- A Steele at Any Price- A midway
Date: Friday, August 02, 2002
Well, i'm off hiatus (or am i on it?) ... So while i was "away"
bored and i must have sex on the brain cause like every episode
i picked to 'extend' ends up with hanky panky or something resembling
that. This one is just one that i wrote and it was kick ass,
then i forgot to save it and had to start over and i get this
instead :( Heh, well humor me anyways. And again this fic made
possible by a grant from the Nancy episode archives foundation.
permission to archive.........or burn
A Steele at any Price..............a midway continuation
At Steele's apartment, a jubilant Laura uncorks a bottle of champagne,
laughing delightedly, singing as she pours three glasses. "You
and the night and the music, Fill me with FLAMING desire. Setting
my being completely- on FIRE!" she stands beside Steele
as he painstakingly removes the backs of the canvases.
"Thank you," he tells her when she sets his glass down.
He removes the first one, revealing a portrait. "Rembrandt,"
he tells them. "Stolen from a Belgian museum."
Laura laughs. "Why stop at three? He must have a whole museum
hidden in that gallery!"
"I'd call this a fair night's work,"
"Fair? I'd call it FANTASTIC!" .
"You seem awfully - up, Miss Holt," Ritchie notes.
"Why shouldn't I be? Mr. Steele's opened up a whole new
aspect of our work
"I prefer to think of it as - purloining,"
"Even though it's in a good cause, should you be quite so
happy about it? I mean - you ARE a private detective."
"Oh, believe me, after a while, it gets just as predictable
as any other job. Find a body, find some clues, find the killer."
She takes a sip of champagne.
Steele looks at her.
"Ah, yes. By the time afternoon rolls around, we're watching
the clock like everyone else. Monet. Taken from the private collection
of a Parisian banker. I think we're gonna need a top notch forger
for this, Laura."
"You don't think I'm going to hand the originals back to
Conant, do you? I'll wager there's a hefty finder's fee for each
one of these little beauties,"
"Mr. Steele is VERY big on finder's fees,"
"But- I thought we were gonna trade them for Molly?"
"We are. Only we're going to substitute copies for the originals."
"Couldn't that be dangerous? Palming off fakes on a man
like Conant? Not that I'm a coward-"
"We understand, Ritchie."
"I'm gonna take a walk," he decides. "Clear my
head." Once the door closes, Laura sits beside Steele as
he loosens the cover of the panel.
"I'm beginning to understand why you did it," she tells
"Did what?" he asks, concentrating on his task.
"What you did," she says, resting her chin on his shoulder.
He glances at
"Oh, that." She starts kissing his neck. "Laura,
please. This is painstaking enough without that sort of distraction."
"Oh, my heart's going a mile a minute. I can't seem to stop
it. The rush is INCREDIBLE!" He removes the covering, revealing
the painting. Laura gasps as Steele is stunned.
"The Bordeaux Panel," he tells her. "I finally
feel as though I'm holding a woman I've been after all my life,"
As Remington looked at the panel, lost in his own little world,
up and went out into the hall where Ritchie was still waiting
"Yes Miss Holt?" He turned.
"I think we have everything under control here, you can
go home if you like."
Ritchie let out a sigh of relief. "That's good to hear,
I don't think I
could spend anymore time in there with those. Considering what
"I understand Ritchie." She smiled. "We'll call
you in the morning." The
"Good night Miss Holt."
"Good night, Ritchie." The elevator doors shut and
Laura went back inside.
"Conant's giving a party tomorrow," Laura tells him.
"In honor of Joanne
Pitkin. She invited me." She laughs. "I think we stole
"Sounds like the perfect setting for a swap meet,"
"How VERY bold you are, Mr. Steele," she says. Steele
smiles. She moves
closer. "How would you like to hold another woman you've
been waiting for?" she asks, kissing him. They lean back
on the couch, the kiss lengthening.
