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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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Steve spent the next few hours of his Sunday pouring over his notes. While he reviewed them, still looking for something he could have missed, he also tried to translate them into laymen’s terms. If Laura didn’t trust him, maybe she would trust his science, if only she could understand it. Laura was a brilliant woman, but science was her worst subject, and he hoped that little post-it notes all over his pages might be able to help her understand that he had no cards left to play.
     However, once the sun started shining brightly in the early afternoon, the garage began to warm. As it did, Steve felt his eyelids get heavier and heavier. He had been awake for over 24 hours now, and he really didn’t sleep well the two nights before, either. As much as he tried to focus on the task at hand, he found himself being pulled, unwillingly, to Nappy Land.
     “Oooh, Laura. You feel so good,” Steve moaned as he buried his member inside of her. His head was foggy, but his body knew what to do. He was lying on top of her, his face buried in her neck, and thrusting in and out, moaning her name.
     “Oh, Laura. Oh, Laura, my pet. I love you sooooo much.”
     Suddenly, his brain cleared and he noticed Laura was lying there, completely still. He listened to her little whimpers of pleasure, and realized they were quiet sobs. He pulled his head back immediately to look at her face, still fully engulfed by her warmth. He looked at her and saw she was crying, with her face turned away from him.
     “Laura, what’s wrong?” he asked, still not stopping his gentle thrusts.
     “Get off of me, Steve,” she sobbed. “Please, Steve. Please, stop! I don’t want this.”
     “Shhh...” he said, kissing her gently on the lips and wiping her tears. “This feels so good, baby. I love you.”
     “GET OFF OF HER!” Steve yelled as he woke, a post-it note falling from his forehead. Disturbed by his horrifying dream, he ran outside and began to vomit in the bush by the garage. What is wrong with me? he thought, as he wretched and sobbed. Don’t let me hurt her. Please, God, don’t let me hurt her.
     Having recovered to the best of his abilities, still trembling, he headed back into the garage to finish his notes. He had about twenty minutes of work left before he could try to show her his explanation.
     Laura spent the rest of the morning dodging phone calls from her friends. They hadn’t heard from her all weekend and were dying for a trip to the mall. She just didn’t feel much like gossiping today.
     Steve knocked on Laura’s bedroom door at about 2 pm that Sunday with a dozen notebooks piled high in his arms. Really, he didn’t knock so much as tap gently with his foot.
     Laura got up from her spot by the window and opened the door. When she saw it was Steve, she instinctively blocked the opening with her body. “What is it, Steve?” she asked coldly.
     “Sweetums, I took the liberty of translating my notebooks here,” he said gesturing with his chin. “I thought, maybe, if you let me explain what tests I ran–”
     “No, Steve. I don’t want to talk about this anymore. You tried. Whatever. I’m done,” she stated firmly as she started to close the door.
     “Wait,” Steve pressed as he thrust the pile of notebooks out toward her arms. “At least, take these. You might decide you want a little information. Please, I want you to have them.”
     She thought for a moment and then sighed. “Fine,” she said as she gathered the books in her arms. “Just leave me alone now, ok?” She shut the door abruptly in his face.
     She took the stack of notebooks and threw them on the chair by her vanity. She huffed and sat back where she was, staring out the window. She tried to think about anything else, but no matter what she did, words from her dreams continued to echo in her brain.
     “I love you, Laura.”
     The one thing that never stood out as unrealistic about Dream-Steve was the way he worshipped her.
“You are the most beautiful woman in the world.”
He may have been more confident than Real-Steve, been more experienced than Real-Steve, and had more stamina than any Real-Man, but there was one thing that they did share.
“Your body makes me weak.”
If any other man said things half as amazing as what Steve said to her in her recent dreams and in real life, she would have given herself to him long ago.
“All I want is for you to be happy.”
     She glanced over at the pile of notebooks.
“Please, my pet, don’t worry about me. I just want you to come.”
A warm, familiar ache appeared in her gut.
Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to skim one of them, she thought.
     As the door slammed in Steve’s face, he accepted the fact that all he could do now was wait. He walked to back to his room to lie back on his bed. He saw no reason he should force himself to remain awake at this point. He lay down, still fully dressed, on top of the covers. He just needed a little nap to clear his head. Taking off his glasses, he tried to get comfortable, but each time he shut his eyes, his horrifying nightmare flashed before him again. He tried everything to get his mind off of Laura. He counted sheep, he did math problems, he thought about sports, all with no success. Before long, he could hear Laura crying again. For a moment, he actually stepped out into the hall to make sure it really was just in his head.
     As he settled back in bed, he realized that his nap may be hopeless. His whole life he has been trying and failing to get his mind off of Laura Winslow. He may never sleep again.
     A moment later, it hit him. He didn’t have to stop thinking about Laura; he had to stop thinking about that nightmare. There was a difference! He closed his eyes, deciding to ignore reality, and let himself get lost in fantasy, if only to catch a few solid hours of sleep.
     The first image that appeared to him was Laura in a beautiful wedding gown. It was bright white, and sparkled as it moved in the light. It was a full ball gown with a sweetheart neckline. Steve realized that Laura may have chosen something that hugged her curves, but whenever he imagined their wedding, her dress always made her look like a princess.
     He saw her walking down the aisle toward him and could almost hear the string quartet they hired. She smiled that big, beautiful smile at him, and he could feel his emotional load start to lighten. As it did, he quickly fell asleep. Finally finding a little peace, he began to snore loudly as he began to dream.

TO BE CONTINUED
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