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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 sex. Minor graphic content.
Steve gasped, almost silently. As he felt her breath against his sensitive ear, he became instantly aroused. He swallowed hard and leaned down a little to whisper to her. "I dream about you, too, my love."
"When you fantasize about me, Steve, are you kind to me?" she whispered, her lips so close to his ear that he could no longer see her eyes.
"Of course, I am."
"Are you gentle?"
"When you want me to be," he growled softly, surprised by his own words.
He sent a shiver through her body. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her waist firmly into his. She could feel his member pressing into her and she hoped that he wouldn't shy away.
"Are you respectful?" she asked, this time nose-to-nose with him.
"You are my Queen," he whispered, wrapping his arms around her tightly.
"Are you affectionate?" she purred, stroking the back of his neck and making him tremble.
"Extremely."
"Do you put my needs before your own? Are you selfless?"
He closed his eyes, reminded of how many times he imagined himself bringing her to ecstasy.
"Always."
"I already know I can trust you…"
He breathed deeply, bracing himself for the pain, waiting for her to pull away from him, waiting to feel his pounding heart ripped from his body. Just as he was starting to believe that she wasn't going to tear herself from his arms this time, she pushed against his chest, and wiggled free from his vice-like grip. The immediate nausea he found from being alone again hit him violently. He closed his eyes for a moment, trying to remind himself why he couldn't just jump from the window now and spare himself the disappointment, heartbreak, and embarrassment. When he opened his eyes again, Laura was sitting on the bed, with that look in her eyes. It wasn't exactly the way she looked at him when she was under the influence of his mad science. It was a little less glossy and had a little more personality. She looked a little bit more like herself. Still, he could certainly see the resemblance between the two stares. Entranced by her intensity, he waited patiently for some kind of sign.
A little frustrated by his lack of initiative, she patted the bed gently. Steve swallowed hard and sat next to her, still leaving a respectful amount of space. She smiled and rolled her eyes as he continued to keep his distance from her. She didn't think she could be much clearer, but she guessed she would have to be. She moved closer to him, and placed her hand back on his thigh. She caressed gently as she leaned close to him. "In my dreams," she whispered, "you're all of those things, too." She could feel the muscles in his body tensing. "If we made love tonight, Steve, would you be all those things for me? For my first time?"
He didn't answer. He couldn't even look at her. He was shaking so hard that he was afraid he might vibrate his way to ruining his boxers before she even touched him.
She wanted him to answer her. "I'm trying to take your advice here, Steve. Are you worth it?" Still no answer. She thought that maybe playing hard-to-get would force him to respond, as it had for the last decade. "Hmmm," she whispered in his ear, so close her lips grazed against it gently. "I guess I'm going have to find someone else. I hope he'll be good to me." He said nothing, so she raised the stakes and slowly pulled away from him.
"No," he squeaked.
There we go. "What was that, Steve?" she asked innocently.
"No." he said more firmly, but still barely above a whisper. "Don't you dare let someone else have you. They don't deserve you. No one does."
"You don't think you deserve me?" she asked as she settled back into her position beside him. "You meet all the requirements, don't you?" Her hand found its way back to his thigh, slightly higher this time, with a longer stroke.
Feeling her hand on him again, he lost his power of speech.
"Oh, no," she said, "Well, if you're done talking to me…" She lifted her hand, but gasped when he forcefully grabbed her wrist and placed her hand back on his thigh.
"No one deserves you," he repeated.
"Why's that, Steve?" she whispered, shamelessly fishing for the kind of compliments only he could give her.
"You are the most beautiful creature to ever walk this earth. No man has the right to sully your perfection."
That was even a little more than Laura was expecting. Losing her flirtatious style for a moment, she said very sincerely, "Steve, making love to someone won't 'sully' me. It's a beautiful thing. When I'm not a virgin anymore, are you going to respect me less?"
His eyes met hers for the first time since they sat back down. His body stopped trembling and he looked at her with nothing but admiration, "Of course not. Someone will deflower you at some point; I know that. I just hope that whoever it is, he realizes that he is being blessed with a tiny piece of Heaven. You are not his right. You are a gift, a treasure."
"You wouldn't be disappointed in me?" she asked, no longer being playful, just honestly trying to understand his position.
"For finding someone to make you happy? Never."
"So had Curtis and I had the prom night we planned…"
Steve's shoulders tensed. He wouldn't love her any less, but that didn't mean he wanted to think about it.
