tears that she had been fighting back.
"Little affair?" he repeated. "You really believe
that?" He leaned forward again surprised by her expedience.
"Just give the number to Mildred tomorrow, please."
She shifted back to conducting business.
He tried, but only pronounced the L of her name before he heard
the dial tone.
He, in turn, dialed Mildred's number. Being her bowling night,
he left her a message. "Mildred? Laura just called and asked
for my assistance in Sacramento. We're staying at the Marriott,
(916) 922-1120 room 211. I'm heading to the airport right now."
He anticipated that she might be furious but reasoned if she
ordered boxes, he really had nothing to lose. Sure, some things
she did got on his nerves, but she was completely under his skin.
Not in the sense of an annoyance, but in essence, she had become
more of a vital organ. He realized he couldn't live without her.
By the time he arrived at the hotel it was well past 1:00 am.
Knowing Laura's routine, he guessed she would have the door chain
on, leaving the balcony as his only entrance. He climbed over
the railing and unlocked the door effortlessly. He took one step
when his foot bumped into something, sending him sprawling to
the floor. Laura woke to the ruckus and recognized his voice
cursing, "Oww, shhhhugar, what the hell was that?"
"Mr. Steele?" she reached for the switch on the bedside
lamp.
She retrieved the briefcase that he kicked across the room, while
he was checking his injuries. "Why did you leave your briefcase
there? You always leave it in the front doorway."
"You always yell at me for leaving it there, so I moved
it out of the way." she replied shoving the contents back
inside.
He picked himself up from the floor and sat on the bed, flexing
and checking various muscle groups. Laura put her briefcase up
on the dresser, "Are you okay? What are you doing here?"
"I'm here to rewrite the ending to our relationship scenario."
She looked at him confused and silent.
"You know... the cycle," He reached for her and pulled
her in to stand between his knees, "....dating.... romance....the
'I love you's' ..." He put his arms around her and whispered
seductively, "How did you put it, spectacular?... sex."
She brushed a lock of hair from his brow, "You forgot the
ending."
"No ending, Laura. If it's a cycle, it just goes on and
on in a nonstop loop." He drew her down on his lap, peppering
her with kisses in between words, "Dating....(kiss), romance...(kiss),
'I love you's....(kiss), spectacular sex...(kiss)" Remington
then eased her back on the bed and held her tightly against his
body, "Well, I do have ONE addition to your scenario, spectacular
sex followed by MORE spectacular sex." His lips moved to
her neck.
"What about all that crap that we fight about?" Laura
reminded him, not quite willing to participate in the spectacular
sex just yet.
He whispered in her ear, "Let's say, we squeeze any arguing
in between the romance and the 'I love you's'."
Laura softened to his strategy as she rolled on top of his body,
"I do love you, Mr. Steele."
She smothered him with a passionate kiss. Aroused and affected
by her provocative change of attitude Remington breathlessly
labored, "I love you too, Laura."
She sat upright and playfully fingered the top button on his
shirt, "Now, refresh my memory, what comes after the 'I
love you's?"
His hands grasp the hem of the short gown she was wearing. He
peeled it from her body and tossed it to the floor. Laura took
note of his sloppiness, "Now...now Mr. Steele you're the
one being quite messy."
"Oh you haven't seen anything yet. Get up."
Puzzled, she climbed off him and stood by the side of the bed.
He hooked his thumbs in the waistband of her panties and pulled
them down in one fluid motion. She obligingly stepped out of
them. He stood and sling shot them across the room, landing on
top of the television.
"What are you doing?" Laura asked crawling under the
covers. Without a word Remington finished undoing the buttons
of his shirt and with a bit of strip tease flair, he threw his
shirt in yet another direction in the room. By now Laura was
giggling at this new side of Mr. G. Q. Fold-and-Crease. Next
he pulled the belt from his pants. That landed near the door.
His removed his pants and briefs together. He held a garment
up in each hand as if he was performing some magic act then casually
shoulders and flipped them behind him over his shoulders. He
put his hands on his waist inspecting the disarray of the room.
"Are you finished Mr. Steele?"
"No....now it's time to mess up the bed." He announced.
Remington grabbed the blanket concealing Laura. "This is
the first to go." He pulled it away despite a slight tug
of war amid Laura's protests. Feeling exposed, she grabbed an
unused pillow and tried to cover with that. Remington climbed
up from the foot of the bed crawling up Laura's body. With his
eyes fixed on her, he yanked the pillow away and dismissed that
to the floor as well. He covered her body with his. "I rather
enjoyed that, Laura."
"You make it sound like you're done, Mr. Steele." Laura
ran a tantalizing finger down his back. He squirmed from her
light touch, the convergence of their naked bodies pressed together
inducing a conspicuous erection. "Can't you tell, my dear,
I'm just getting started." Laura's hand moved between their
bodies. Knowing what she was in search of, he rolled to his side
to allow access. She lightly teased him, running just the tip
of one finger first up one side, down the other, then spiraled
back up to the tip. He expressed his appreciation by tormenting
her breasts in a similar manner. Their strokes became more firm
and rhythmic intensifying the need. Remington scooted down her
body out of her reach. His hands slipped down the sides of her
female contours to her hips and his mouth concentrated on her
anatomy that had been left out up to this point in the foreplay.
Writhing and whimpering in ecstasy, Laura placed her hands on
his and invited him back up her body. Their lips met just as
he pushed himself deeply into her. Laura wanted to repay him
for his unselfish attention to her so she pushed up and rolled
him over. Still intimately connected, she slowly rotated her
hips while riding him; varying the angle and tempo to provide
that 'spectacular' pleasure she referenced. As wonderful as Laura's
erotic maneuvers were, he was still seeking his release. Remington
pulled Laura down against his chest. His hands pushed her thighs
back so she was now lying atop his body. He remained tightly
enclosed within her moistness. He took grasp of her hips and
guided her back and forth while thrusting insistently. Laura
wasn't just along for the ride either. She moved with purposeful
friction to promote another climax. Laura's muscles clenched
and pulsated around his. He soon joined her with his own pounding
explosion. After a while, Laura got up from the bed. . She retrieved
the blankets from the floor and returned to his side covering
both of them. Remington wrapped Laura in a tight embrace. Their
chests beating in unison, neither spoke for a long time. They
held each other, melded as one, addicted, devoted, completely
beneath each other's skin.
The End.
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