- Long Time No Steele
Date: Thursday, November 30, 2000
- Andrea <LCHAnne@hotmail.com>
LONG TIME NO STEELE
by Andrea
WARNING: Adult Content
PERMISSION TO ARCHIVE
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story is part of the Silver Lake Universe.
Laura's stomach lurched in anticipation as she watched the stream
of passengers coming up the jetway. She craned her neck around
the larger bystanders, watching for the one person that she so
desperately needed to see.
There he was. In the midst of a knot of six or seven other travelers,
she saw the dark head looking out over other heads, scanning
the crowd.
Laura elbowed her way through without so much as an 'excuse me'
and plowed her way to him. He saw her coming, and tossed his
carry-on aside. Without a word she was in his arms.
"Laura!" He held her tight and lifted her bodily off
the carpet. He kissed her repeatedly and then reluctantly put
her down on solid ground.
Laura did not care that they were disrupting the flow of traffic
in the concourse, or that people were glancing over at their
public display. She held him tight, her cheek to his chest. "I'm
so glad you're home," she sighed into his shirt.
Steele pulled back a notch. "Why? Olivia keep you up all
night? Toilet backed up? Clients overflowing in the waiting room?"
Laura grabbed his lapels. "No, you tease. I missed you -
I was lonely. I missed...you know." She smiled coyly and
kissed him again.
"Believe me, the feeling is mutual. I think this is the
longest we've been apart in years."
Laura did not have to be reminded how long it had been. She had
awakened that morning tingling with anticipation of his return.
Not long after Olivia had been born Steele had received the invitation
to participate in a panel discussion at the national private
investigators' meeting, and Laura, not yet in the mindset of
a working mother, had cheerfully agreed to five days in Atlanta.
But the moment she hit 'send' on the email accepting the offer,
it occurred to her that there was no way that they were all going.
For years Laura was so accustomed to their going everywhere together
that she had never stopped to think that she would be either
staying home or leaving Olivia behind. True to his nature, Harry
had gallantly insisted that he not go, but when Laura read the
conference information and saw that a tour called "Margaret
Mitchell's Atlanta" was included in the agenda, she insisted
that he go.
Above all, Laura knew that she had one shot at motherhood, and
she was not going to jeopardize anything that she had control
over. As long as Olivia wanted to breastfeed, Laura was going
to be available. If she left the baby for five days, she feared
her milk supply would be jeopardized, and then her nursing days
would be over.
She told herself that five days without Mr. Steele wouldn't be
so bad...would it?
On Tuesday morning Fred took Harry to the airport after an extended
farewell at home. Laura had at least anticipated the necessity
of staying busy to keep herself distracted, so Mildred had packed
the calendar. In the evening Olivia spent a couple of hours with
Auntie Mildred while Laura and Micah followed the miscreant son
of a wealthy dot.com entrepreneur.
On Wednesday she again stayed busy all day and in the evening
rearranged the linen closet. Then she attacked the kitchen junk
drawer.
On Thursday as Fred drove her to Long Beach, Laura attempted
to study her notes before her meeting with her client. A glance
at the empty portion of backseat cast her mind back to Los Amantes
lookout, where not that long ago she and Harry had continued
their tradition of "christening" their cars, as he
referred to it. Starting years ago with the Auburn and most recently
the Crown Vic, each car had been to the lookout for what Laura
explained to him, in the American vernacular, was known as "fogging
up the windows."
On Friday evening she gave serious consideration to going to
the video store for something adult to relieve her worsening
condition, but decided that the possibility of seeing a friend
(or worse yet, someone who knew her from media publicity) made
the risk unacceptable.
By Saturday afternoon Laura was one giant hormone. She got the
baby ready, completed her arrangements for the day and was on
the freeway to LAX with plenty of time to spare. In fact, more
than she would need even if she were going to run into weekday
traffic.
When Laura pulled into the garage Harry glanced at his watch.
"Good Lord, Laura, I didn't realize that after flying from
Atlanta you were going to fly us home, too. Forty minutes - that
must be a new record."
Laura did not reply but unlocked the back door as Harry maneuvered
his luggage in.
He sniffed the air appreciatively. "Something smells fabulous."
