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The Hardest Test	By : NMI Category: 1 through F > Family Matters Views: 4547 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Family Matters, nor the characters or stories from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. All sexualized characters are eighteen ears of age or older as this story takes place.

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CONTENT WARNING: Mild sexuality.
After that day, things seemed to go back to normal for Steve.  His guilt was getting a little easier to swallow and Laura seemed to be going back to her old self.  They stopped talking about that night and Laura didn’t mention any more dreams.  He was surprised how quickly the whole thing disappeared, but not that surprised.  He was hurt to find that his grandest gestures, good and bad, faded so quickly from the forefront of her mind.  As months passed, he got comfortable again with normal.  He was used to playing the waiting game.  At least, he had Myra to distract him… Or he did, until she got pneumonia just before prom.
     It turned out that this seemingly disastrous event was actually a blessing in disguise, as he soon discovered that the love of his life was also left high and dry, unexpectedly.  She was resistant at first, but seeing no other option, she eventually gave in.  She agreed to go to the prom as Steve’s date, and the real Steve, at that!  Not his alter-ego.  She had a few reasonable conditions, and he joyously skipped off with her to pick up his tuxedo.  This was going to be a long night for one of them.
     As Laura did her make-up that evening, she found her mind wandering to the memory of Steve trying on his tux that afternoon.  She had to admit, he looked pretty good all dolled-up, especially when he wasn’t allowed to style himself.  Her prom was likely to be a little different with Steve than she imagined it with Curtis, but the universe sure went through a lot of trouble to make it happen.  She wasn’t a big believer in meant-to-be’s or destiny, but she never expected to be going to her senior prom with Steve Urkel, so what did she know?
     A couple of hours later, as she was putting the final touches on her outfit, she noticed headlights pulling into the drive.
     “Laura,” Steve called from downstairs, “your carriage awaits!”
     “Coming!” she called in return, as the butterflies in her stomach did flips.  Her senior prom!  This was going to be a big night and she was going to make sure it was a good one.  With one last glance at her reflection, she headed downstairs.
     Steve’s pulse was pounding in his ears as he called to his date.  His date.  She was really his date tonight.  He didn’t even trick her into it.  He had nothing to do with Cutris’s grandma or Myra’s lungs.  There was no bet, no deal, no blackmail, and thankfully, no Woowoo Juice, or anything like it.  She may have been desperate, but desperate or not, she was his date tonight, fair and square.  For the rest of her life, when Laura Winslow thought of her prom night, she would be thinking of Steve Urkel, so he was committed to making sure that she would remember it fondly.
He felt his stomach fall to the floor as he heard her heels click against the top step.  Slowly, he turned to watch her descend toward him.  He couldn’t believe his eyes.  He knew she would be beautiful, but golly.  He could never seem to imagine just how beautiful until he saw her with his own eyes.
Laura looked into those big, dumb eyes, as he stared at her with his mouth agape.  At least, he hadn’t fainted yet.  When she reached him at the bottom step, she gently placed her hand under his chin and pushed it upward to close his mouth before he let flies in.
Oh, God, he thought as he felt her soft hand press against his chin.  As she pulled it back, he remained speechless.  He tried his best to keep his eyes locked on hers, like a gentleman, but it was simply impossible.  He glanced at her bright red lips and began to nibble on his own.  He noticed her slender neck and the smooth skin on her bare shoulders. Her shimmering dress beautifully accented her cleavage, her hips, and though he could only imagine from this angle, her booty.
     While she appreciated that her hard work was so effective, they were already running late.  She reached toward the boxed corsage in his hand.  As their fingertips met on the box, Steve felt a bolt of electricity surge through his body, which brought him back to the task at hand.
     “Oh!” he said.  “This is for you, obviously.”
     She smiled, “Thank you, Steve,” but as she tried to take the box from him, he held on tight.
“No, my dear,” he said flirtatiously, “I believe, traditionally, we put each other’s corsages on.”
“Don’t get too excited, Steve.  It only goes on my wrist,” she teased.
Steve was a little taken aback by her very forward joke, and he couldn’t help but raise his brows and glance down at the other place one could put a corsage.  “Hey, contact is contact, baby!” he said as he removed the flower from its box.  Taking her hand, he trembled as he slid the band passed her slender fingers and onto her dainty wrist.  Taking advantage of the opportunity to touch her, he stroked the veins on the underside of her wrist as he pretended to adjust.
