- LOVE AMONG THE STEELE - AN ADDITION
As a reminder to those who know this episode well, this addition
takes place early in the episode, so the identities of Berkholzer,
Clarissa, Sam and Langston are unknown to Laura and Steele at
(AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is a work of fiction for entertainment
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Steele, Laura Holt or any others used in this story. I am not
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Remington Steele was on the verge of pain. He struggled to reach
just a little farther under the driver's seat of the Auburn,
trying to grasp a small piece of paper under the seat. He turned
toward the car door and stretched his arm just a littler farther
between the steering wheel and column, grunting with the effort.
Whatever it was they were hoping to find, its value had better
be worth all this trouble.
Laura Holt struggled, too, but with her smaller size and no steering
wheel to impede her, she was able to grope around under her seat
more easily. Right now her larger struggle was inside her head.
Ever since this car had violently thrust itself into her life,
she had felt like she was coming under some kind of powerful
magic spell. The longer she sat in the Auburn, the more it was
affecting her. She was just beginning to understand what Dr.
Harvey had meant. Even so, her intellect still tried to talk
her out every impulsive thought that this car put into her head.
But her intellect failed to stop her from imagining, repeatedly,
what Dr. Harvey and his lady friend might have done in similar
In retrospect Laura could not imagine what had gotten into her
when she suggested that she and Remington "neck" on
the street corner in Bel Air. Out on the sidewalk, for God sakes!
But it had been very pleasant, and of course there had been little
resistance from Mr. Steele -- but now she recognized the narcotic
effect of this car.
She smiled to herself as she remembered Remington's reaction
when she suggested that they drive up here. Since her high school
days Laura had heard stories about Los Amantes lookout, but since
none of her boyfriends in school had had cars, she had no personal
experience. And it had never entered her mind to suggest that
Wilson bring her here.
Laura snapped back to the reality of the moment and glanced at
her partner. His body was still twisted toward the door, and
he looked to Laura like he was trying to fold himself in half.
Steele got a grip on the piece of paper and felt the edge of
another. As he worked he thought again about what had transpired
in the past day. We definitely need more picnics, he thought,
as he recalled their hide and seek chase in the park. Laura was
laughing, running, keeping just a pace ahead of him until he
had successfully outmaneuvered her. And then she hadn't resisted
as he kept her in one place for a moment with the help of a tree.
Laura had kissed him with carefree abandon, and had even come
up with a movie reference on her own.
He was taken aback when Laura had suggested that they drive to
Los Amantes, a place he had heard others talk about, talk that
was always accompanied by knowing looks, obscene laughter and
elbows poked in others' ribs. After getting over his surprise,
Remington had thoroughly enjoyed the drive up the winding canyon
road, guiding this powerful vehicle through the sharp curves
as the sun set over the hills. Now he recognized the gathering
darkness and solitude of this location as definitely working
to his advantage, especially considering the rather impulsive
mood that had suddenly overcome Laura.
Remington straightened up and tried to work the kink out of his
back. "Any luck?" he asked.
Laura had a magazine between her teeth for convenience. "Last
Nov-" Steele took the magazine out so he could understand
her. "Last November's issue of Psychology Today and a parking
ticket, what about you?"
"Six parking stubs and an aspirin. Doesn't seem like the
sort of things the letter had in mind, does it?" he asked.
"You know, we still don't know if the letter has anything
to do with the car coming after us," Laura said. She could
not stop the urge the giggle.
Remington did not find anything amusing about a large vehicle
trying to run him down. "What?" he asked.
"Nothing, I -" Laura laughed again, tossing her head
back. Should she admit the crazy mood this car was putting her
in? Oh, what the hell. "I just can't help thinking of Dr.
Harvey's libido getting the better of him in here." Or hers,
for that matter.
"Ah, or Vanessa welcoming Wesley Poon into the million dollar
club," he added. Laura laughed again. "Although it
does seem an awfully tight space to trip the light fantastic,
doesn't it?" Remington moved fractionally closer, testing
His movement toward her did not escape Laura's attention. "Well,
where there's a will?" she started.
"There's a way?" he finished. He gazed steadily at
Laura, trying to read her better. The light was fading fast and
he didn't want to miss any signals. "Laura, this afternoon
when you suggested that we, uh, neck?" he began, "was
that really to avoid the policeman?"
Uh-oh, Laura thought, looking away to avoid that blue gaze. Time
to give him an opening, or string him along a little more? She
couldn't bring herself to tease him - she was too ready for something
wonderful to happen. But maybe just a little tease? "Yes,"
she smiled at him. "And no."
