Night 34 –

"On the count of three?" Laura suggested.

Steve nodded.

"1… 2… 3!" Laura counted before she and Steve both dropped their robes to the ground.

"Whoa mama," they both whispered in unison, staring each other's naked bodies up and down.

Laura smiled brightly as she glanced at Steve's face as he was still trying to take it all in. His head moved with the motion of looking up and down her body again and again. She smiled flirtatiously and slowly turned around. She knew her man well, both her loving, devoted husband and her amnesiac at this point. Any version of Steve was what would be referred to colloquially as an ass-man. Sure, he loved her breasts, but she had a lot more booty than she did breasts. As she revealed her totally bare backside to him for the first time since he had lost his memory, she heard him whimper behind her. She feigned an interest in the water temperature and slowly bent over. She heard him growl behind her then. She looked back at him. "The tub's ready," she said.

Steve tore his eyes away from her booty and nodded. "After you, Sweetums," he suggested with a wave of his hand.

Laura shook her head. "It actually works better if you get in first. It's not a huge tub, but if you get in and spread your legs a bit, I can get in and sit in between them."

"In between my legs?" he asked nervously. "But that's where my…" He didn't want to say it, so he just looked down at his obvious erection.

Laura giggled. "I meant between your legs on the other side, like between your feet? But we've done it that way too if you'd feel comfortable with me sitting on your lap." She stepped close to him and ran her hand down his muscular chest. "And on… it," she purred, looking down at his erection. She hadn't seen it bare in so long. As she stepped near him like this, she felt the sudden urge to get on her knees in front of him and take him into her mouth. She closed her eyes for a moment and imagined surprising him like that.

He reached forward and lifted her chin, pulling her eyes away from his most private area and back to his. "Between my feet sounds good," he squeaked.

Laura inhaled deeply, and she watched his eyes trail down to her breasts as they rose with her breath. She felt her nipples get hard. Finally, she nodded and turned to watch him get in the tub and get comfortable. She looked at him as he wiggled in his seat. Certainly that erection was bothering him by now.

"Hop on in, sweetness. The water's fine!" he purred.

Laura nodded and lifted her leg over the lip of the tub. She froze as she heard Steve squeal nervously. She smiled as she set her foot on the lip of the tub. From this angle, he could see more than her mound. He could see her lips spread as her thighs separated. She looked down at his face and saw he was now staring at the ceiling. "Did you see anything you liked?" she asked softly.

Steve took a deep breath. "Get in the tub, Laura Lee, and I'll give you a foot rub."

Laura smiled softly and quickly took her place at the other end of the tub. The water, at least, was hot on her most sensitive skin. It was nice to have any sensation there at this point. She sat between his feet and placed her legs on top of his, her feet hugging his hips. As he continued to avoid looking at her, she raised a foot to his chest. "Hey," she said softly, rubbing his chest with her pedicured toes.

He finally looked back at her eyes.

"Where's my foot rub?" she smiled softly, hoping to get him back into his comfort zone.

Steve smiled weakly and grabbed her foot. He immediately pressed into it firmly with his thumbs.

"Mmmm…" she purred, sinking deeper into the water. "That feels so gooooood, Steve," she purred.

Steve didn't reply, but he kept rubbing her foot like he was, with the same firm pressure and in the same sensitive spots.

"Did I ever tell you about the first time we saw each other naked?" she asked.

Steve cocked his head. "Of course," he answered. "You've told me all about our wedding night."

She bit her lip and smiled mischievously. "That wasn't the first time, Steve."

Steve gasped loudly and dropped her foot back into the water. She just barely caught it before it landed right in his lap. She placed it carefully on his hip bone again.

"Laura, you just told Miranda that we saved everything for our wedding night. What do you mean that wasn't the first time?"

"The first time we saw each other naked was a total accident," she laughed. "We weren't even dating yet. It didn't really count."

"What happened?" he asked, picking up her foot again and rubbing it. He was making eye contact again and fully engaged in this story.

"We were seniors in high school. You had just turned 18, I was a couple of months away from 18."

Again, Steve gasped.

"It was an accident!" she reminded him. "You were living with my family. It was only a few months after your parents moved to Russia and you moved in with us."

"How did it happen?"

"I went to take a shower, and I was surprised because someone had left the water on, but it turned out that that someone was you, and you had left it on because you were about to get in the shower. So I was in the shower, and I was all soapy…"

Steve raised an eyebrow at her.

"Just want you to be able to really picture it," she purred. "So, anyway, I was all soapy, and I heard this noise. Metal scraping metal. It was you pulling the curtain back, so I turned, and as I did, you started screaming. It was a blood-curdling scream. You were screaming so hard you were shaking, and so I started screaming because Steve Urkel was staring at my naked body, and again, I had been facing the other way, so you saw everything! I mean everything! Except maybe the angle you got today."

Steve blushed and looked away for a moment.

