AUTHOR'S NOTE: I haven't completely finished fine tuning this episode yet, but I wanted to get you all a Season X update, so this episode will be published in a few separate chapters, so favorite and follow this story so you don't miss the rest of the episode. If it gets you content faster, I may keep publishing that way. Hope it was worth the wait. New chapter soon!
"Are you really gonna tell them today?" Laura asked as she handed Steve his lunch.
Steve paused to straighten his tie before taking it. "They have a right to know that I'm considering another offer, Sweetums."
"I know, but what if you don't take it, and they get mad anyway? You could ruin what you have there, and it's finally getting good!"
"I know. It's a risk, but Wes and Andy have been good to me. I want to at least give them some notice."
"Ok," she agreed. "It's your decision."
He paused in front of the door. "Do you think I should take it?"
Laura cocked her head at him as she fixed his tie. He had only made it worse. "I just want you to be happy. You know that." She stepped close to him and wrapped her arms around his neck.
He grabbed her hips and leaned his face down to hers. "Think about all the things I could buy you with double my salary. Clothes, makeup..."
"Stop," she warned.
"Shoes..."
"Mm," she pouted.
"Jewelry..."
"You are a mean, mean man," she scolded.
"For wanting to spoil you?"
"For teasing me," she complained.
"I'm not teasing, my pet. Tell me right now to take it and buy you a jewelry store, and I'll do it," he promised.
She pulled out of his arms. "I'm not gonna do that, Steve. This is your choice," she stated again. "Pick the job that's going to make you happiest."
He nodded. "Ok," he agreed. He stared at her silently for a minute. Then he suddenly collapsed to his knees and wrapped his arms around her legs. "Tell me what you want me to do, my queen. Please, please, please, please, please!" He begged.
Laura chuckled and tried to pull away from him. "No, Steve. It's up to you, and we're gonna be late for work."
Steve held on tighter. "Please!" He begged. "If you tell me, I'll do whatever you want me to do in the bedroom tonight!" he offered.
Laura furrowed her brow and smirked down at him. "You already do whatever I want you to in bed," she reminded him.
He let go of her legs and stood. "Darn!" he exclaimed, snapping his fingers in frustration.
Laura smiled sympathetically and stepped back into his arms. "I love you, Steve. You're going to make the right decision, but you have to make it yourself," she insisted.
He nodded seriously and took a deep breath. He sighed loudly as he released it. "You're right. I know you're right," he agreed, holding both her hands.
"I'll tell you what," she continued, "when you make a decision to stay or go and you tell Waterton, when everything's really decided, you know? When that happens, I will do whatever you want me to do in the bedroom," she offered.
Steve grinned goofily and wiggled his eyebrows at her. "Whatever I want?" He challenged.
"Whatever you want," she purred.
"Like watch a documentary about stink bugs?" he offered excitedly.
Laura's jaw dropped. "What?" She demanded.
"Play my new electrified version of 'Chutes and Ladders'?"
Laura laughed and grabbed her purse off the counter.
He followed her as she headed for the door. "Let me eat cheese off of you?" he called as he closed and locked the door behind them.
Laura shrugged. At least, that one was almost sexy.
When Steve got to work, he headed immediately for Wes's office. He stood in front of the door, preparing himself to knock, but he couldn't get up the courage. Luckily, his secretary had stepped out to pick up his dry cleaning, so there was no one there to see Steve pacing back and forth, talking to himself, almost knocking, and chickening out again and again.
"Hey, Wes," Steve muttered to himself under his breath, "I'm just stopping by to let you know that even though you single-handedly saved my wife and me from spending the rest of our lives on her brother's couch, I'm considering other offers. Now, don't worry! I haven't made any decisions yet! Oh, no. I plan to leave you hanging for at least another week, not knowing if you need to start the hunt for a new protégé or not. Where am I going, you ask? Only to your biggest competitor. Waterton Tech offered me double my salary, and -"
"You're taking a job with Gary Waterton?" Andy asked from behind him.
Steve jumped and turned back to Andy. "How long have you been there?"
Andy's face soured quickly, but he remained calm, as he always did. He marched forward and knocked on Wes's door.
"Come in!" Wes called.
Andy opened the door and turned to Steve. "Inside," he ordered. "Now."
Steve nodded and walked in, his head hung low, and he twiddled his thumbs nervously.
"Steve!" Wes smiled as he and Andy walked in. "What a pleasant surprise!" Quickly, he noticed the expressions on their faces. "Or not so pleasant. What's going on?"
Andy crossed his arms over his chest and nudged Steve with his elbow. "Tell him, Judas."