"Yes and no," Remington whispered. You may never get
a better chance, old boy, he thought. He curved one arm around
her shoulder and with the other hand framed her face. He kissed
her firmly, leaning into her.
Joe Berkholzer raced up the canyon road to Los Amantes as fast
as he dared, tightly gripping the steering wheel in his determination.
Why were those two so interested in the Auburn? They were really
throwing a monkey wrench in his plans, and they needed to be
slowed down. He couldn't let them interfere with everything he
needed to clear up before the wedding.
Berkholzer knew that he needed to make his point immediately.
He thought that a good scare would put them off any more snooping
around. Keeping his distance, he had followed the Auburn around
Los Angeles until those two had headed out of the city and up
toward Los Amantes. He had almost lost them twice, but fortunately
it was not difficult to pick out such a distinctive automobile.
Now that they were on this road he was fairly sure he wouldn't
lose them again, even though it was after sunset.
He slowed for an uphill curve, careful to stay on his side of
the road. He certainly wouldn't want to have to explain to Janette
why he had an accident on this road, at this time of night.
As he came out of the curve, Berkholzer heard a sharp bang and
felt the back end of the car drop sharply. He hung on tight and
steered the car to the shoulder, yelling a stream of foul language
as the car stopped. He reached under the passenger seat for a
flashlight, got out of the car and walked around to the rear,
knowing exactly what he would find. He shined the light down
the road, where the beam glinted off a jagged piece of beer bottle
about 100 feet away. He looked at the tire as it gave a last
quiet gasp and sank to the rim. He kicked it hard.
Berkholzer threw open the trunk and removed the spare, tire iron
and jack, tossing them on the pavement. He tore off his jacket
and yanked away at the four lug nuts, anxious to complete the
dirty job as quickly as possible. He swore to himself as he worked,
cursing his bad luck.
Remington gently eased Laura back toward the door, not wanting
to lean his full body weight on her just yet. This is progress,
he thought, if she doesn't get scared.
Laura turned her head toward the seat back as his kisses moved
from her lips to her cheek to her neck. Her body and her mind
seemed to be moving farther apart with each kiss. This car was
acting like a drug on her conscience, pushing rational thought
farther into the background.
Remington's kisses reached her right ear, where he tentatively
tickled her earlobe with the tip of his nose, deeply breathing
in the scent of her hair.
"Laura," he whispered in her ear, sending a series
of shivers through her body. Without conscious thought Laura's
arms went around his neck, her hands caressing his hair at the
Interpreting this as a signal to continue, Remington turned his
body toward Laura, half of him in his seat and the upper half
leaning into her. His progress was stopped, however, by a sharp
pain in his left side. He realized with great annoyance that
the car's stick shift was jabbing him in the ribs. Oblivious
to his dilemma, Laura's kisses were moving from his lips to his
"Laura," he whispered again. He shifted his weight
slightly, but that only caused Laura to grip the shoulders of
Now the hand brake dug into his hip. "Laura," he whispered
with greater urgency.
Laura finally came out of her reverie and caught the tone of
his voice. Looking toward him, she relaxed her grip on the fabric
and returned to reality.
"What's wrong?" Laura suddenly realized how fast things
were moving, but in her present state of car-induced euphoria,
it was a fleeting thought.
"Uh-- don't take this the wrong way, but --- get out."
"I beg your pardon?"
"Please, uh, get out of the car, before I'm run through
by this shifter."
Running her hand down his left side, Laura finally found what
the problem was and straightened up in her seat, helping Remington
get himself out of his cramped position. She popped open the
car door and stepped out, watching Remington maneuver himself
to the passenger seat.
"Now what?" Laura asked, knowing full well what the
answer would be.
Remington smiled expectantly.
Berkholzer was beginning to sweat as he struggled with the uncooperative
tire. He tried to hold his flashlight with his chin so he could
at least see what he was doing. After considerable effort he
loosened the lug nuts and set the slightly rusty car jack under
the rocker panel. Slowly Berkholzer jacked the tire up off the
ground, stopping long enough to take the lug nuts off completely
and remove the ruined tire. He paused for only a moment to examine
the two inch long gash in the sidewall.
Laura stood beside the Auburn, her right hand on the open car
door, contemplating her next move. Well, control freak extraordinaire,
she thought, what now? For a split second her mind tried to override
her hormones. It's too dangerous, it's too soon! her mind said.
Hurry up, before it's too late! her hormones argued back.
