family(scrap scene)
Date: Thursday, October 19, 2000
sue hantak <>

Steele in the Family(unedited)

by Suejue

(A snip here and a snip there and once again PAX loses yet a significant RS moment.)

Laura gets up from the chair, "Well, we've all had a very long evening. I suggest we all get some rest if we are going to pull this off tomorrow." She turned to Clarissa, "I don't think that hitman will be in any condition to try anything else tonight, but it might be safer for you if you stay here, just in case."

Laura grabbed her coat and purse and headed toward the door with Remington close behind, "Laura, wait! Let me take you home." he offered concerned for her safety given the hour and the what transpired over the last few hours.

With her hand on the doorknob, he grabbed her other wrist stopping her. He looked intently at Clarissa, his eyes pleading for a moment of privacy. Clarissa smiled warmly understanding, "Your shore, Mr. Steele?"

He nodded and she obligingly went into the bedroom closing the door.

Laura looked at him confused, "You don't have to take me home. You should stay close to Clarissa.....Wait, let me rephrase that."

"I understand Laura. Are you sure you're okay with a love broker staying at my apartment?"

"Love broker? That's an interesting spin, but I'm trying my best to put that out of my mind for the moment." Laura drolly replied.

"Well ....this evening didn't go exactly as planned, did it?"

"We went from grand plans of a you and me in Catalina to: you and me, a dead CEO, a hitman, and a hooker sleeping in your bed. I think you understated it, Mr. Steele."

"There may be one way to salvage at least part of our date, Laura," His hands snaked inside the opening of her coat and wrapped around her waist. Her arms wound around his neck as he recommended, "A fabulous good night kiss could rescue this disastrous evening and end it on a high note."

"I'm willing to give it a try," Laura murmured rising up on her toes to press her lips against his.

When the kiss ended, Laura's hand once again reached for the door knob. Remington shook his head dissatisfied, "No...not so fast...that was barely satisfactory, remember, we're shooting for fabulous."

He pulled her tightly against his body. their lips met again. This time their top lips remained in place as their bottom jaws open to ambitious, searching tongues. Remington's hands were ambitious and searching too. One roamed down her back to the cool smooth leather skirt tightly covering her rear. The other around her back held her just under her arm where his long slender fingers maddeningly stroked the side of her breast. Laura too, moved into his body, stepping one leg in between his to pushed her lower body into his. There was definite movement going on south of his waist.

Laura pulled away obviously affected, but rational enough to realize they were traveling down a path that did not include the call girl in his bedroom, "Okay, stop....stop ....stop, maybe this wasn't such a good idea,"

"Laura, were up to 'commendable' we haven't hit fabulous yet."

"We could spend all night shooting for fabulous,"

"That's the idea, Laura," Remington admitted naughtily

"Goodnight, Mr. Steele, we'll do fabulous some other time." Laura stated reluctantly.