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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: Discussion of consensual and nonconsensual activities. Nothing graphic.
They both exhaled and laughed, finally turning on the lights.
"Well, I guess the coast is clear," Steve said as the adrenaline began to drain from his body.
"Yeah, but you definitely shouldn't go out there for a while. Looks like we're in for the night," Laura said as she took a seat on the king-sized bed.
Steve glanced around the cramped hotel room and noticed that there was really nowhere else to sit. He bravely joined her on the bed, though he left space between them. He observed that she was still breathing heavily and was stuck for a moment as his eyes fell on her heaving breasts. As he came back to reality, he realized what an inconvenience this was for her. What a way to spend her prom night! Two hours in and she was trapped for the night.
"Laura, I am so sorry," Steve said quietly, looking at her with big, sad eyes.
"For what?" Laura said, looking at him with clear sympathy.
"For tonight!" he exclaimed. "All I wanted was to give you one good night with me to remember, one truly wonderful, special, unforgettable memory, and I ended up ruining everyone's night, but especially yours. You shouldn't be locked in some tiny hotel room with me. You should be finishing up prom and then heading off to after-parties. I don't know why I'm surprised that I blew it. I always do, even when I try so hard," Steve lamented.
"Steve," Laura said, bending to catch his eyes. He refused to look at her. She placed her hand under his chin and gently pulled him to face her. He still averted his eyes, but she held his chin in place and gently stroked his cheek with her thumb.
"Steve," she continued. "This wasn't your fault. They turned on you with no proof. It was a witch-hunt."
He turned his head away so he could bury his face in his palms. "Oh, it was not, Laura. I don't know how I caused it, but I'm sure they're right. A disaster of this magnitude can always be traced back to me."
Disappointed that he pulled away from her, she moved closer on the bed and placed her hand on his thigh. "You are being way too hard on yourself, Steve." She rubbed his thigh gently.
He turned abruptly to look her in the eye, daring her to lie to him. "So you don't think this had anything to do with me?"
Laura left her hand where it was, trying to comfort him, but she maintained eye contact as she conceded, "It may have had something to do with you a few steps down the line."
"Exactly," Steve confirmed as he settled his chin onto his fists.
"But whatever little thing you may have done that started a chain reaction, it's still not your fault that grown men and women were in a brawl, Steve. They're practically adults. I don't care what you did; hitting people with chairs is not ok."
Steve laughed, though only softly, as he still felt the need to punish himself. "Still," he said, "if you weren't stuck with me as a date, you could be going to parties now, instead of hunkering down with me to watch reruns of Laverne and Shirley."
Laura smiled, "Hey, I like that show."
"Me, too," Steve smiled back, as he felt his load lighten under her abnormally kind and forgiving gaze. "Have I ruined every important moment of your life?" he said seriously.
"No, Steve."
"It sure seems like it sometimes."
"You've ruined some moments," Laura acknowledged, "and you were a real pain in the butt during several others, but you've also made a lot of moments very special for me, Steve. I know I don't thank you enough, but I'm surprised you don't realize how much you've done for me over the years."
Steve looked at her, expectantly, needing her to elaborate.
"Remember that time you convinced Ted to ask me out, just so I would go to the homecoming dance?"
"Of course, I do. You made that night pretty great for me, too."
"Maybe, but I wouldn't have even been there if it weren't for your sacrifice, Steve. I never would have been crowned homecoming queen. I wouldn't have started one of my first serious relationships."
"Oh, you mean with that guy who broke your heart twice? Great call on my part."
"That wasn't your fault, Steve!"
"I convinced him to ask you out."
"Only because I wanted him to! You were doing what you had to to make me happy. When he did break my heart, who was there to tell me that he was spreading rumors about me?"
"I was, but I didn't want to, Laura. That was an awful thing to have to tell you."
"But someone had to! Plus, you stood up to him and his friends on your own and you helped me stand up to him later, and I didn't even believe you."
"That's ok, Laura."
"No, it's not, Steve," Laura said firmly. "It's not ok that I trusted a guy I had just started dating before my best friend."
Steve's ears perked for a moment, "You mean 'one of' your best friends?"
"No, I don't," Laura said, moving closer still and rubbing his leg again.
Only then did Steve become aware of her hand on his thigh. He swallowed hard as his body began to wake up.
Again, Laura pretended not to notice, though she did move her hand a little lower, to get some distance between her and it. "And then," she said more softly, "when that same guy dumped me just before Valentine's, who was there for me?"
"I was," Steve confirmed, looking down into her warm eyes.
"Mmhmm," she hummed with a sweet half-smile crossing her lips.
"I've ruined a lot of your dates, though. Most of them, I didn't have any reason, except jealousy."
"You ended up being right about all of those guys, Steve. A lot of them ended up being creeps, and even the nice guys, they weren't right for me. Somehow, you can always see that before me."
"Oh, Laura, that's not true. I just think they're wrong for you because they're not me. That's not fair to you. If I were really your best friend, I'd be able to help you in your romantic endeavors without being blinded by my own feelings."
"If it weren't for your feelings, Steve, my life would be very different."