She pulled away from him all too soon and he pouted as she stepped away.  Luckily, she returned a moment later after retrieving his corsage from the coffee table.  She stepped into him to get better access to his lapel.  As she did, he could feel the warmth of her body, not quite pressed against his, and smell her perfume.  There was something very primal about inhaling her scent, and he became a little embarrassed as his body reacted to her close proximity.  Hopefully, these pants were loose enough that she wouldn’t be able to see.
Though she did see, she was sure to look away politely.  There was no reason to mortify them both going into such an important night.  As she finished adjusting his rose, her parents and grandmother barged in.  She had hoped they could sneak out the door before they insisted on the picture barrage.  She also hadn’t told them that she and Steve were going as a pair.
“Ooooo!  You two look great!” her mother shouted.  “Where are the dates?  We need pictures of everybody.”
Steve noticed that Laura looked away, embarrassed.  That stung a bit, because she certainly wasn’t looking embarrassed when it was just the two of them.  Maybe if she didn’t worry so much about what other people thought, they could both be a lot happier.
After a long pause, as Steve waited for Laura to respond and she refused to do so, Estelle finally came to an interesting conclusion, “Oh, Lord!  You two are going together!”
Carl laughed, loudly, “What?!  Mamma, that’s crazy.  They’ve both had dates for weeks.”
Still surprised and a little hurt that Laura wouldn’t say anything, Steve stepped up to the plate.  “Actually, she’s right.  You see, your daughter and I have fallen madly in love.  We’re eloping next Tuesday.”
“STEVE!” Laura shouted as she smacked him on the arm.
“Ow!  Oh, so you haven’t lost the power of speech,” he said pointedly.
Laura clenched her jaw and glared at him.  What did he expect from her?  That she’d be jumping for joy at this point?
“Myra has pneumonia and Curtis is at a funeral.  We were both desperate, so we decided to go as friends,” Steve clarified.
Carl breathed an audible sigh of relief.  He didn’t believe Steve’s joke, but it was still a scary thought.
“Well,” Estelle said, “I think that’s wonderful.”
She moved closer to whisper to Steve, “And maybe while you’re dancing the night away, she will finally see how lucky she is to have you.”  She pinched his cheek and he smiled.
“Thank you, Estelle,” he said back quietly.  She seemed to be the only person on the planet rooting for him in his most important endeavor.
What the heck are those two whispering about? Laura thought, knowing that it was her.  She loved her grandma, but she did not love that weird friendship she had with Steve.
“Ok.  We’re going to be late,” she stated firmly. “so if you are going to take a few pictures to commemorate my humiliation, you better do it fast.”
She didn’t really mean that, and she regretted it once she said it.  She just was so embarrassed about this whole thing.  She was grateful that she had someone who was willing and even excited to escort her at the last minute, but as she was beginning to get annoyed, it seemed easiest to lash out at Steve, as it always had been.
Steve’s face fell at that remark.  She was a little peeved this morning, but as they spent the day together getting ready, she started to seem excited.  He couldn’t believe how easily she fell back into old patterns when backed into a corner.  He quickly decided to persevere.  This was going to be a wonderful night for the both of them, even if she was fighting his efforts the whole time.
He offered his arm and she took it with a look of apology.  He caught it, but he didn’t quite believe it.  He smiled his huge Urkel grin anyway and looking up at him, she smiled a real smile, as his ridiculous beam made her laugh a little.
“Those are going to be beautiful,” Harriett said as she put her camera down.  “Have fun, you two.  Don’t stay out too late.”
Laura still held onto Steve’s arm as he led her out the door.  As it was closing behind them, they both heard Carl cackle.  “Don’t worry, Harriett.  She’s going with Steve.  They’ll be home in an hour.”
Standing on the porch, Steve let her arm drop.  He was used to the way people talked to him and about him, but sometimes, a comment he wasn’t expecting could still knock the wind out of him.
Laura cringed at what her father said, and when Steve released her arm, she turned to him, apologetically.  “Hey,” she said, reaching for his elbow “don’t listen to him.  He’s just a little surprised is all.”
Even he was surprised by what he said next.  “Really, and what’s your excuse?”
Laura looked up at him, eyes wide, “Steve, I didn’t mean to…”
He continued to make eye contact with her and her confidence withered in his stare.  “I’m trying, Steve.  I promise.  I want this to be a good night, too.”
Steve just looked at her.
“I’m sorry.  I’m sorry about what I said.  It’s not going to happen again tonight.  I insisted that you be on your best behavior and you should be able to expect the same from me.  That was my last cheap shot.”

He smiled, “Thank you, Laura.  I appreciate that.”  As he offered his arm again, she took it.  “And,” he said as they began to walk, “I fully intend to hold you to it.”
TO BE CONTINUED...
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