Laura could see that Remington sat with his arms slightly outstretched,
as if to welcome her. Fortunately it was too dark for her to
see how his face fell when she hesitated.
C'mon, Laura, he thought, seize the moment. He smiled again,
hoping against hope.
In the next second the argument in Laura's head ceased. The same
impulse that had driven the others overcame her own misgivings.
Laura climbed over Remington's knees and settled herself in his
lap, kicking off her heels and putting her feet up in the driver's
seat. Remington shut the car door behind her and wrapped his
right arm around her shoulder.
Well, old chap, you're the one who enjoys impossible challenges,
he thought. Where do we go from here?
Laura answered Remington's unspoken question as she sealed his
lips with hers. No longer wondering whether Laura was going to
suddenly change her mind, Remington drew her closer, his left
hand pulling her hip over. He pressed her upper body against
his as he gently coaxed her teeth apart, their tongues meeting
Laura slid her right hand inside his shirt, spreading her fingers
around his warm side. Her fingernails lightly grazed his skin,
and she felt Remington jerk and try to squirm away. She smiled
to herself as she realized that he was ticklish, there at least.
Rather than torture him anymore, she moved her hand to his smooth
back. Their tongues danced more intensely.
The darkness was almost total now, and Laura wished she could
see Remington's face better. However, the rest of her senses
were overcompensating for her inability to see. She could feel
the warmth of his skin and taste his delicious mouth. She could
here her heart hammering in her head, and smell Remington's intoxicating
blend of his cologne and a little perspiration. All of this only
added to Laura's arousal.
Remington pulled away a fraction, gasping for breath slightly.
"Laura," he panted. "Laura, never have I been
one to miss any opportunity, but?"
"But--- what the hell has gotten into me?" Laura finished.
"Well," he said tentatively, "in a word, yes."
Laura paused for a moment. "Wesley and Vanessa, Dr. Harvey
and his lady friend. I can't stop thinking about what other people
have done in this car, and I don't mean driving," she whispered.
Remington considered her meaning. He could barely see her face,
but her tone of voice carried all her intent.
"Laura, if you're sure you want us to be the next
His reply was cut off by Laura's renewed assault on his lips.
She moved her hand from his back to his neck, working her fingers
under his collar and holding him there.
Remington slid his left hand up Laura's side, and then up and
down her back. Laura reached down to pull his shirttails out
and finished unbuttoning the shirt buttons. Remington found the
hem of Laura's blouse and pulled it out from her pants. Now having
some room to maneuver, he quickly unclasped Laura's bra and ran
his fingertips up and down her uninterrupted spine. Not bad for
left-handed, he thought.
Laura's entire body shivered at his actions. Her center of desire
flooded with warmth as Remington's left hand moved to cup her
breast. She knew that he was similarly affected, as his hardness
pressed into her hip. She ran her tongue around his.
Remington wanted to proceed further, but his arm had been pressed
between the car door and Laura for several minutes now, and he
could feel his fingers going numb. Fantastic!, he thought, what
else can this car do to slow me down? He hated to break the mood,
since things were going so well, but now he felt shooting pains
up his arm because of his ulnar nerve pressing into the door.
Wincing slightly, Remington broke their kiss and gave Laura a
little push to sit her upright. She rested her hand on his shoulder
and turned toward him.
"What's the matter?" she asked, hoping that nothing
was going to get in their way now.
"Arm's fallen asleep," he said apologetically. Laura
considered this for a moment, and then took his arm in both hands
and began rubbing it briskly. The pins and needles feeling in
his fingers was almost unbearable as circulation returned.
"You know," she said, "this would work a lot better
without this shirt in the way." She hooked a finger into
each of his braces and slid them away, then pulled on the cuffs
until his arms came out of the sleeves. Freeing the shirt from
behind him, she tossed it on to the driver's seat.
Not wanting to have one of her arms pinned uselessly underneath
her from now on, Laura grabbed the steering wheel and pulled
herself onto her knees. Turning toward Remington, she moved to
straddle his legs, a knee on either edge of the seat.
Remington felt like he was sliding farther and farther into some
fantastic dream. He desperately wanted this to be the real thing,
but his recollections of Laura stopping short of moments like
these kept a kernel of doubt in his mind. He certainly had been
more than ready any number of times, but had always held back
in deference to Laura's misgivings, regardless of how wrong those
misgivings were. But this couldn't be a dream - Laura's presence
was too close and too real, and the building pressure in his
groin too great, for this to be anything but reality. Nevertheless,
he still could not reconcile the intense nature of Laura's passion
right now with past experience.