Steve glanced at her, confused. Did she mean good different or bad different? He was afraid to press the issue, so he continued to mope.
"What about Curtis Williams, Laura? I think he's a grade-A jerk, but you're still head over heels for him. Are we just forever doomed to repeat this pattern?"
"I'm not 'head over heels' for him. I–"
"Well, then why do you have this hotel room, Laura?"
Laura was shocked. She pulled her hand from his thigh and began to nervously play with the necklace around her neck.
"I may be a little naïve, Sweetums, but I'm not stupid. A hotel room on prom night?"
"If you made the connection, why did it take so long for you to ask?" she said, keeping her eyes locked on the ground.
"I didn't really want to hear the answer."
"Then why are you asking now?"
"Because of what you just said, Laura. Are you really planning to give your precious virginity to someone who you aren't madly in love with?" Steve was surprised by the possibility. Laura had always been a little more adventurous than he was, but she was still very cautious. He thought that she was maturing as she grew up, that she was starting to better understand what she wanted from relationships, but this threw a wrench in that theory. Steve was a bit of a prude. He knew that, but he also knew that Laura was far from a wild woman herself, and he was worried she may be straying down a path she would later regret.
Laura didn't want to answer him. As uncomfortable as he must have been, that certainly didn't stop his hot stare from burning her cheeks as they flushed with embarrassment. "I don't want to talk about this, Steve."
"I think we should, Laura."
"It's none of your business," she grumped, becoming flustered. "Just drop it. We were having a nice night."
"Why would you give him your chastity if you don't love him? Is he pressuring you?"
"A little, but it's nothing I can't handle. That's not why."
"Then why?" Steve said, louder than he intended. He was immediately embarrassed by his tone. "I'm sorry, Laura. I just want to make sure you are making choices that you won't regret later."
"It's none of your business who I give my virginity to, Steve," Laura said, finally stepping away from the bed and walking toward the window. She stared as Steve remained silent.
"You're right," he said finally. "It's absolutely none of my business, but we just went over all the other things that were none of my business and in hindsight, you seem to appreciate the intrusions, so I am not going to stop now. Why, Laura?" He stood from the bed and walked toward her.
She continued to stare out the window, "Because I don't want to be a virgin anymore, Steve. There is so much pressure to save myself for some magical prince and I'm sick of it. There is no perfect guy. I could sleep with a random bellhop tonight and fall in love for the rest of my life or I could wait for the man that I marry and be divorced in six months. There's no guarantee, so why should I keep torturing myself?"
Steve didn't know how to respond to that. He knew why he was waiting. He was waiting for her, but what could he say to someone who didn't know whom they were waiting for?
"Do you remember that night?" he finally asked.
"What night?"
"The night we don't speak of anymore."
She turned to make eye contact with him again, "Of course, I do."
"That night made me realize something about myself that I didn't know before. Well, it made me think about a lot of things, but there was one thing that clearly relates to your problem. Before that night, Sweetheart, I always thought that I wanted to wait until marriage, but that night, ignoring the greater issues, made me realize that that's not what I want anymore. I just want you. In that moment, when I really felt your love, it didn't matter to me that we weren't married. It didn't matter that we didn't have a little piece of paper that told the government we were in love. It didn't matter that we hadn't stood before God and told him. He already knew. It didn't even matter that I hadn't gotten your family's blessing, though that's very important to me. When I looked at you and thought, for a moment, that we were going to make love for the first time, the only thing that mattered was you. If you were ready, then I was ready." Steve paused and stared at her, remembering the sweet things she said to him when she was under his spell.
"What does that have to do with my problem?"
"My point is: your plans for yourself can change. The rules for this stuff aren't as rigid as people like to make them out to be. If that night taught me anything, it sure taught me about gray areas. I'm sorry, Laura, if I've been one of the people who pressured you to behave a certain way. Everything I've said was because I thought I could help in some way. Though… it was all backed by the green-eyed monster."
Laura smiled. She hadn't felt this kind of intimacy with someone in… well… ever. Most guys never opened up like this, and even with Steve, he usually would drop a few sincere thoughts, before he switched back into playful flirt mode.
"All I want," he continued, "is for you to find a man who is kind, gentle, respectful, and affectionate. I want you to find a man who will put your needs before his own. I want you to find someone who you can trust with your life. When you find that guy, then I hope you do make love to him and I hope it is everything that you want it to be."
Laura stared at him, amazed he could string together full sentences about her having sex with someone else. She noticed in that moment the way that his eyes were glistening. Even in his loose pants, his voice was starting to break.
"But I hope that you do save yourself until then. Your chastity is a precious gift that some very lucky man will have some day. He may not be the guy you spend the rest of your life with, and that's fine, but he will have a piece of you forever, my pet. I hope, for your sake, that he's worth it."
A tear fell from his eye, and embarrassed, he rushed to wipe it, but Laura grabbed his hand before he could. No longer wearing her heels, she got on her tiptoes and kissed the tear from his cheek. Then she leaned close to his ear and whispered, "I still dream about you, you know?"
To be continued...
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