The Alternative Universe Series
Toss the Twilight Zone experience of Season 5 into the proverbial trash can. These stories pick up after Steele of Approval. While Approval still exists, more importantly these stories look at season 4 as most of the viewers saw it - Laura and Remington had crossed that line, imbuing that Season with the "Mr & Mrs Steele" feeling that most experienced.
To get the most out of my stories, I recommend reading them in the following order:
Steele Forsaken (Part 1 of 3 in the A Holt New Beginning Series)
Steele Mending (Part 2 of 3 in the A Holt New Beginning Series)
A Holt New Beginning (Part 3 of 3 in the A Holt New Beginning Series; Takes place during and after Steele Searching)
Holt the Presses (Takes place during and after Steele Blushing)
The Holt Truth (Takes place during and after Forged Steele)
You've Gotta Know When to Holt 'Em (Takes place during Premium Steele)
Holt the Sugar (Takes place during and after Coffee, Tea or Steele)
Not So Merry Steele (After Dancer, Prancer, Donner and Steele)
Snippets of Steele (Missing scenes from Steele on the Air, Steele Inc, and Steele Spawning)
Holting Down the Fort (During Suburban Steele)
Steele Admired (During and After Santa Claus is Coming to Steele)
Steele Moving Forward (Sensitive Steele)
Steele Yours (Steele at Your Service)
Her Holt Heart (Pre Beg, Borrow through the end of Season 4 [No Bonds]) - Coming Soon
As usual, I do not own the characters. I simply borrow them.
Chapter 1
"Stop squirming," Laura scolded, as she slid the vest over Remington's arms and up to lay on his shoulders.
"Remington Steele doesn't squirm," he huffed, as he did precisely that. "It wouldn't at all be in keeping with the image we've worked so hard to cultivate." She rolled her eyes as she stepped in front of him.
"Alright. Twitch, bustle, chafe, joggle, wriggle, jiggle, wiggle. Pick whatever term you'd prefer, just stop doing it," she retorted, while her fingers glided down the row of buttons at the front of the vest, fastening each.
"And speaking of image—"
"I wasn't aware we were," she answered, drily, as she picked up his jacket and held it out.
"It would seem playing a but-ler," he continued speaking as though she never had, emphasizing the last word with considerable disdain, "Would run contrary to that very image."
"Oh, ho! Lord Marchmont, the pornography writer," she began ticking off, as she smoothed a hand over the lapels of his jacket, then sleeves, "Sam St. Cloud, the perverted buyer; Harley Ferguson, president of the Velvet Hammer Fan Club; Johnny Todd, the thug from Liverpool—"
"That's hardly the point, Laura," he whined.
"You're just upset because you envisioned sipping port on the veranda with the elitist rich while being waited on hand and foot," she accused, breezily. He gave her a woe-begone look.
"Yes, well, that may be, but—"
Turning around to pick up his gloves off the bed, she lifted her eyes heavenward, then a sly smile lifted her lips. Point in fact was they were just coming out on the other side of a difficult spell for them. Their relationship had barely survived their stint at the Friedlich Sensitivity Spa – each of them fighting, in their own way, to overcome the harm done to one another there – when her head had been turned by the glare of the spotlight. She'd behaved deplorably, although she hadn't recognized it at the time, putting her own self-interests ahead of the case, and, as a result, Billie Young had nearly paid for Laura's mistakes with her life. He'd been furious with her at the time, offering absolution, understanding, when all was said and done. A proponent of equality, she couldn't help but think it was now her turn to offer some form of comfort. And if happened to inspire him to 'get into' his role, all the better.
"Have I ever told you," she asked, adding a sultry layer to her voice, as she handed him his gloves, "About my fantasy involving the butler…" She drew her fingers around his ears "…servicing…" She pressed her lips to his neck as she streaked her fingers through his hair "…his mistress?" She pulled down his head and bestowed him with a lusty kiss that left his imagination igniting. Clutching her slim waist with his hands, he swallowed hard when their lips parted. Sliding a hand up her back, he cupped the back of her neck before she could escape. His eyes burned bright blue with desire as the captured the gaze of her brown eyes.
"And should I have a fantasy of my own where uniforms of domestics are concerned?" he wondered, touching his lips to hers as she wrapped her arms around his neck. She gave him a wide-eyed look.
"I believe we agreed long ago to tit…" She brushed her lips against his chin "… for…" the corner of his mouth "…tat" then smiled as his lips covered hers. They caressed hers for several heartbeats, before he pulled away and out of her embrace. Bending over, he picked up his suitcase.
"Then the sooner we get this show on the road…"
Her laughter followed him from the room.
There were days he was simply too predictable.