- Steele On My Mind II
Date: Tue, 22 Feb 2000
Working on the sequel to Steele
On My Mind that Nancy so graciously posted on her site. Here
is the first part. I hope this gets others going on their fanfic
Neither was running away, they connected in a way they never
had before. Laura took a deep breath and tentatively started,
"So..." She bit her lower lip not knowing what to say
next. Remington sensed her uneasiness and simply led her by the
hand, "Let's go back inside". The ride in the elevator
seemed to take an eternity. Every heartbeat and breath that transpired
between them resonated in the small confines. Laura felt claustrophobic.
Again, her mind was bombarding her with numbing thoughts; God,
he said IT, he really said it. Geez, I said it too. She smiled
weakly at him and retrieved her hand from his, embarrassed by
the clammy sweat. She rubbed her hands nervously together. Laura
then noticed a change in his expression and realized her
withdrawal had disappointed him on some level. Just a she reached
to move closer to him, the doors opened. He motioned for her
to precede him into the hall. Silently they walked to his door.
Remington mind was racing too; Where do we go from here? This
isn't the way I planned this to happened.
Nothing concerning his relationship with Laura was going according
to ANY plan. After the fiasco at the Friedlich Spa, and the ensuing
talk on the beach, they seemed to have a future. Then, as usual,
in their relationship, for every one step forward it was three
steps back. Something said in the heat of the moment sent him
to Clarissa when he was in trouble. From there it was scary rollercoaster
ride. Now, just as they began to settle back into some semblance
of normalcy, they declare their love for each other. They
both knew what transpired next would determine if they were going
forward or reeling again in reverse.
Remington was the first to speak, "I'm sorry Laura, I should
have told you that a long time ago."
"I'm the one who should be apologizing, I acted like such
an ass, walking out like this", Laura replied pointedly
alluding to her attire.
Their solemn expressions were replaced by amused grins. Laura
decided it would be best not to retreat back into a highly emotional
scene. She felt confident that they took a huge step forward
without any major fallout and suggested, " I think I'll
go home and change. I have a lot of things to do this afternoon.
Can I call you later when I get back?"
Remington leaned against the table in the entry. He was a bit
perplexed and muttered "Sure..........but ...."
Laura started to walk away but turned and stepped toward him.
She stood between his slightly parted knees. With her arms snaked
around his waist she pressed her body against his and amorously
kissed him. Just as she was about to pull away, Remington stood
and pulled her into him. He assaulted her with his lips and crushed
her in his embrace.
"Please stay", he whispered in between kisses.
She was torn. His touch was driving her to distraction, but the
rational side again won the battle. She pushed away. "I'm
sorry. I can't. I need to go home."
Seeing his disappointment, she clarified, "My pills are
Just as he was about to ask, the light bulb went on. He knew
she took her birth control pills every night when she brushed
her teeth before bed. Even though the chances would be slim,
making love now, might not be wise after missing a pill last
"Speaking of pills," Laura jumped in, "What exactly
did you give me yesterday?"
"I gave you a much needed good night's sleep."
"Give them to me" Laura demanded
"Excuse me?" Remington replied walking away.
"The pills... I want them" Laura clarified following
him into the kitchen with her hand out palm up. "If you
forfeit the drugs, plea to exercising bad judgement. I'll be
lenient in the sentencing."
"If I allocute to the charges, I want a suspended sentence."
"How about some community service?"
"How about some personal service?"
Laura felt better than she had in a very long time. Maybe it
was the sleep, but it was most likely the fact he told her that
he loved her, finally. The huge weight of doubt was lifted and
she felt liberated. Laura decided she would try to do something
nice for him. Her cooking left alot to be desired. Usually she
didn't even put much effort in trying, but she was sure he would
appreciate her attempt. When she returned from her errands and
the market she called him.
"Hi, it's me." Laura started.
"Well. I was beginning to wonder how long it takes to change
clothes and take a pill."
"Any plans for dinner?"
"I could pick you up and go out somewhere."
"How about I make dinner for both of us." Laura suggested.
"You ARE aware that would involve some cooking on your part."
"Ha, ha very funny. Are you feeling adventurous?"
"Are we still talking about dinner?" Remington hinted.
"Well that all depends, does an appetizer technically have
to be food?" Laura joked.
"Would like some help?" Remington offered.
"No I want to do this myself, I need to learn sometime...and
if dinner completely inedible, we'll just skip it and go right
"Is dessert another non-food course?" he said hopefully.
"Well, it might include some whip cream." Laura added.
This tantalizing conversation was fast becoming a turn on for
both of them. Laura, again being the practical one, decided to
end it before she completely lost her focus on the dinner at
hand. She simply said, "Can you come at seven?".
Remington was having too much fun. It was rare when Laura became
this sexually playful and he could not resist the entendre "Really
Laura, making me perfom on a schedule. Is this considered some
of that community service?"
Laura laughed realizing the double meaning of what she just said
tried to rephrase, "Dinner will be served at seven, Mr Steele
if you care to join me".
Again, he couldn't pass up the innuendo of the words join me.
"I plan to be joining you quite a bit this evening, Miss
Holt," Remington replied and hung up the phone.