"That's dinner."
"Now Laura, how did you manage to make dinner and whisk
me home all at the same time?"
She smiled knowingly. "John and Paul from across the street
got everything ready. You know how Paul has been bugging you
to let him cook for us since he started culinary school."
He glanced in the dining room to find the table elegantly set,
the champagne open and on ice, the candles already burning. "I
thought it was my imagination when I heard the front door slam
just as we were coming in. But it wasn't my imagination - we've
had recently departed company."
Laura laughed. "They had the best time planning all this.
I hope you're hungry. I know I am." Laura slid Harry's jacket
off his shoulders and attacked his tie.
He grasped her around the waist. "What kind of hungry, Mrs.
Steele?" He pulled her close and kissed her. When he came
up for air, he glanced around with the sudden realization that
someone was missing.
His eyebrows knitted in mock consternation. "What have you
done with my child?"
"She's with my sister and will be back first thing in the
morning." Laura removed the tie.
"And the answering machine-."
"Is on." She popped his collar button.
"How long have you been working on this orchestration, hmm?"
"Since my first night alone, which would have been Tuesday."
Another shirt button.
"Didn't sleep much?"
"Not at all, to tell you the truth." Another.
"Olivia keeping you up in the wee hours?"
"She slept straight through every night." She slid
her hand inside his collar.
"No late night excursions with Mr. Sims?"
"Not that late." Her other hand slid up his back.
"No anxious clients needing to be soothed at odd hours?"
"We took care of them during the day." She planted
a kiss along his jawline. "Don't you dare stand there and
tell me that you slept peacefully every night alone in your hotel
room."
Steele took her face in his hands and his expression softened.
"Laura, believe me, I was as miserable as you were. Honestly,
do I look as well rested as usual?"
Laura knew he didn't. "Let's eat and then we'll do something
about both of our problems."
After a simple but delicious dinner Laura tossed her napkin on
the table and got up. "Give me about five minutes head start,"
she announced.
"What about cleaning up after dinner?"
Laura went to the dining room light switch and flipped it on
and off several times. "All taken care of."
Harry laughed. "I believe John and Paul love a good conspiracy
as much as you do."
"Well, since they have no interest what so ever in what
goes on behind our closed doors, I figured I'd let them take
care of all of the mundane details." She bent over and gave
Harry a lingering kiss. "Five minutes. You can time me,
if you like." She took off up the stairs.
Harry took one last sip of his champagne and sent up a short
prayer of thanks that the love he and Laura had waited so long
to share had not lost any of its fire with the passage of time.
He stopped in the foyer to pick up his discarded jacket and tie
and hung them on the banister post. Slowly he climbed the stairs,
his heartbeat quickening in anticipation.
When he peeked into their bedroom it glowed with dozens of flickering
candles scattered all around the room. Laura stood beside the
bed in his favorite nightgown, her hair cascading around her
shoulders.
Laura slowly walked up to him, her gaze locked with his. "Let's
keep this simple, shall we?" She pulled his shirttails out
of his pants and worked her way up through the remaining buttons,
then ran her hands lightly down his chest. "I am so hot
for you I can barely stand it. I can't wait for a lot of preliminaries."
She pressed her satin covered breasts to his chest and pulled
his mouth down to hers. Her tongue moved assertively between
his teeth, searching wildly.
Harry grasped her silky behind and pulled her hips against him,
his excitement clearly evident against her belly. He kneaded
her buttocks, gradually working the nightgown hem up her legs.
He stroked the backs of her thighs but avoided touching her 'there'
just yet, knowing that it would take very little to produce the
enthusiastic cries of Laura's orgasm that would put him over
the edge as well.
Laura stepped back half a pace and attacked Harry's belt and
zipper. He slipped off his shoes as Laura shoved his pants and
boxers to the floor. She took another step back and slid her
gaze up and down his slender form, as if recommitting to memory
the beauty of his nakedness.
Laura crossed her arms in front and grasped the sides of her
nightgown, pulling it over her head in one fluid motion. Tossing
it to the floor, she took both of his hands and moved backward
to the bed.
She stopped when she bumped up against the mattress, then slid
up to sit on the quilt, her gaze never breaking. She reached
down and gently stroked his erection. Harry had to eventually
close his eyes at the overwhelming sensations of her touch.