Steve swallowed hard. Judas? Yikes. He looked down at his feet. "Well, um... Wes, I can't tell you how grateful I am for the opportunity you've given me."
"Oh, no," Wes interrupted.
Steve paused. Had he gotten to the bad part, yet? "What?"
"You're quitting!" Wes gasped. "Oh, no, Steve, you can't quit!" He stood quickly, rushing over to Steve as he implored him.
"No, he can't," Andy agreed. "He's under contract."
"I'm not quitting," Steve jumped in. "I just..." he paused and took a deep breath, finding the strength to continue. "I just received an offer that was too good to not at least consider. I haven't made any decisions yet. I just wanted you to know."
Andy snorted in disgust. "So you could use it as a bargaining chip? It's not gonna work, Urkel. Do you know how many young scientists are banging down our doors for your job? You're not getting anything more out of us!"
"That's not why I'm telling you," Steve promised urgently.
"Shut up, Andy!" Wes barked. "Steve, you're the guy! We will give you anything you want! Who made the offer?"
"Waterton Tech," Steve replied softly. He cringed as he saw the hurt flash in Wes's eyes.
"Oh," he said softly.
"Did you send him a copy of your contract yet?" Andy demanded.
"Yes," Steve admitted softly.
"Damn it! Ok. I'm sending a copy down to legal," he announced, heading toward the door.
"Mr. Ward, wait!" Steve pleaded, though he was ignored. When Steve turned back to Wes, he was leaning against his desk. "I haven't made a decision yet," Steve said softly.
Wes nodded sadly. "What's he offering you?"
"Double my current salary," Steve said.
Wes's face drooped lower. "We can't afford to match that, Steve. Andy'd never go for it."
"That's not why I'm telling you!" he reinforced quickly. "I just thought that you had a right to know."
"We can sweeten the deal here, though, Steve."
"You don't have to," he tried.
"I'm sure I can dig a little raise out of Andy, and we can find some projects that really inspire you," he promised. "Just give me some time to put together an offer. When are you making your decision?" he asked.
"Monday."
"He only gave you a week to decide?" Wes asked. Steve remained silent. "Oh. You've just been sitting on this for a while. When did he make the offer?"
"The day after the 4th of July," Steve answered.
"Ok," Wes sighed. "Well, give me as much time as you can to work on this. I'll figure something out, Steve. I'm not losing you."
"Wes, I wouldn't even be considering this if it weren't for Laura."
"Does she want you to take it?" Wes asked disappointedly, knowing he could never convince Steve to ignore Laura's wishes.
"No, she wants me to do whatever will make me happiest, but what makes me happy is making her happy, and I could make her really happy with that kind of money."
Wes nodded. "But money isn't all that matters to Laura," he reminded him.
"No, but it wouldn't hurt."
"No, but you being miserable could," Wes grumbled.
Steve furrowed his brow. "What do you mean?"
Wes pursed his lips. "Nothing. Never mind."
"No, really, what do you mean?"
Wes took a deep breath and admitted, "Look, Steve, you're not gonna buy this coming from me, but Gary Waterton is a jerk. He treats his employees terribly. He's luring you away from us now, so you'll get a good deal, but when you renew your contract, you won't, and his contracts are way better than ours. His have no loopholes, and they always include those clauses that say you can't work for the competition for a certain amount of time after. Ours don't say that because I want young scientists to be able to advance their careers, but he doesn't care. He doesn't care about his people, and if you go, we can't take you back. Andy would never allow it, first of all, but neither would your contract with Waterton. He'd take you to the cleaners for even trying."
Steve stared at him nervously. He knew that he shouldn't trust Wes, because Wes had reason to want him to avoid Waterton, but Wes had been good to him, and the fact was, he did trust him.
"Look, Steve," Wes continued as he saw the expression on his face. "You shouldn't even worry about Waterton because I am going to find a way to get you to stay," he promised, forcing his bright, businessman smile. "I guarantee it." He paused there, waiting for Steve to respond, but when he didn't, he added quietly, "Which means you need to leave and let me get back to work."
"Oh!" Steve exclaimed. "Yes! Of course! Thank you for your time, Wes!" Steve called as he left as quickly as possible.
"Hey, Myra?" Laura called as she stepped out of her office.
Myra, who was only a few displays down, called back immediately, "Yes?"
Laura approached her. "I'm taking my lunch break out with my mom today, so I won't be here if anything goes wrong. Think you can hold down the fort?"
Myra hesitated. "Um... Well, sure, Laura, but could you make that announcement a little louder and give me some authority?"
Laura chuckled, "Oh, yeah, like I have any authority!"
Myra furrowed her brow. She had a point. "I can handle it," she dismissed.
