- Lofty Steele(scrap scene)
- Date: Tue, 3 Oct 2000 22:25:31 -0500
From: "sue hantak" <hantaks@mtco.com>
Lofty Steele(unedited)
by Suejue
(This little tidbit was found in the dumpster at PAX. How
could they just throw out such valuable stuff? This is my contribution
to the recycling effort.)
Laura and Remington returned to his apartment to rid themselves
of their "bum" outfits. Laura took off her hat and
shook her hair, "I'm going to call Mildred to see if they
released her. Otherwise we may have to go down there and pay
her fine or post bail. Do you think they charged her?"
"I don't know. I guess it depends how LA's finest feel about
being called a 'twerp'".
Remington ducked into his bedroom to change. Glancing down at
the bed, he was reminded that Laura was truly homeless for the
moment. She declined his company when she needed it. He couldn't
use the protective male, safety-in-numbers argument, now that
there seemed to be no imminent danger. He hardly thought she
would just stay if he simply offered, especially after
that "We'll deal with my lust" remark. In his mind,
he tried a few invitations to see if any didn't sound as desperate
as he felt at the moment. <Laura, my bed is yours for as long
as you need it.> Nah, she wouldn't even take the bed when
her house was blown to bits. <Laura the sofa
is yours for as long as you need it.> How crass, to offer
her my sofa. <Laura, since its already past eleven, I think
it would be sensible for you to just stay here> Not bad....but
she'll see through that. <Laura, I could get out the spare
pillows if you'd like to stay with me until you can get back
into your loft>
Promising.. promising... not too forceful, not too presumptuous,
just a dash of concern...
Oh hell, who am I kidding? Laura Holt will decline no matter
how I ask. She won't do it simply because I am the one suggesting
it. I may as well try the truth. <Laura, this agreement between
us is stupid. I want you to spend the night with me, there will
be no sleep involved, I'm going to ravish you on this very bed,
giving into endless pleasures that we have denied for far too
long.> Oh yeah, that will really work, he answered himself
with a fair amount of sarcasm. He closed the last button on a
pair of 501's pulled a sweatshirt over his head and returned
to find Laura hanging up the phone.
"They let Mildred go with just a warning. Maybe if I played
her part and called the policemen something more vulgar, I'd
have a place to spend the night." She then ran her fingers
along the seam of the sofa cushion, stalling, contemplating the
best way to ask. . <Since the agency pays
for this apartment, technically it's mine too> No, beating
that its-my-agency drum gets us in trouble every time. <Mr.
Steele, if the offer still stands...> Nah, I turned him down
twice before, that sounds too desperate. <Mr. Steele, it's
rather late would you mind if I just stayed here?> Maybe....maybe...
it's sort of the truth. I could freak him out with the real truth,
<I made a mistake in Cannes. I want to spend the night with
you, not on the sofa, not because my apartment is roped off,
but because its time to cross that line into the bedroom.>
If I told him that, he'd die of a coronary right here before
we would every make it to the bedroom. She opted for a less brazen
approach.
"Mr. Steele, would you terribly mind if I just stayed here?"
"No, no, not at all." he tugged on his ear, "I
uh... was going to ask you, but I umm..."
"I know what you mean. This whole just-friends arrangement
is hard for me to figure out sometimes. "
"Not as easy as you thought, is it?"
She shook her head admitting, "No it isn't."
FADE TO BLACK
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