Woman of Steele - An Addition 2/2
Steele Chic <steelechic@hotmail.com>
Part 2 is rated NC-17.
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Woman of Steele - An Addition 2/2
Part 2 NC-17
By SteeleChic at steelechic@hotmail.com

"Mr Steele," she said, matter-of-factly, edging between the desk and his chair to stop directly in front of him. She lifted herself easily to sit firmly in the center of his desk and crossed her legs where they dangled over the edge, "We need to talk." She was determined to air things out, there was no way they could continue the way they had been, it was creating far too much tension and frustration.

"About what, Miss Holt?" he asked her, making more than he needed to out of the simple task of folding his newspaper and putting it down.

"About us," she declared, "About what's going on between us." Please don't make this difficult, she silently begged, Don't try to pull away and close yourself off from me.

"There's nothing going on between us," he said evasively. Where is she going with this? He wondered, still feeling a little guilty due to recent events.

"That's exactly my point," Laura went on, "There's nothing going on between us. There's nothing between us but a strained attempt at sterile professionalism. But no matter how hard we try, we can't ignore what's been going on. We have to talk about what's happened to us, we have to talk about what happened with Anna."

"Ah, yes, Anna," Remington mused knowingly, "I told you before Laura, she means nothing to me, it's all in the past."

"If that were true, then she couldn't have lured you away from me," Laura said softly. When he moved to protest, she went on hurriedly, "Maybe not in body but in spirit. You closed yourself off from me and it was as if all the lights had gone out and I was fumbling around in the dark. I had no clue what was going on."

Remington didn't quite know how to answer that, so he waited for what she would say next.

"It was so easy, so effortless," Laura went on, "For something from your past to just sweep in and threaten to take you away from me."

"You were jealous," Remington accused gently with a smile.

Laura smiled back guiltily, "OK, I was," she admitted, "But it was more than just jealousy, it was a little bit of fear too. How do I know there won't be something or someone else from your past to pop up and take you away, someone whose claim on you is greater than mine."

Her hands rested in her lap where she stared down at them but, when he took them, she was forced to meet his gaze.

"Laura," he said gently, "Some people in our lives are meant to never leave us. Wasn't it you who said that to me?"

"Yeah...well...." Laura cocked her head to the side but remained unconvinced, her expression alone filled with her usual, and adorable, blend of uncertainty and trust. He should have known she'd want reassurance.

"Come here," Remington sighed as he leaned forward, reaching up to grasp her face with both hands.

Laura tried to suppress her gasp but instead her breath released on a shuddering sigh as their lips met. Her hands curved around his shoulders, seemingly of their own accord.

The flame sparked instantly within each of them and a burning heat engulfed them both. They wasted no time. In just a few short days, they'd become completely starved for one another.

Laura's mouth opened hungrily to receive his probing tongue and her own tongue darted forward to meet and mate with his. Anticipation stirred her body into passionate restlessness and she shifted slightly on the desk. She slid her hands along his neck and into his luxurious hair, learning the shape of his head before cupping his jaw.

He moved his hands down the length of her back, over her hips and along her legs until he could clasp them behind her knees. He trailed warm, hot kisses along her jaw to her ear.

"Come closer," he urged, tugging gently so that she slid towards him along the smooth table top.

He stared at her, desire deepening his eyes to dark blue velvet, as he carried one of her hands to his mouth and pressed his tongue against her palm. Heat flared up her arms and settled in her breasts, sensation coursing through her and pooling, deep and low in her belly.

"Closer," he whispered seconds before their lips met again.

As she melted into his kiss, Laura got to her feet and repositioned herself on his lap. She slid her thighs over his, settling herself on top of him, their most intimate places only inches apart as her knees cradled his hips.

If their first time had been about comfort, confusion and insecurity, this time it was all about possession. Laura sat slightly higher than he, and she relished her position of power.

Remington's hands moved slowly and agonisingly from her thighs, to her hips, to her waist, skated over her rib cage and finally teased the underside of her breasts.

Laura arched closer to his touch as his palms covered her completely, this time not bothering to suppress the moan that bubbled to the surface.

He made short work of the buttons on her blouse and the clasp of her bra, pushing both off her shoulders and dropping them to the floor. He broke their kiss to run his lips along her collar bone and claim the valley between her breasts and, finally, his lips closed over first one aching peak and then the other.

Involuntarily, her hips arched against him so that they touched intimately and, this time, it was Remington who gasped. He returned his hands to her hips and encouraged her to repeat the action. She did, rocking her hips erotically against the hard ridge she felt between his thighs.

Suddenly, their actions took on a more frenzied pace. Somehow she had freed him from his shirt and tie and was running her fingers through the dark hair of his chest.

He raised his head slightly and she met him more than halfway, lowering her mouth to his, fusing their lips together.

Her skirt had ridden up high on her thighs and Remington slid his hands beneath it to hook his fingers under her panties and drag them and her hose down her legs.

Somehow, too, they managed not to upset the chair as they released his arousal from the confines of his trousers and boxers.

Laura raised herself over Remington and sank down slowly. This time, she did cry out as he entered her. It was so much of what she'd wanted for so long and it felt so good.

She moved off him slightly before she ground her hips against him, pushing him deeper and harder with every thrust. The position they were in was creating incredible friction and it was that fact, coupled with their relative abstinence over the past two years, that led them easily to a shattering climax.

Laura almost sobbed as the pressure built and her release bubbled forth in waves, her internal muscles contracting around him, enticing his own climax as he groaned out her name.

She collapsed in his arms, breathing heavily, her head dropping down onto his shoulder. Remington kissed her temple and gently smoothed her hair back from her sweaty forehead.

"We're lucky you...chose such a ...spacious chair," Remington murmured with a smile, when the blood had stopped rushing and his heart had stopped pounding.

"Spared no...expense....on the great...detective Remington Steele," Laura joked breathlessly.

"It's a good thing too," he said, "Imagine trying to do that in your little office chair."

"Hmm," she murmured laughingly, looking up at him with shining eyes.

Remington lowered his head to kiss her, stroking his hands up and down her back in soothing movements as he hugged her close.

"We should probably move," he whispered, "What if someone comes in?"

"They can't," Laura confided, like the cat who swallowed the cream, "I locked both of our office doors."

So he had heard her at his door after all, "That sure of yourself?" he teased.

"No, not at all," she answered, truthfully and endearingly, "Just hopeful."

Remington leaned in and pressed a tender kiss to her bruised lips and rested his forehead against hers. They sat like that, entangled in each other, pressed together from top to tail. For the longest time, neither of them spoke. They were content to listen to each other breathe, enjoying their down time and their re-connection. And what was that saying about possession? Oh, yeah, that it's nine tenths of the law.
The End