"Thank you!" Laura called as she turned from her. As Laura walked away she glanced back, just in time to see Myra climb on a table and cup her hands around her mouth.
"Yo, Ferguson's employees, Laura's gonna be gone for the next hour, and she left me in charge, so y'all better shape up!"
Laura chuckled as she continued out the door. She was so proud of Myra. She had really committed to her therapy. She had let it slip once that she went to see her shrink twice a week, with little homework assignments in between. She seemed like she was starting to feel better, even if she wasn't quite her original, perky self yet. Myra and Laura had even been working really well together. So well, in fact, that she was beginning to think she might miss her when she went back to school. She was also finally beginning to understand what Steve had seen in Myra, which made her heart ache. She really was lucky to have won him back, even if it didn't seem difficult at the time. Getting over a girl as great as her must have been hard for him.
When Laura reached her mother at the table at the back of the restaurant, she hugged her quickly before sitting. "Hey, Ma," she said as she sat.
"Hi, Honey. How are you?"
"Good. You?"
"Oh, I'm fine. What's new with you and Steve?"
Laura paused for a moment. She wasn't sure if Steve's job offer was supposed to be a secret. She decided to keep it to herself for now. Just in case. "Not much," she lied. "Anything new with you and Daddy?"
"No, not really," Harriette said. "Same old, same old. Rachel and I are going out Friday night for a little Girls' Night Out."
"You are? Why's that?"
"It's your father's turn to host the poker game, and I don't wanna sit around and watch it," Harriette shrugged.
Laura smiled. "Well, if you're not there, who's gonna clean up after?"
Harriette smirked at her. "Me, when I get back, probably."
Laura laughed and shook her head.
"Eddie's been playing for the past few months, too. Maybe you and Max should come out with me and Rachel. Is Steve any good at poker?"
Laura paused. "I don't know," she admitted. "He's certainly smart enough, but he's not a very good liar. That could be fun, though. I'll suggest it to him."
"Good," Harriette nodded. "I'll call Max."
Laura looked up from her menu. "You'll call Max?"
"Sure," Harriette shrugged, looking away. "Why not?"
Laura hesitated. "Well, I don't know. I just didn't expect you to."
"Max and I have known each other for a long time, and now that she's seeing Eddie, maybe it's time she and I get to know each other a little better."
Laura quirked an eyebrow at her. "All right," she agreed, eyeing her suspiciously.
That night, after dinner, Laura and Steve were cuddling on the couch, lost in a terrible sitcom. As a commercial came on, Laura tried to stand to grab a drink from the kitchen, but Steve pulled her down into his lap immediately. "Oh!" she cried, giggling as she wrapped her arms around his neck. "What was that for?" She asked.
"No reason. I've just missed you."
"I've been cuddled up next to you all night," she retorted.
"Not close enough," he purred, wiggling beneath her.
As Laura felt his erection below her, she smiled slyly. "You don't think I'm close enough unless you're inside me," she teased in his ear.
"Exactly," he replied, knocking her back on the couch as she laughed loudly. He leaned down and kissed her neck. He began to unbutton her blouse, savoring the fact that only he was allowed to turn her from innocent professional to sexkitten. As soon as her bra was exposed to him, he pulled away from her neck to stare down at it. Her breasts were about ready to pop out of it. He leaned down, preparing himself to bury his face in her cleavage, just as the phone rang, and she sat up. She began to button her blouse as he pawed at her. "Just ignore it, Laura," he begged.
"It'll just take a minute, Baby," she promised, reaching for the phone while Steve took the opportunity to begin enthusiastically undressing her again. "Hello?" She answered, pushing him away and standing from the couch, half of her blouse unbuttoned, her bra teasingly remaining exposed.
"Hey, Laura. It's Max."
"Oh, hey, Girl. What's up?" Laura smiled, walking further away from Steve who deflated and began to pout on the couch, realizing phone calls with Max were often the longest.
"Not much. Um. Your mom just called me."
Laura nodded knowingly. "Oh, really?"
"Yeah. She invited me to join you guys for a girls' night?"
"Yeah, I know. We talked about it at lunch today. She insisted on calling you herself. She wants to bond with you or something."
"Why?"
"Because you're dating Eddie."
"I know, but it's not like we're getting married or anything. Plus, your mom and I already get along well."
"Well, apparently my mom wants to be a little closer. Maybe Eddie said something that made her think it was really serious," Laura shrugged, grabbing a Coke from the fridge.
"You think? Like what?" Max asked nervously.
Laura opened the Coke and returned to Steve. "Oh, shoot. Did I freak you out?"
"What? No, of course not," Max lied immediately. "I'm not freaked. Why would I be freaked?"