"And they say crime doesn't pay,"
"It does tonight," Laura resumed her former position.
"I sent Ritchie home. I didn't think we needed a chaperone."
Remington knew what Laura was feeling.
He had been there himself. Actually the feeling was still there
successful heist, just easier to repress with experience. He
repress nothing tonight though.
"Not feeling quite yourself Miss Holt?" He teased her
"I feel absolutely fine. What's wrong with the way I'm feeling?"
seductively. He pondered this for a moment.
"Nothing at all." He leaned back into the kiss. Laura
had raised her right
leg over his and Remington rested his hand on her knee and slowly
caress her thigh. Not like Laura needed anymore incentive but
she moaned her pleasure against his lips. He moved his hand higher
on her leg to her rear.
Laura raised up and straddled Remington and he let his other
hand wander to meet the other. Laura's hands were exploring also
and she began to untuck his turtleneck from his trousers. She
then let her hands explore his warm flesh underneath. It was
Remington's turn to release a sigh of pleasure. Encouraged by
his response Laura reached down and began to slowly unbuckle
his belt. Remington meanwhile moved his kisses lower on Laura
to her neck and she stretched back to give him unhindered access.
He kicked of his shoes and he soon heard Laura's heels drop to
the floor also. He was getting ready to lay Laura down on his
couch when she suddenly stood up and motioned for him to follow.
He stood and kissed her again and she drew him into his bedroom
by his unbuckled belt.
Just as they crossed the threshold, Remington pulled Laura into
kiss and slowly backed her up until she made contact with his
dresser. Again her hands slid beneath his shirt and she began
to pull it over his head. She ran her hands over his chest and
trailed back down to his belt. Time for that later he thought
and slowly pulled Laura's shirt over her head and off her body.
Laura snaked his belt free and let it drop. He reached behind
her and slowly unzipped her skirt until it was freed to the floor.
Laura concentrated on their kiss momentarily as did Remington.
Moments later, he lowered his kisses following a pattern of freckles
until he let his hands begin to roll the top of her pantyhose
past her hips. He knelt down and kissed her flat belly as he
pushed them down the rest of the way along with her panties and
Laura stepped out of them. He trailed his hands up her thighs
and across her backside then to her back as he stood back up.
- Laura shivered from the contact
and Remington claimed her mouth once again.
He let his hands trail up her spine until he found the clasp
on her bra and relieved her of that hindering garment too. She
was finally naked in his
arms. If his hands hadn't been pleasing her he would have pinched
himself. He wanted to please her more than anything. He wanted
to let her know how glad he was she finally allowed them to move
the relationship forward. With that thought he slowly turned
her around and kissed the back of her neck. One hand traced her
delicate stomach and the other gently cupped a breast. The contact
made Laura arch into him. The hand on her stomach continued lower
to investigate her most private of places. Laura turned her head,
reached up and behind her and pulled Remington's lips to hers.
His hand continued down until he found the spot he was looking
for. Laura broke the kiss with a gasp and Remington opened his
eyes. He could see them in the reflection of the mirror on his
bureau. He wasn't never much for voyeurism but seeing his hands
on Laura's body made him infinitely more excited. He felt he
could come just by the image he saw.
"Laura, luv, open your eyes." Reluctantly she obeyed.
Her eyes met his in the reflection and her gaze followed his
arm down to where his hand all but disappeared inside her. Remington
cautiously let a finger enter her. Laura's eyes shut again as
she leaned against the dresser for support and Remington held
her tighter. The position was amicable for both. Him for entry
and her for support. When he felt she was sufficiently aroused
he entered her with a second finger and she leaned farther into
him. Her movements against him heightened her pleasure and he
knew she wouldn't last long. He kissed her neck all the while
keeping his eyes glued to her in the mirror. He then began to
move behind her. He knew he was straining but he wanted to bring
Laura to her release. He could wait to ease his discomfort.
