- Holting Her Breath
Date: Friday, September 29, 2000
- sue hantak <firstname.lastname@example.org>
(permission to archive)
Holting Her Breath
Sequel to "Steeling a Moment" . A follow-up to their
impromptu, unprotected nooner.
He silently opened the apartment door just far enough to slip
in and closed it with the same caution. Taking his shoes off
in the entry and carrying them into the bedroom, he could barely
make out her shapely form as she lay on her side with one hand
on his pillow as if to save his place for him. Remington shed
his clothing anticipating no further need for them. He carefully
peeled the covers back and slid underneath. Picking up her hand
from his pillow, he forged a trail of kisses up her arm. When
he reached her shoulder, he let her arm fall around his neck
as his arm hand down to her waist. There, he was pleasantly surprised
to find her wearing just the top of his pajamas. His hand glided
over her hip then up under her top. God, she felt so good. Not
counting the "lunch" two days ago, they had been apart
for far too long.
"What are you doing home? What time is it?" she mumbled,
still half asleep, "What happened to Vinnie?"
Not exactly the greeting he was hoping for. "Federal marshals
"Yeah, they like to do that sort of thing in the middle
of the night." She stretched and rolled away from him as
if that were the end of their conversation. Honestly, he wasn't
interested in a conversation, but he didn't want her to roll
over and fall back asleep either. He inched close behind her,
content for the moment to spoon. That moment passed when the
sweet scent and warmth of her body, induced a natural and erotic
reaction in his own body. His hand once again snuck its way under
her shirt. Before it could reach its goal, she placed her hand
over his and extracted it. "Oh no you don't," she warned,
rolling to push him away.
With a childlike charm, he whined, "Laura, don't I even
get a welcome home kiss?"
"As long as it's a goodnight kiss as well." She gave
him a chaste peck. Not allowing her a quick retreat he pulled
her back for a lingering, more persuasive version. "Ah ha
ha, Mr. Steele, now that's what got us into trouble Tuesday afternoon.
We are not going to make that mistake again."
"My diaphragm is still in my medicine cabinet at home,"
Laura reminded him.
"That didn't stop us Tuesday," he unfastened the buttons
of her top.
"You are not going to seduce me this time."
He took that as a challenge rather than a admonishment. He climbed
on top of her determined to change her mind. That intense temptation
of impetuous romance returned once again. That, of course, combined
with what was pressing against her thigh. Without any further
coercion, she willingly parted her legs. After climaxing he remained
for a moment still on top, still inside. He smiled triumphantly
which infuriated Laura even more.
She pushed up on his chest, "Will you excuse me for a moment?"
He kissed her on the tip of her nose, "Certainly".
After a few minutes, he called in the direction of the bathroom,
"Laura? You okay in there?"
Laura was sitting on the edge of the tub in Remington's robe.
She didn't answer. He moved to the door and gently knocked before
opening it, "Laura?" He stood in the doorway, still
naked with his arms folded.
She looked up and ran her hands through her hair squeezing her
head, "Arghhh, After Tuesday, I swore I would never do that
"This was completely different, Tuesday was daytime, in
a hotel, with you on top. Tonight..."
"That's NOT what I mean, and you know it." She stalked
past him and returned to the bed.
"Don't be mad at me, Laura."
"I'm not mad at you, I'm mad at myself. When did I lose
control? What happened to my common sense and good judgment?
Do you realize that I could be pregnant right now? "
"If that's the case, then what we just did doesn't matter,
"Will you be serious?" she scolded she as she rolled
away from him and wrapped the covers tightly around her body.
The next morning she woke to find him already up and shaving
in front of the mirror. Addressing his reflection from behind
she apologized, "I'm sorry about last night, You coming
home was a wonderful surprise." She adoringly squeezed his
He jumped in response to her clutch, "Careful, Laura, I'm
"My, my...and I thought I was jumpy."
"You? Jumpy? Why?"
"You know damn well why. I'm afraid I'm going to be on pins
and needles until next week... until I know for certain."
He blotted his face with a towel and applied some aftershave,
he suggested, "I'm almost done here. Why don't you take
long bath, play hookey from the office today. Go shopping, get
your mind off things."
"You know I can't do that."
"Well at least get a manicure, those claws of yours inflicted
quite a bit of damage last night. I mean really, woman, I wish
you would show some restraint." He joked.
"You know I can't do that either, that's what got us in
"Laura, it takes two, remember?"
"Go to work, Mildred's missed you terribly. I'll be in later."
"Morning...Morning Mildred," Remington saluted tapping
on her desk as he breezed by.
"Boss? I didn't you expect you. Have you seen Miss Holt?
Is she alright?"
"I just left her at home, she's fine. Why?"
"She told me about what happened Tuesday. She was really
"She told you about Tuesday?" Remington asked, surprised
that Laura would discuss their sex life with Mildred. What he
didn't know was that Laura told her she was a little shook up
in a fender bender.
"She was an absolute mess Tuesday afternoon. She had such
a panic attack, I thought I'd have to call the paramedics."
"A bit flustered from the experience, was she?" He
smiled, proud to elicit such a response.
"Why are you smiling? I mean I know accidents happen, but..."
"She told you about our accident?"
"YOUR accident? I thought you were with Vinnie?"
"Laura told you about Tuesday but she didn't say it was
"I don't get it boss, there's a nuance here that escapes
"Mildred, why do I have the feeling we're talking about
"I'm talking about Miss Holt's car accident, what are you
"Can you keep a secret?"
Mildred nodded, now more curious than ever.
"Laura and I met Tuesday for 'lunch'. But we didn't have
lunch, and we didn't have other things with us either."
He cocked his brow and looked intently at Mildred waiting to
see if what he said registered.
Her brows arched and her mouth dropped open. It registered. "You
mean....you and her....without a net?"
This time he nodded.
Mildred continued, "So that's why she's been so off her
"Yes and I'm afraid she will be the next week or so...or
maybe the next nine months."
Mildred saying that Laura was off her game was an understatement.
For the next whole week, she grew increasingly anxious. She swung
from one emotion too another with no stops in between. Remington
and Mildred did their best just to stay out of her path. Mildred
thankfully punched a timecard, whereas Mr. Steele braved the
storm around the clock. Laura knew she was not the easiest person
to get along with for that week. She thought, if for nothing
else, this should teach him a lesson about keeping condoms on
At the end of the next week, Laura entered his office smiling.
"Ask me how I feel?"
He looked at her as if it were some sort of trick, and asked
apprehensively, "How do you feel?"
She declared delightedly, "I'm bloated, irritable and cranky
"Ah, I suppose we can forego the stop at the pharmacy then."
"Yes we can, thank God. I don't think I could take another
day of not knowing."
"I don't think I could take another day of YOU not knowing
"Just remember, Mr. Steele, you started all of this ."
"I thought we agreed it took two, Miss Holt."