"Max," Laura began.
"Anyway, I told her I'd go, so I guess I'll see you Friday. I gotta go, though, so see ya."
"See you Friday," Laura replied, though Max hung up, cutting her off in the middle. Laura sighed and set the phone back down.
"Everything all right?" Steve asked as he turned off the TV, surprised Laura had finished with Max so quickly.
Laura shrugged. "Yeah, my mom invited Max out with us on Friday, and it's got Max kinda freaked."
"You and your mom are going out on Friday?"
Laura nodded. "And Max and Aunt Rachel. I can't believe I forgot to tell you. You're playing poker with Dad and Eddie."
"I am?" Steve asked in surprise.
"Yeah. It's their weekly game."
"Laura, you know I'm not much of a gambler," Steve complained.
"I know, Baby, but boys' night will be fun, won't it?" Laura prompted.
Steve smiled softly. "I don't know, Pet. Hanging with the in-laws all night? Sounds kinda boring," he teased.
Laura giggled and nudged him with her elbow. "So you're in?"
"Of course, I am, Cuddle Lips."
Laura smiled at the nickname. "Good," Laura purred, "because it makes me very happy when my husband plays nice with my family."
"Oh, really?" he teased, leaning closer, eyeing her exposed bra again. "How happy exactly?"
Laura bit her lip and stood. "Happy enough to head to bed a little early tonight," she replied, walking back toward the bedroom.
"Yowza!" Steve cried, leaping from the couch and running to bed, passing a laughing Laura along the way.
The next day, Steve headed into work as jolly as ever. Sure, he was being forced to make an impossible decision, but he didn't have to worry about that today. Today, all he had to think about was science. How could his uncomfortable situation possibly interfere with that?
It didn't take him long to realize that his decision was going to be unavoidably relevant in his life until he finally made it. Wes was waiting for him in the lab when he got in.
"Steve!" he exclaimed excitedly.
"Good morning, Wes," Steve said nervously.
"Good morning," he replied quickly. "Listen, I've been talking to Andy about finding some money for a raise for you, but I haven't been able to yet."
"That's ok," Steve interrupted uncomfortably. "I don't need a raise."
"But you want a raise," Wes clarified.
"No," Steve pressed. He didn't want a raise. He just wanted… "I just want to make Laura happy."
Wes nodded. "I know that's what you want, and I've been thinking about that. You know what will make Laura happy?"
"I wish I knew," Steve mused as he sat on a lab stool at the first counter. He realized that Wes was settling down for a heavy chat and leaned into it.
"More time with you," Wes replied, answering his own question. "I can't offer you more money yet, Steve, but I can offer you another full work week's paid vacation time. That puts you from ten days a year to fifteen. Your school schedule still stands. You're expected to be where your professors expect you to be, but as far as your time with us goes, we're willing to give a little up to Laura if that will help your decision at all."
Steve smiled uncomfortably. That was a very good thing, but he didn't know that it was enough. He still had no clue what he was going to do. "Thank you, Wes. I'll keep that in mind."
Wes nodded. "Please do," he said, patting Steve on the back. He looked at him with a sad smile on his face for a long moment, and then he turned and walked away. "I'll be back when I have a better offer," he promised.
When he had left, Steve stood and got back to work. He walked away from the lab stool over to a hook on the wall. He nodded at several scientists along the way. He still didn't have any friends at work, besides the owners of the company, but he was finally on decent terms with the rest of the scientists in Lab 8. He would nod at them, and they'd nod back. He could ask them to grab a chemical for him as they passed, and they could ask him to check their math. It wasn't great, but it was a lot better than it had been. It took people a long time to warm up to Steve, and he knew that changing jobs would mean starting over with a whole new crowd of disapproving, jealous faces.
With a big sigh, he put his concerns out of his mind as he slipped his lab coat on his shoulders. At least he could get lost in the work.
He was able to focus his attention on the memory enhancing drug in front of him - he still hadn't gotten that right, even with various proportions of yogurt - for a good ten minutes before he was interrupted.
"Urkel," Harold barked.
"Yes, Sir?" Steve asked, turning to face Harold and spilling half his container of yogurt on the ground.
Harold rolled his eyes. "Mr. Forman told me you may be leaving ForWard."
Steve swallowed hard. "Well, I don't really know yet. I got a very tempting offer, but I would hate to leave this company."
"Don't take it, Urkel," Harold said seriously. "Every scientist I knew who jumped ship for Waterton Tech regretted it. I know I haven't been the best boss, but they would make you so much more miserable than I ever could. I, at least, respect your mind, even if I don't always like you. They don't respect the scientific process or their scientists. Don't take it."