"You wouldn't think I was some kind of slut?"
"What?!" Steve exclaimed. "Laura Lee Winslow, where did you learn a word like that?"
She laughed, "From the same idiot guys you probably heard it from."
"No one's ever called you that, have they?" he asked, feeling suddenly very protective.
"No. My reputation is the opposite, but I've heard people say it about other girls. Heck, I've said it about other girls."
"Laura," Steve said, grabbing her hand, "I don't think there is anything wrong with a woman expressing her sexuality. I just want more for you. I don't want your sex-life to be 'Well, there's nothing wrong with that'. I want your sex-life to be magical. Personally, I don't think Curtis Williams can do that for you. I think he's a selfish pig who just wants to conquer you and use you, but that's not your fault. I would be disappointed that it happened, Laura, but I wouldn't be disappointed in you."
This was the most they had ever talked about sex. She never talked this much about it with anyone, really. Oh, she could gossip with the best of them and she loved to hear her girlfriends' stories, but she was very private about her personal thoughts on the issue, as was Steve. Something about all that they'd shared, whether it was the fact that she had known him for so long, or the fact that he was the only man who had ever seen her naked, or the fact that he was the only man she had ever seen naked, or maybe even that she had been so deeply in love with him once… Something made them feel comfortable opening up like this only to each other.
"Steve, my dreams never went away. I know that I let you believe that they did, but I still have them almost every night."
Steve felt his manhood twitch as he thought about her tossing and turning in bed, her head filled with images of them making love.
"My own body has just felt so strange to me lately," she continued. "I think part of me hoped that throwing myself at Curtis could make these urges go away."
Steve swallowed hard, suddenly possessed by his own needs. "What do you dream about, my pet?" he asked, almost confidently.
Laura was surprised at his forwardness, but she didn't mind this time. Tonight was different.
"I told you, Steve. I dream about you," she teased.
"No," he said, looking down at her again, his hand holding hers, resting on his thigh. "That's not what I mean. When you dream about us, what are we doing?"
She couldn't believe Steve was trying to get her to talk dirty to him. "When I dream about us, we're making love," she replied softly.
"Do I make you feel good?"
"Sooooo good," she purred in his ear.
"Do you… finish?" he asked, a little more shyly.
You are not the only one who can play this game, Urkel, she thought to herself. She wouldn't answer that question unless he really asked it.
"Well, of course, Steve. All dreams end eventually," she said innocently, batting her eyelashes.
Did she really not know what he meant? He was surprised at her naiveté, so he tried again. "No, Sweetums. That's not what I mean. When we make love and I make you feel good, do you… climax?" He whispered the last word.
That was closer to what she wanted to hear. "You mean like the climax of a book?"
Wow. "Kind of," Steve said, getting a little flustered. "Do you… you know?"
Laura stared at him blankly, trying not to laugh as he got frustrated.
"Get off?"
"Off of the bed? Well, sure, Steve. I have dreamt about us in many different locations."
Woah, Mamma! He was starting to get a little lightheaded. Hoping being forward would help him stabilize himself a little, he surrendered. "No, Laura. Do I make you orgasm?"
Victory. She smiled at him wickedly, "Oh, well, why didn't you just ask?"
His eyes widened. "You little minx!"
"I just wanted to hear you say it, Steve," she teased. She looked deeply into his eyes before revealing the secrets of her dreams to him. "I come for you over and over again, but you never come with me. I beg and beg, but you always refuse."
Steve smirked uncertainly, "I think you'd find I have a little less self-control in reality," he admitted, trying to lower her expectations. He wasn't sure what was happening, but he certainly didn't want to be too big a disappointment if this was heading where he hoped.
"Good," she said. "I find it extremely frustrating when you won't give me what I want."
Oh, I'll give you whatever you want, Kitten, he thought as his hormones were starting to rage again.
There was one naughty question he couldn't get out of his mind. He hoped his directness would only turn her on more. "When you wake up from these sexy fantasies, are you wet?"
She blushed a little, and glanced away, surprised that he had already moved back into the real world. "I never knew how wet I could get before I started having these dreams," she admitted sincerely.
He had no idea how hard he could get until he started this conversation. He couldn't take this much longer. He needed to touch more than just her hand, but he was afraid to push.
"Laura," he whispered, staring deeply into her eyes, "I love you."
To be continued...
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