"But then I realized that you were naked too, and I was mostly staring at your face, but also, I looked. I mean, I really looked. Then, after wayyyy too long, I finally ran to hide behind the curtain, and you ran out of the bathroom. Still totally naked. I don't know. Maybe everyone saw you naked that day," she laughed.

Steve carefully switched to her other foot.

"We were so embarrassed. We couldn't look at each other all day, and we barely talked, but we got past it, and now, I just lovvve that story. I get all tingly every time I think about it."

"Why's that?"

Laura pouted. "Because so much of the man I fell in love with was already there that day, and I don't just mean physically. You were so respectful. You could've stared a lot longer! You could've told everyone that you were the first man to see Laura Winslow naked! You could've told people what I looked like, but you didn't do any of those things. You were so apologetic!" She paused, and she giggled to herself. "You were also so insecure, which makes sense given the circumstances but also makes no sense! I mean, Steve, before I told you you were… big, did you even realize it?"

He shook his head quickly.

Laura smiled. "I think the shower incident is when you figured it out the first time, and I like that I was able to do that for you. Plus, I think it helped me fall for you a little."

"What?" Steve squawked. "What kind of pervert are you?"

Laura laughed and splashed him. "I'm not a pervert," she complained. "I just think that… when I started developing feelings for you, it was nice to know that there weren't any unpleasant surprises awaiting me."

Steve shook his head at her and smirked playfully. "I never knew you were so shallow," he scolded.

Laura rolled her eyes. "I am not! I just spent a lot of time while I was falling in love with you trying to convince myself that it would never work, and I think that if I hadn't already seen you naked, I would have tried to convince myself that you were probably… really small and very hairy and discolored and shaped weird," she laughed.

Steve laughed and snorted, his face still hot from the sensitive nature of this conversation.

"But whenever I tried to tell myself that I wasn't physically attracted to you, despite the butterflies I was feeling almost constantly trying to live with you and pretend everything was normal, I would think of that day. A very embarrassing memory that used to make me blush in a bad way was suddenly a memory that made me blush in a very, very good way."

"I kinda know what you mean. Since I woke up, everything between us has been so intense. There have been times that I've tried to convince myself that what I was feeling for you wasn't… sexual."

"And?" she grinned.

"And it often was. I love you with all my heart, and I do get tingly feelings because you finally love me back, but I also get different feelings, and that's ok."

Laura rubbed the side of his torso with her free foot. "That is more than ok. That is wonderful. I'm so glad you feel comfortable admitting that."

Steve smiled shyly. "Comfortable is a strong word."

Laura giggled. "Fine. I'm just glad to hear you say it at all then."

Steve nodded. "Me too."

Laura smiled wickedly for a moment. "Hm."

"What?"

"Nothing," she teased.

"No way, Sweetums. You're thinking something, and we're sharing lots in here. I wanna know."

Laura's smile brightened. "I was just thinking of a fantasy you once told me about."

Steve's face fell. "What kind of fantasy?" he asked nervously.

"Well, you never pictured me naked before you saw me naked, but you did once tell me you pictured me in… slacks and a blue blazer."

Steve gasped loudly. He quickly released her foot again and made an attempt to cover himself with his hands, but too much of him was exposed. "How did you know about that?!"

"You told me!"

"Why would I admit that?" he exclaimed.

"Come on," she pouted. "It was sweet. You couldn't even picture me naked? Just in professional business attire?" She giggled. "That's adorable."

Steve frowned deeply. "It wasn't adorable! It was sexy! It was steamy!"

"Yeah?" she purred. "Why don't you tell me about it then?"

"I can't do that," he whined, sinking lower into the tub.

"Yes, you can," she encouraged. "If you tell me one of your fantasies, I'll tell you one of mine."

Steve thought for a moment. "Ok," he agreed tentatively. "I was having trouble getting to sleep, so I started fantasizing about you. I pictured us in an office. I was wearing my best suit. You were wearing slacks and a blue blazer. We were in a meeting, and you kept staring at me, and bending forward so I could see your… cleavage."

Laura smiled. "And that's all you pictured?"

"No, I imagined pulling you into a supply closet and kissing you. I was going to pull you against me, and rub myself against you, and touch your breasts and your booty."

"And how did I react to that?" she purred.

"You were nervous we were going to get caught, but you liked it. You'd been wanting me for a while."

"Is that really where it ends? You never pictured us actually having sex?"

"Not until very, very recently," he admitted with a shake of his head.

Laura chuckled.

"Well, what about your fantasy?"

"It was a little dirtier than that," she teased.

Steve laughed and snorted. "I bet!"

"Ok," Laura began. "When we were dating, I had this fantasy of you totally accidentally walking in on me in the shower again, and you would react almost exactly the same way you did the first time, but as you tried to run, I would grab your arm and pull you in with me. Then I'd kiss you and tell you I liked you and wanted you. Then we'd make love."

"That sounds nice."

"It is," she promised, "and it will be for us again soon."

"Yeah," he nodded in agreement.