Steve looked down at his feet. "It's just so much more money," Steve admitted in shame.
"It's not worth it. Trust me," Harold pressed. He stood awkwardly in silence for a long moment. "Anyway, clean that up, and then go see Mr. Ward. He wants to see you in his office."
Steve nodded and got to work cleaning up his mess.
When Steve made it up to Andy's office, he checked in with his assistant and had a seat. After several long minutes, Andy opened the door for him without saying a word. Then he walked back into his office. Steve followed him in and shut the door. They weren't alone.
"Mr. Urkel, this is the head of legal department, Reginald Morgan."
The man stood and shook Steve's hand. "Reggie," he said.
"Steve," Steve replied.
"Hey, Steve," he said taking a seat.
Andy cleared his throat to pull them back to the grave meeting at hand. "Mr. Urkel, have a seat."
Steve nodded and sat in a chair beside Reggie.
"Mr. Morgan has studied your contract for me, Mr. Urkel, and we don't think it would be in your best interest to leave."
"Andy," Steve began.
"No," Andy replied, "you don't get to call me that right now."
"Andy, c'mon. I haven't made a decision," Steve pressed.
"Well, this may help you make that decision," Andy said. "Mr. Morgan?"
Reggie turned to look at Steve more directly. "Steve, you've already been informed that the damages you have caused to company property indicate incompetence under the law, correct?"
Steve tugged at his tie. "I suppose, but if you look at the money I've brought into-""
"And you have already discussed with Mr. Forman that this would allow for us to terminate you without breaking our agreement."
"Yes, but-""
"Then we think it's important that you know that if you choose to pursue work elsewhere, we will terminate you before you quit and sue you for the property damages you've caused."
Steve's jaw dropped. He looked at Andy. "Andy, is that really necessary?"
"This conversation's over, Mr. Urkel," Andy said firmly.
He didn't speak again until Steve had left. He turned to Reggie. "Think that'll be enough to get him to stay?" he asked.
After such an unpleasant morning, Steve wanted to spend his lunch break thinking about anything else. While chowing down on a fried peanut butter and Brussels sprout sandwich, he picked up his cell and dialed Carl's number.
"Hello?" Carl answered.
"Hey, Big Guy! How's your day goin'?" Steve chirped, glad to hear his favorite father figure's voice again.
"Hey, Steve," Carl said with little enthusiasm. "My day's been crazy, so make it fast. What's up?"
"Oh, yeah. Of course. I'll be faster than a jackrabbit during mating season," Steve joked. He laughed and snorted. Carl remained silent. Steve's face fell. "Anyhoo... I just wanted to know if there was anything I could bring to the poker game tomorrow night?"
Carl's brow furrowed. How had he landed himself in this minefield? "What do you mean?"
"Do you guys need anything? Chips? Pork rinds? Chicken feet?" he offered casually.
Carl cringed. Gross. "No, Steve. I think we're good being that all the guys who are playing are required to bring something."
Steve cocked his head. "So I should bring something?"
"No, just the guys who are playing."
"I'm invited, but I'm not playing?"
There it is. Who had invited him? "No, you're not invited."
"I'm not?" Steve asked softly, trying hard to hide his hurt feelings.
"Well, Steve, you would be," Carl promised, realizing that he was in danger of hurting his relationship with his son-in-law again, "but it's a cops-only game. You'd feel kinda left out."
"Oh," Steve squeaked. "Yeah. Of course. I completely understand."
"We'll definitely invite you to the next non-cop poker game I host, though," Carl encouraged.
"I can't wait," Steve croaked, pursing his lips tightly. What a day it had been!
"So... I'll see you Sunday for our family dinner?" Carl asked cautiously.
"Yeah. See ya Sunday," Steve replied casually, hanging up as quickly as possible. He rested his head in his hands for a moment, and then he put on his patented Urkel grin, tossed his sandwich in the trash, and got back to work.
When Laura got home that evening, Steve was desperate to see her. She greeted him as she entered. "Hey, St-"
He grabbed her the moment he saw her and pulled her against him. He kissed her firmly and passionately. He breathed a sigh of relief when he finally released her. Yeah. He needed that.
"Whoa," she giggled as he let go of her hips. "Hey, there, Tiger. What's gotten into you today?"
"Bad day," Steve answered, beginning to unbutton his shirt.
"You wanna talk about it?" Laura asked as she watched his fingers dance down the buttons on his chest.
He stepped toward her and slid his shirt off his shoulders, dropping it to the ground. "No. I want you," he answered confidently.