Laura lay back on the bed and Harry opened his eyes. He climbed
up on the bed, kneeling between Laura's legs. In the warm candlelight,
her entire body radiated desire.
"Feel how wet you make me," she whispered. He gently
stroked her delicate folds, moist with her arousal. Laura drew
a sharp breath at his touch, hovering on the brink.
"Indeed," Harry whispered, dropping to his elbows over
her. He bent to slowly suck her erect nipple into his mouth,
her body squirming in ecstasy beneath him. Laura's hands moved
to his back, her nails gently scratching his smooth skin.
He moved to the other nipple, and Laura could not control herself
now as her nails bit into his skin. Harry jerked a bit and looked
at her.
"Now, now, let's not get violent," he cajoled. Laura
tried to undo the damage and gently ran her palms over his injuries.
"I'm gonna get violent if you torture me much longer,"
she said huskily.
"I'm ready if you are," he teased.
"You know how ready I am, I need you now," she begged.
Wordlessly, slowly, Harry thrust himself into the realm of ecstasy
that was his alone, gradually filling Laura with his arousal.
Laura's legs came up and around, her ankles locked and pushing
against the small of his back. When he was fully inside her,
he straightened up from his bent position, sliding his hands
under Laura's hips and lifting her up with him. With just her
shoulders on the quilt, Laura spread her arms out at her sides
for balance and gripped her legs tighter around him.
He moved slowly in and out of her musky portal, bringing himself
out almost to the tip before thrusting in again with an added
push from Laura's ankles. Although he knew from experience that
they could physically continue in this position for some time,
tonight there was no denying how very close both of them were
to the edge. All of Laura's signs were building -- the brow clenched
in concentration, the hands clutching for a grip, the increasing
volume of her moans.
Bending over her again, he slid his arms under Laura, and with
an ease borne of much practice, flipped them over without breaking
their joining, so that Harry was on his back. Laura sat up. Her
hands on his ribs and his on her breasts, she moved up and down
with greater urgency as they leaped closer and closer.
Laura clenched her muscles with each upward motion, tiny beads
of sweat popping out on her forehead with the effort. Harry was
so very close, but tried to hold on just a moment longer, wanting
there to be no delay in their simultaneous arrival. He reached
down between them and stroked Laura's bud, and with a reaction
as hair-trigger as pushing a button Laura froze, her ecstatic
moan caught in her throat for a split second before she cried
out.
Watching Laura reach her orgasm pushed Harry's button, too, and
after a short series of rapid thrusts, his back arched up as
he strove to drive himself even deeper into her. He froze for
a moment as well, loudly moaning her name, then dropped back
to the mattress, physically and emotionally drained.
Laura flopped down on top of him, her heart racing as wildly
as his. She lay there for several minutes, spent but recharged
all at the same time. When she felt her grip on reality returning
she slid off his damp chest and curled up beside him, one leg
draped over his.
Although the welcome home had been all she had told herself it
would be, it was still preferable to not have to ever plan an
occasion like this again, and she told him so.
"This time apart was certainly more difficult than I had
anticipated myself." He shifted over onto one elbow and
looked at Laura, smiling. "But then, if I had known it would
make you such a wild woman, I might have tolerated my hotel room
better."
Laura ran her fingers lightly down his body but stopped just
short of her ultimate destination. "I can be a wild woman
just about anytime you need me to be."
Harry covered her hand with his and guided it down. Laura gently
cupped his balls, still wet from their actions. He moaned appreciatively
and ran his hand up and down her arm.
"A hotel room is a dark and lonely place at night."
"So is a two story five bedroom house with double garage."
"Indeed. This week has given a new meaning to the burning
in Atlanta."
"You mean the burning OF Atlanta."
"You heard me. If it's within my power, I don't want to
burn for you like that again, ever."
Laura kissed him gently. "If I ever have the bright idea
of one of us going out of town alone again, stop me."
"Without a doubt." He studied Laura's face, her brown
eyes glowing in the candlelight. "I love you, Laura."
She brushed his hair back from his forehead. "Not as much
as I love you, Mr. Steele."
END
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