Laura held Remington's face in her hands, feeling the day's stubble
that grew there. Her kisses moved over his cheek and around to
his ear, where she gently sucked on his earlobe. Her hands moved
down his neck to his shoulders and on to his chest, where her
fingers lingered to play with his chest hair.
"Fair's fair," Remington muttered as he found the edge
of Laura's shirt. With both hands he quickly moved up the line
of buttons, slid off her blouse and bra together, and tossed
the mass of fabric on the driver's seat.
Remington's warm hands moved to caress Laura's breasts, his thumbs
causing her nipples to harden instantly. Laura drew a sharp breath
at his touch. The wetness between her legs increased as her hands
moved from his chest to his erection, gently pressing his hardness
through the pants fabric.
Remington gasped at the realization that Laura was finally touching
him, his nerve endings overloaded with the sensation. With what
remained of his presence of mind he realized that it was not
going to be easy continuing from this point. He felt like an
Olympic runner, racing around the track, trying to overcome each
hurdle as it was put in front of him. Laura's pants had to go,
His hands moved down to undo her pants button, and then the zipper.
Her hands on his shoulders, Laura waited with bemusement as she
realized Remington didn't know what to do next. She would wait
another moment and let him work this out on his own.
"Laura," he begged. "Help."
Laura had an idea what to do, so she slid her knees off the car
seat and behind her, her feet on the floorboards and back under
the glove box as far as she could. Remington hooked his thumbs
into her waistband and pushed her pants and underwear as far
down as he could reach. Laura shook one foot and then the other
out of the pants legs, leaving a pile of fabric at Remington's
feet. She returned to her previous position on his lap and pressed
her naked body against him. Remington's level of arousal went
up another notch.
The scent of Laura's arousal filled the air. "Anything to
help the cause," she whispered. She put enough space between
them to unbuckle Remington's belt, followed by his pants button
Berkholzer rolled the donut sized spare up to the car and heaved
it into place. In his haste his foot slipped in the gravel on
the shoulder and he heard the metallic ping of one of the lug
nuts escaping. He fitted the spare on the car and grabbed his
flashlight. In a high temper now, he swept the beam across the
gravel, hoping that he did not kick the lug nut very far away.
He made an arc several feet from the car, not seeing the dark
metal. He stopped for a moment and took a deep breath. Slow down,
he thought, or you'll never find it.
He forced himself to look more methodically, bending over and
examining the ground carefully. After about five minutes he practically
stepped on the nut about 10 feet from the car. He ran back and
began to spin the nuts back on. Working fast, he tightened up
the spare and dropped the car back to the pavement, throwing
the jack and tire iron in the trunk and abandoning the ruined
tire beside the road.
The gravel flew as he spun his tires pulling back out onto the
pavement. It can't be much farther from here, he thought, and
then the message can be delivered.
Laura slid her hands inside the waistband of his boxers, working
her way around to his back. She began to push his trousers down
as far as she could. Remington took the cue and lifted his hips
up off the seat a few inches. Laura kept pushing, taking a moment
to fondle his buttocks. "Mmm, very nice," she whispered.
Laura moved around to his front to free his erection from the
elastic. She raised herself up on her knees to get his pants
down the rest of the way. Remington sat in the seat again. He
couldn't have cared less that his previously crisply pressed
trousers were now in a heap on top of his shoes. He pulled Laura
against him and kissed her hard, one hand tangled in her hair
and the other squeezing her buttocks.
Laura reached between them and gently cupped his balls in her
hand, pressing his hardness with the heel of her hand. Remington
moaned loudly. He was quickly approaching the point where what
little control he had left would soon be gone.
Still sealed in their kiss, he moved his hand from her butt to
her upper inner thigh, running his fingers along her silky soft
Laura knew that in a very short time she would go over the edge.
The combination of her prolonged celibacy, this automobile and
this incredible man taking control of her body were quickly pushing
her arousal beyond the limit.
"Please--- touch me," she breathed into his mouth.
She wrapped her hand around his hardened penis and gently squeezed
it to emphasize her plea.
Remington's fingers obligingly slide over Laura's swollen labia.
She moaned loudly, grinding her hips down on his hand. His thumb
grazed her bud and she responded by pressing her torso against
him again, still gripping his penis.
Laura couldn't wait a moment longer. She had to feel Remington
deep inside her, now. She inched forward and guided him to her
opening, rubbing his tip against her. Slowly she eased herself
down on him, savoring the sensation of his entry.