Laura felt goosebumps when she heard his demanding tone. Something about Steve being confident in his pursuit of her, coupled with the sight of his chiseled chest, massively turned her on. Steve grabbed her hips again and pulled her into his groin. "Oh!" she gasped when she felt his erection against her. "Oh, I guess you do," she purred.
He smiled at her flirtatiously and wiggled his eyebrows. "Do you want me too?" He asked.
Laura smiled. "I wasn't thinking about it when I walked in the door or anything," she replied, reaching a finger up to her hair and twisting a lock around it flirtatiously, "but there is something incredibly sexy about the tone you're setting."
Steve began to unbuckle his belt, taking that response as encouragement. "What a coincidence, because I think there's something incredibly sexy about the way you look and walk and talk and breathe," he teased as he dropped his pants to the ground and stepped out of them. In only his boxers, he placed his fists on his hips in a Superman pose, proudly sporting his erection.
Laura glanced at it bashfully. With his sudden surge of confidence, she was starting to feel like the shy one. "Should we at least close the curtains?" she asked gently.
Steve shrugged. "No reason to," he answered, grabbing her hand and pulling her with him down onto the hardwood, kitchen floor, concealing them from view behind the counters.
"Wah!" She yelped as she fell, landing safely in his lap.
He lay her down gently, but forcefully, and climbed on top of her. Without another word, he kissed her and began to undress her. She was shocked by how quickly she was lying on their kitchen floor completely naked. He sat up slightly to look down at her. "I love you," he whispered as he slowly slid down her body.
"I love you, TOO!" she jumped as she felt his tongue on her clit. "Oh, God," she moaned. "Mmmmm..."
As he ate her, she focused on the pleasure and the sound of his gentle moans, completely losing herself in the moment as she edged closer and closer to ecstasy. Then he stopped abruptly. It took her a moment to realize that he wasn't just taking a breath and that he had truly pulled away. She sat up and looked at him, her eyes silently begging him.
He grinned when he saw the desperation in her eyes. She needed him just like he needed her, though nowhere near as much. "Relax," he ordered. "Get on my lap."
Laura's eyes widened. "What is with you today?" she chuckled nervously.
Steve grabbed her hips and moved her to straddle him. "I need you, Laura," he whispered.
She shook her head and chuckled nervously again. "We are going to talk about your day later," she insisted as she grabbed his member and guided it into her womanhood. "Oh, God," she groaned as she slid down it. Slowly, she moved up and down his member, savoring the sensation. "Oh, you feel amazing, but damn, I wanted to come."
He grinned. Of course, that had been the plan. She always worked a little harder for him if she was working toward her own finish. "You'll get to, Baby," he promised. "Just ride me all the way to downtown Pleasureville, USA!"
Laura guffawed. "Oh! Uhh... Oh, my God," She panted. "That was so cheesy, but this feels so good," she giggled.
"Mmmmm... It does," he agreed.
"You feel so good," she said again as she bounced up and down.
"Yeah, I do," he purred confidently.
"Oh... You're so big."
"And hard," he added. "I'm hard for you."
"Your big, hard... manhood feels so good inside of me."
"You're darn right it does!" he exclaimed.
Laura giggled. "Oh, God. Oh, God. Steeeve."
Steve smacked her butt. "Faster," he ordered.
She began to move faster, though she hoped that didn't mean she'd avoid another spanking. "Yes, Steve. Yes! That's it! Oh!"
He spanked her again. "Faster!" he ordered.
"Yes, Baby," she agreed excitedly as she sped up again.
He spanked her three more times. SMACK.
"Oh!"
SMACK.
"Oh, yes!
SMACK.
"Ohhh, Steve!" she cried as came. She pressed herself down on him more firmly and leaned into his chest as she began to shake and tremble, still grinding her clit firmly into his pelvis. "Steve," she cooed softly once she had completely finished. She was panting heavily.
Giving her little time to recover, he pulled her forward so her butt was up, and her chest was pressed against him. He grabbed both full cheeks and squeezed before he began to thrust himself up into her. He started slowly, he increased his speed at an alarming rate. Before long, Laura began to worry he was going to split her in half.
"Oh, Steve, Baby, slow down."
"I'm almost there," he growled. "I'm almost there."
She buried her face in his neck as she leaned in a little more. She was willing to take a little discomfort for him after all the pleasure he'd just given her. She began to nibble on his neck. "Come for me, Sexy," she begged softly in his ear. "Come inside me."
"I'm gonna come!" he warned her loudly. "Yeah, Baby. I'm gonna come!"
"Yes, Steve. Come inside me. Fill me with your cum," she whined.
Suddenly, with the sound of her whimpering in his ear, every muscle in his body tightened and finally released as he began to fill her with his hot, gooey cum. "Laura Lee!" he called as he pulled back on her weave so he could look her in the eye.