He watched her begin to lose herself in him and he was quite
excited he was the reason for it. It was awkward, but he reached
down with his other hand to find her sensitive clitoris and it
didn't take much more before Laura began to start her final ascent.
She stopped voluntary movements as the involuntary ones took
over. He never stopped watching her as she finally collapsed
in his arms. A few moments later as Remington resumed his kisses,
she turned in his arms. She thought about speaking, even tried.
But she was, essentially speechless so she did the next best
thing. She placed a most searing, aggressive 'god- that-was-fantastic'
kiss on him. He pulled her tight and she felt his arousal between
She backed down from the kiss and began to unbutton his pants.
his zipper down, meanwhile he was back to kissing her freckled
shoulders. She still hadn't caught her breath but at this point
they were both breathing heavier than usual. Laura let gravity
do it's job and soon he was as naked as she.
Again he grabbed her close, needing to feel her full length against
him. He looked into her eyes and saw they were still slightly
glazed. He picked her up and placed her on his bed and laid beside
her. "Laura, you were incredible." Again she tried
"Unbelievable. That was-incredible." He could only
smile. And continue to
kiss her of course.
"You were indescribable as you came. You are so beautifully
Pretty heartfelt words from him. Words that gave Laura her second
wind. She teasingly climbed on top of him and again was straddling
him for the second time that evening. She kissed him down his
chest and wasted no time in making her way to where she wanted
to be the most. She teased a little but soon put him out of his
misery by grasping him in her hand. She let her tongue lightly
around his tip before taking him whole. The thought didn't belong
in her mind but she knew that if she did this one act, he would
be undeniably hers. Just as she was now his. She monitored her
results by his moans. She paid attention to every part of his
anatomy in the near vicinity and soon she was rewarded with his
release and she relished every drop. She kissed her way back
up to him and waited for him to recover. He looked at her and
was wearing the same glazed over look she had 15 minutes ago.
He, too, was speechless. When she kissed him and he tasted himself
he was hard again almost instantly. He rolled on top of her and
their passions erupted again.
He wanted her. Wanted her more than any other woman he had ever
But he wanted her to be with him when they came together for
the first time, so he continued down again and began an onslaught
with his tongue and fingers.
He was confidant she was ready to take him and he worked back
up and slowly entered her. Laura had refrained from being intimate
for some time but he
slipped in with ease. He didn't want to move. He wanted to remain
still and for the moment Laura was content with that as she kissed
him. He then felt
her muscles contract suddenly around his penis and he almost
came from that alone. It was Laura's signal that she was ready.
He began a slow rhythm on
top of her and she matched him effortlessly. He glanced in the
closet mirror and saw them together. He couldn't believe he was
finally making love to her. He stopped, and the couple in the
mirror stilled also. It was reality. She watched them also and
was almost brought to tears by the sight. In a word it was beautiful.
Remington flipped them over and Laura sat up to deepen his penetration.
After a while it became more frenzied and he took her hands in
his and intertwined his fingers with hers. She leaned back down
still holding hands and placed them on either side of his head.
They both knew they were close and Remington was trying very
hard to wait on her. He heard her mutter 'close' and then felt
her muscles contract wildly around him which made him erupt with
her. She collapsed on him and he held her tight and they remained
that way for a while. She rolled off him to lay her head on his
chest. After some tender kissing he looked her in the eyes "Laura
I have never experienced anything like this with any other woman."
He was truly sincere.
"I must agree, although I'm sure the list of women I've
been with is shorter than yours." They both laughed.
"I'm serious Laura. Good Lord woman, what are you doing
"Why do you think it is so different for us?"
"Simple." He made sure he had eye contact. "We're
in love." She wasn't
shocked he said it, it was par for the course for them.
"I think your right." She kissed him again. He pulled
her as close to him as was possible and soon both were asleep.
And if either could see the couple in the mirror they would have
noticed them wearing the same satisfied smiles.