"The agency, the clientele,"
she paused and looked down, "me."
He tilted her head back up to meet his gaze. "So I've noticed."
She was a bit surprised by this. "I think it's good though.
I think you are beginning to ever so slightly, trust me. To trust
my intentions." He caressed the side of her face.
"I'm not sure what they are exactly yet, but you I trust.
For the most part anyway." She smiled. "You're my friend,
I know that you wouldn't compromise what we have. Or even what
we might have."
"You're sure about that?" he was testing her. Testing
her like she had tested him so many times before. She only nodded
and leaned in to brush his lips. "Good. That's been half
my battle with you, you know." It was his turn to return
the favor. Again the kiss deepened and they only parted when they
noticed that the forward movement was stopped too long to be at
just a red light.
"It seems we've arrived. Care for a night cap?"
"Very much." Steele got out and extended his hand to
Laura as she exited the vehicle. He marveled at how feminine she
was as she stepped out of the limo. In contrast to the fireball
she could sometimes be at work, he found them both equally erotic.
Laura graciously took his hand as she stepped clear. He shut the
door and gave Fred the two obligatory taps that had become a trademark
of sorts to let the trusty chauffer know he would no longer be
needed this evening. Remington placed his hand in the small of
Laura's back and guided her to the front of the complex.
Laura loved going to his apartment. His scent surrounded her as
she walked in, enveloped her. He shut the door behind him and
placed his keys on the table. He started to remove his jacket,
"Have a seat, I'll fetch our drinks," and placed it
on a dining room chair. She walked over to the couch and decided
to open the balcony doors instead. It was a beautiful night and
she loved to star gaze. He found her standing near the railing,
seemingly
lost in thought. He placed the wine on the table and approached
her, wrapping her in his embrace from behind. She knew he would.
She leaned contently into his chest. His mouth trailed by her
ear, as his hot breath sent shock waves through her. She shuddered
at the intense feeling it evoked.
"Cold?" he asked in a deep, quite voice. He knew she
wasn't.
"Hmm, just the opposite."
"Ah." he nibbled her ear then kissed lower. "Shall
we drink?" he pulled back slightly and reached back for a
glass handing it to her. She took it and sipped slowly, he thought,
erotically. She gently disengaged her self from him and went back
inside. He had already turned the lights down, and lit his ever
present gas fireplace. She sat on the sofa and kicked her shoes
off, he sat next to her and did the same. They stayed in silence
for a few moments and drank the bittersweet liquid. He finished
his and noticed she was done also. He took her glass and placed
it with his on the coffee table. He again settled back and let
Laura nestle into him.
He felt content. Her at his side. Neither felt the urge to break
the silence. Laura suddenly shifted and looked up at him. He smiled
his crooked grin Laura always melted at. They were both smiling
as their lips touched. She shifted around a little more to gain
sweeter contact. He let both his arms surround her. Her hands
went to his chest and rested there.
Remington could tell Laura wasn't going to pull away anytime soon,
so he
slowly, gradually made the kiss more intimate. Concentrating on
one lip then the other, and after a few moments he shifted her
in his arms and slowly laid her into the couch on her back.. He
began to run his tongue gently around her slightly parted lips.
Her arms went to amuse themselves in the black, silky hair they
loved so much. The couch wasn't extremely roomy but both being
able-bodied and slender, fit side by side, chest to chest, with
Laura slightly on top, comfortably. Remington's right hand slowly
moved down Laura's left side, resting on her hip towards the small
of her back. His other hand pleasantly trapped beneath her other
side. She backed off her assault a bit and placed her head on
his shoulder, almost on his chest. He essentially cradled her
to him. He kissed her forehead and just lay with her silently.
He was aroused, as sure as she was but it wasn't pressing. It
was a pleasant journey. She splayed her left hand on his chest,
unbuttoning three buttons so she could place her hand directly
on his warm skin. He closed his eyes and simply enjoyed the contact.
After a short while he noticed their breathing pattern matched,
as well as their heartbeats he imagined. She began to idly play
with his soft chest hair.
"Hm," he opened his eyes and watched her hand, he brought
his right one
up to smooth her hair behind her ear. "What's going on in
that head of yours, eh Miss Holt." She shifted a bit to look
up at him.
"I don't think it's safe to say." She grinned mischievously.
"I see." He paused, "I think you're thinking how
nice this is. How maybe you're glad you came here tonight. Thinking
about how content we both seem to be."
"Something like that. You know, my outlook has changed a
little bit. My outlook on us that is."
"Really?" She had him intrigued. "How so?"
"I began to think how I need to relax and let go some. I
need to learn how to enjoy the process instead of focusing on
the tiny details."
"What process might that be?" He stroked her forehead
with a finger.
"The process of us."
"I think that could be a very enjoyable process. But why
the change in stance? What happened to the rational, thinking
Laura."
"She's was blindsided by the reckless, feeling Laura."
His chest heaved slightly as he found that enjoyable. "What
we have is," she searched for the right word, "different."
"I can't disagree there. But it's a good different isn't
it?"
"Yes. I tend to overanalyze,"
"You don't say." She playfully pulled a handful of chest
hair.
"But I realized I can very well waste a lot of time doing
that. I don't need to figure it out. I need to accept it as it
is."
"And what exactly is it?"
"I don't know. But I know it's there."
"Most definitely. I want you to know Laura, I care a great
deal for you and this is more than a passing fancy. I daresay
you feel the same. I
honestly don't know where we will go from here, but I do know
it'll be
easier if we go together."
Laura raised up more and was lying further on top of him but not
quite fully. "I also care for you. I don't know where we'll
end up either,
but I do know that we have no reason not to enjoy figuring that
out. It's so different with you than with anyone I've been involved
with before."
He was intrigued by that, for he too felt the same way. "How's
that?"
"With the others it was almost a forced intimacy. Not forced
like made
to do it, but forced like it wasn't a natural progression."
He understood
exactly. "With you, it's so casual, such a relaxed pace.
I don't have to
pretend around you. I never have to force a cheerfulness when
we are out. It's a genuine feeling with you." Not love, not
that type of love, not yet
anyway.
"I see no sense to rush anything. What good does that do?
See Laura we
played the game smart this time around. We built a solid foundation.
A
friendship first, then our partnership. Then decided to explore
the romantic aspect. I must say that I have never done that before.
I rather enjoy it."
"You truly are amazing. Coming from any other man I would
view that
as just a line to get me into bed."
"Did it work." He couldn't play it with a straight face
and began to laugh. Laura joined in.
"Quite the comedian aren't we." She crawled farther
onto him and his trapped hand became free and he wrapped both
arms around her, securing her to his body. "I'll like a man
with a sense of humor." She kissed him soundly.
The kiss gained intensity and his hands wandered lower and eventually
landed on her rear. He didn't press or knead he simply rested
them there. He broke the kiss and brought one hand to her face,
sensually caressing her.
"What else do you like Miss Holt?"
"I think we have to figure that one out together." she
smiled.
"Indeed we will, Miss Holt. Indeed we will." He kissed
her again, relishing the idea of finding out everything she liked.
And everything he liked as well.
THE END