Laura smiled as she felt him finish. She loved orgasming for him, of course, but she always got this special feeling in her stomach whenever she got him off. It was like each time, she was making up for a little bit of the wrong she'd done him in the past. Nothing really felt better than that. "Wow," Laura breathed as she threw herself down on the ground beside him. "Wow, that was... incredible," she giggled.
Steve leaned over her and began to kiss her neck. "You sound surprised," he whispered in her ear.
"I am a little," she laughed. "I really wasn't expecting to be ravaged like that the moment I walked in the door."
Steve grabbed her breasts and massaged them. "Baby, when you look this good, you should know you're always fair game."
Laura giggled. "Ok... That's enough," she began seriously. "What-""
Before she could finish her question, Steve flipped her over onto her stomach as she gasped loudly. Then he yanked her up on her knees. "I'm not done," he growled, spanking her lightly.
"Oh! Hey, Steve," she began again, trying to interrupt.
He reached down to his member and began to stroke it trying to get it hard enough to take her again. He used his free hand to rub and squeeze her butt.
When his passion began to slow as he tried to prepare himself for round two, Laura pulled away. He released his member to try to grab her again, but she grabbed his hands. "Stop, Steve," she said firmly. "I'm not a sex toy. You need to slow down and talk to me for a minute."
Steve pulled away from her gently, not wanting to make her feel pressured, but that didn't mean he wanted to talk about his terrible day. "I'm sorry, Laura," he said softly, his voice ringing clearly with shame. "I didn't mean to be disrespectful."
Laura cocked her head at him. "No, Baby. It's ok. You just got a little carried away. I get it. I just need you to talk to me for a minute," she said gently, placing a hand on his thigh.
"I don't wanna," Steve said, squirming uncomfortably.
"Steve," Laura scolded, beginning to gather her clothes. "C'mon. Somethings obviously wrong."
"I don't wanna talk about it," he pressed again. He pushed her back down to the floor. "I just want you. Is that so wrong?"
"No, Steve. It's not wrong, but-"
"You are the only person in my life that I need. Your love makes my life worth living. You are the only person who really sees me for who I am and wants me."
"Steve, that's not true. My whole family loves you. I know you're having a hard time at work, but at least you get to blow off a little steam at Boys' Night tomorrow, right?"
Steve's face pinched together in pain. He forced it to relax. He sat up. Calmly, he finally admitted, "Actually, I'm not invited. It's a cops only game."
Laura gasped before she could stop herself as she sat up again too. Suddenly it all made so much sense. "Oh, Baby... Do you want me to call my dad? I'm sure I can get you an invite."
"No," Steve said, scowling in disgust. "I don't want a pity invite. I don't wanna be invited because my mom called his mom and said he had to. I wanna spend time with people who wanna spend time with me, and everyday, it becomes more and more clear that you're the only person who truly wants me." Laura moved to respond, but he continued before she could. "And you know what? I'm ok with that! You've always been the most important person in my life, so as long as you still want me, I'm happier than I thought I'd ever get to be."
"I do want you, Steve, but so do many other people. I'm not the only person in your life, though I'm glad I'm the most important."
"Laura, let's just stay home Friday night," he suggested, reaching out to stroke her cheek. "Just the two of us. We can fool around a little while we watch a movie. Then we can make our way to the bedroom..."
"Steve, I'm going out on Friday," she said firmly.
"Don't. C'mon, Sweetums. We only need each other," he begged.
"No, Steve. We need our family and friends too. You need more than just me in your life."
He shook his head. "Sometimes, I wish you and I could just live alone on a deserted, tropical island."
Laura chuckled. "Who would our children marry?"
"Hey," he corrected, "who did Adam and Eve's kids get with?"
"I don't know. Each other?" Laura cringed.
"If it was good enough for them," he joked.
Laura laughed and pushed his shoulder. "Stop," she giggled.
Steve moved closer to her and lay her down again. "I would lose myself in you if I could, Laura Lee," he whispered.
"I don't want you to lose yourself," she replied. "You need to have a life outside of me, which means figuring out all your issues at work and getting a social life!"
He shook his head. "I don't want any of that. I want this," he said, inserting his fingers inside her. "All the time. Forever."
"Ohhhh..." Laura moaned. "Oh, God. Fine, but I'm still going out on Friday."
"Fine," he chuckled as he entered her again.
Laura spent the evening doing whatever she could to keep Steve happy. The next morning, however, she left for work a little earlier than usual, or that's where she told Steve she was going anyway.
She walked into the precinct and straight into Carl's office. She was surprised to find Eddie already in there. "Good," she said without greeting either of them. "I wanted to talk to you, too."