Remington could barely hold on as Laura's tightness surrounded
him. He tried to concentrate on keeping some control, but all
of the blood flow to his brain had gone elsewhere now and he
was unable to think about anything else except what Laura was
doing to him. Placing his hands on her hips, he slid forward
in the seat a couple of inches to change the angle of his body,
allowing him deeper penetration. Laura gasped as he did so, clinging
to the edge between sanity and ecstasy.
Laura moved up and down, finding her rhythm, his chest hairs
tickling her breasts. She held on tight to the back of the car's
seat, her climax building steadily. Beads of sweat began to run
down her neck.
Remington placed his hands on the seat on either side of Laura's
knees, locking his elbows to give himself some leverage to push
up with his hips and provide some rhythm of his own.
That move soon proved to be enough to send Laura over the edge.
As the first wave of her orgasm crashed over her, she gripped
Remington's shoulders and cried out in pleasure. The overwhelming
sensation flooded her senses, and she came close to passing out.
The sound and feel of Laura's orgasm put Remington into high
gear, causing him to thrust himself into her even harder. A moment
later he exploded inside her, her muscles gripping him tight.
Frozen for a moment in mid air, his arms finally gave out and
he dropped back in the seat. Laura collapsed against him, spent
After several minutes Laura's heartbeat slowed down to normal.
In one way she was thankful for the darkness and quiet of the
lookout that had allowed her to focus fully on all the sensations
she had felt. But at the same time she had so wanted to see Remington's
face when they came. She had fantasized many times about what
had just passed, but front seats of antique cars had not been
part of them.
She pushed herself upright again. Her knees were beginning to
ache - a lot. She could feel Remington's increased body heat
radiating toward her as she lightly ran a hand over his sweaty
forehead and down the side of his head. She shivered for a moment
as her damp body began to chill in the night air.
Remington groped around in the driver's seat for his shirt. When
he found it he draped it over Laura's shoulders and pulled it
around her. He smoothed her hair away from her face and kissed
"Laura, that was fantastic ---- beyond description. You
Laura smiled. "I can't believe how wonderful that felt,
how good you feel." Had she detected a note of disappointment
in his voice, or was it her overactive imagination? He had just
said it was fantastic, so
"But it wasn't what
you were expecting, was it?"
Not wanting to break the mood he had waited so long to achieve,
Remington hesitated. "Well, no. Believe me, when I had finally
convinced you that making love with you was a beginning for us,
and not an ending, there was going to be candlelight, champagne,
a special dinner, dancing?"
"Sounds wonderful. This Friday?"
Remington reached under the shirt and pulled her against him
again. "I imagine that could all be arranged in a short
- Laura laughed and kissed him again.
She thought a little thank you for whatever magic spell it was
that had been placed on this car, that had caused her to let
go long enough to hold this man in her arms, no matter how awkward
Remington would have liked to continue what he imagined doing
with Laura, in private, but there was no way he was going to
repeat the experience in this cramped area. What he needed was
a little more space, and a lot more comfort.
Reluctantly he broke their kiss. "Laura, why don't we go
back to my apartment, where we can stretch out a bit?"
"I can't think of anything better. Should we pull ourselves
"We certainly can't go anywhere like this."
Berkholzer eased out of the curve and spotted the clearing overlooking
the city. There it was! He shut off his headlights and slowed
to a roll. The Auburn sat, engine off, but where were that man
and the girl? Wait - did he see someone's arm? Well, he couldn't
wait any longer than absolutely necessary. He picked up the handgun
from the passenger seat.
Laura pulled his shirt off and gave it back to him. She reached
down to pick up the clothes on the floorboards. She already had
an idea of what she'd like to do with Remington when they got
home, and her mind wandered. Lost in her fantasy, she was unaware
of the car pulling up behind them.
Remington tried to pull himself together enough mentally and
physically to drive home. He too was unaware of the car rolling
toward them. He wondered how they would ever get this car back
to its rightful owner, and started to hope that they might not
He shrugged his shoulders into his hopelessly wrinkled shirt.
With any luck no one would be in his apartment building elevator
and see their disheveled appearance.
"Laura, my clothes are a lost cause."
She leaned her forehead against his. "Mine, too. But it
was glorious getting them that way, wasn't it?"
Remington couldn't stop himself from gripping her head and kissing
her hard. He promised himself he would not let this passionate
side of Laura get buried again.
A sharp report followed by the loud crack of the windshield breaking
just inches away caused both of them to jump.
"What was that?" Laura asked in a panic.
"I think someone's shooting at us!" Remington said,
incensed and frightened at the same time.
"Because we were kissing. Someone's always shooting at us
when we're kissing!"