Eddie looked up at her. "I'm just getting off a twelve-hour shift and a few hours of overtime. Can't it wait, Sis?"
"No," she said as she sat in the chair beside him. She looked at her father. "What is wrong with you? Are you trying to ruin things with Steve again?"
Carl sighed. He should've known this was coming. "No, Laura, not at all, but this game has been going on a while, and it's always cops only. I didn't even let Eddie play until he had finished at the academy."
"That's true, Laura, and I asked. Did Steve say he wanted to play? He hates gambling."
"Your mother invited him without asking me," Carl explained.
"And that's not Steve's fault," Laura explained. "He thought you two had actually invited him, and when he found out that wasn't the case, it broke his heart. He came home saying that I was the only person in the world who loved him, the only person who loved him for who he really was, the only person he needed."
"Laura, it's just a poker game," Carl complained.
"Not to Steve! To Steve it represents your entire friendship!"
"How?" Eddie demanded.
"Because he wants to be your friend, Guys! He's always wanted that. He comes to the family stuff now. You guys are nice to him, but neither of you go out of your way to hang out with him. You guys never invite him to anything that's just for the guys."
"Well, we've never invited Steve to things like that. He's always just invited himself," Eddie explained.
"He's not doing that anymore. He's done begging, and I don't blame him. He used to have to beg for all the attention he got in his life, but now that he has me, he sees what it's like to have someone in his life who just cares about him and wants to spend time with him without him having to force it. He's never had that before, except with Myra. His parents were never like that. His friends, meaning Eddie and I, were never like that. It's no wonder he thinks I'm the only person in the world who loves him!"
"Laura, it's just a game!" Carl complained again.
"So make an exception to your rule, if it's just a game," she ordered.
Eddie and Carl exchanged a glance. "Laura," Eddie whined, "Steve wouldn't fit in with all our cop friends."
Laura raised her eyebrows, and Carl rolled his eyes. He could tell that was going to be the straw that broke the camel's back.
"Oh, is that what this is about?" Laura demanded. "You two are worried about Steve not being cool enough to hang out with you. Eddie, how many times do you have to learn this lesson? Steve has always been a good friend to you, and it's wrong of you to exclude him! And you!" she exclaimed, turning to her father. "You are a grown man, and you should know better!"
"Laura," Carl began, "it's not about Steve not being cool enough. It's about him not being a cop. We're gonna talk about cop stuff, and he's not gonna get it."
Laura shook her head. "That's crap, and you know it! You're embarrassed by Steve!"
"You used to be, too!" Eddie argued.
"Edward," Carl warned. He kept digging a deeper and deeper hole for them.
"I did… and then I grew up." She paused for a long moment. "No, I've had enough of this. You don't get to treat your son-in-law and your brother-in-law this way. Steve is your family, like it or not. I know I was the one who made that decision, but I made it. When you exclude Steve or you hurt Steve or you insult Steve, you're doing exactly the same thing to me. I won't put up with it for as long as Steve has," she warned. "Invite him to your stupid poker game," Laura demanded as she walked out the door, "or we're going to stop coming over every Sunday. Have fun explaining that to Mom."
With that, she slammed the door in their faces.
Unsurprisingly, but certainly surprising to him, Steve received a call from Carl Friday afternoon. He stepped out of the lab to answer. "Hello?"
"Steve!" he exclaimed. "Steve, I need a big favor, Buddy!"
"What's that?" Steve asked suspiciously. He was always willing to do just about anything for his favorite cop, but he was still a little peeved, and he wasn't exactly feeling generous at the moment.
"One of our guys is sick. We need a sixth tonight!"
Steve's brow furrowed. "Did Laura talk to you?"
"No," Carl lied immediately. "Why? What about?"
"You're not inviting me 'cause she made you? You really just have a spot to fill?"
"Yes," Carl answered. "I really need you to play with us."
Steve pursed his lips. "You need me to play. Need, not want."
Carl hesitated. He just couldn't get this right. "Well, no, Steve. I could ask another guy on the force, but we have an opening, and I know you were interested, so I thought it might be good timing. You don't have to play, but I… want you to."
Steve paused for a long moment. "I don't know, Carl…"
"C'mon, Steve. Don't make me beg," Carl joked cautiously.
"Um. Ok. Yeah. I guess," he shrugged. "You want me to bring anything?"
"Yeah. Everybody brings something, so just grab some beer or a bag of chips on your way over."
"Ok. Sounds good," Steve said, smiling lightly as he tried to tamp down his rising hope.
"Great. See you tonight."
"See you," Steve said before he hung up.