Subject:        Love Scene: Reunited at Wyndemere
 

Laura stood in the Conservatory at Wyndemere. A chill ran through her, and
she went over to the fireplace. She glanced down at her watch. Mrs. Lansbury
had told her that Stefan was out riding, but that he would be back soon. She
stared down at her hand. To the finger where her wedding ring used to be. She
still couldn't believe it, but, she took it off. She had been so calm this
morning, as she went over to Luke's and asked him for the divorce. Luke
looked at her as if he had been punched. It got nasty.

" Well, you're going to slither over to the Count, then."

" What I do and with whom is none of your business."

" My daughter is my business."

" And, I would never ever think of keeping her from you."

" Is this all it comes down to? You telling me that I should be grateful that
I can see my own kid?"

" Sadly, yes. Goodbye, Luke. I loved you. I loved you so hard, I couldn't see
straight. But, sometimes, love just isn't enough."

" It used to be."

" I know. Then, I grew up."

Laura felt a tear come in her eye, and she wiped it away. She stared into
fire, almost a hypnotic trance, only to be broken when she heard the slamming
of the door. She turned around..

" Stefan? My God! What happened to you?"

Stefan Cassadine stood at the door, with a confused look on his face, and
covered in mud from head to toe.

" Laura? Did I misunderstand? Did I forget an appointment?"

" No. I came over to talk to you. What happened? Mrs. Lansbury said you were
riding?"

" Yes. A new Arabian came in and I was attempting to get her accustomed to
Spoon Island. It seems she had other ideas."

Laura began to laugh. " Oh. She tossed you?"

Stefan stood there, oh so serious and then looked down at himself and began
to laugh. " Completely. I went flying right into the mud."

Laura went over to him and tried to touch his face, but Stefan pulled back. "
Are you hurt?"

" Only my ego. Which, by all accounts, can't be bruised by a mere horse."

Laura gave him a smile and nodded.

Stefan spoke up. "Well, if we are to talk, we1ll have to do it after I have
cleaned. You can wait?"

" Yes."

" I shall try to hurry."

Stefan went upstairs into his bedroom and shed his clothing. He was curious
as to why Laura would want to see him. The only way to know for sure would be
to get back to her as soon as possible. Stefan stepped into the steaming
shower, and immediately felt relief. Despite what he had told Laura, the fall
had been more brutal than he had thought. Once the dirt was washed from him,
he saw several bruises and cuts on his upper arm. He let the hot water rush
over him, relaxing his muscles. He had to say that he enjoyed taking his
time. No matter what the purpose, the thought of Laura actually waiting for
him made him feel good. He had been in pursuant mode for so long, he didn't
know anything else. Though he enjoyed all his time with Laura, there was the
voice, not so quiet in his head, that kept on telling him that Laura didn't
CHOOSE him. That she never came unless pushed: by his seduction attempts, or
by Luke's rejection. Though that was difficult for his ego, he didn't have
enough pride to say no whenever she came, simply because he loved her. Beyond
reason. Beyond distraction. To the depths of his soul.

Stefan finished the shower and went over to the sink. He splashed his
aftershave on and looked at himself in the mirror. He saw something in his
eyes...they had an edge of peace in them.That was because Laura was in his
life, and Nikolas was his to call son, no questions asked. He never knew what
kind of burden could be lifted in telling the truth. The Cassadines were
falling, and yet, he had a peace and serenity that he never could have
thought. He stared at the Cassadine Medallion on his chest. For so long, it
was like a silent burden. A silent chain. A cast iron link clamped onto his
soul. He couldn1t remember the last time that he had taken it off himself.
Yet, today, it was just a piece of jewelry hanging around his neck.

Stefan walked out of his bathroom, still wet and wearing nothing but a
towel...

" Laura?"

Laura, who was at Stefan's dresser, her hands going over his things, turned
around, shocked to have been caught.

" What are you doing here?"

" I don't know. Curiosity got the better of me. I wondered what your inner
sanctum looked like, after all these years."

" And?"

" Very little about you has changed. Still simplicity and clarity where you
live. Everything has it1s place. And, has a purpose. You still have three
books by your bed: the top one being the least read, if the pattern hasn't
changed."

" No. You are correct."

" The music system is more sophisticated, but the selection isn't. Although,
I saw this Goo Goo Dolls?"

" Nikolas thought there was a song on there that would touch me."

" Did it?"

" Despite myself, yes."

Stefan could feel his heart pounding louder and louder in his chest. He felt
completely naked in front of Laura. Yet, he couldn't move. Laura noticed that
his hands, which, in a normal situation, would have been twirling the
Cassadine Insignia ring, were now fumbling with the Medallion across his
chest.

His chest.

Laura couldn't keep her eyes off of it.

" Tell me about the song.."

" The song?", Stefan said with an edge of nervousness in his voice.

" The song that Nikolas thought you would like. What was it about the song?"

As if in a trance, for Stefan couldn't move but realized that Laura was fast
closing the distance between them..

" And I've give up forever to touch you...
Cause I know that you feel me somehow......

you're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be...
and I don't wanna go home right now....."

Laura silenced Stefan with a kiss. First gentle, then more passionate.
Stefan1s tongue slipped into her mouth to meet hers. They did that dance that
only they could do. The way that she could tease him even after all these
years. Brushing up against him, Laura could feel the beginning of his
erection, which only turned her on more and had her running her hands up and
down his back. Feeling his flesh against her nails. Wanting more, she dug her
nails in deeper. Stefan could feel himself being lost in a torrent of passion
and jumped back from Laura grabbing her at the wrists.

" Laura. No."

Laura looked at him, dazed and confused. She was panting so hard, that was
all that could be heard in the room.

He lowered her wrists in his.

" Laura, I am but only a man."

Laura closes the gap between them and, face to face..

" I know...the man I want."

" You mean, the man you want right now, while your temperamental husband goes
off on another tantrum."

" No..the man I want."

Laura slowly raises her hands to where Stefan could clearly look at them. He
looked and stared. His hand immediately went over to her ring finger. There
was a tan line where the ring used to be. His fingers rubbed over and over
that finger...not believing what he was seeing.

" Where is it?"

" On Charles Street."

" Why?"

"I wanted no reminder of Luke when I came to you. "

" To me..."

" Yes...to you.."

Laura's hand went up to Stefan's forehead. She brushed away his tussled hair
and tried to straighten it out. Her hand went all over his face. She traced
his face. Stopping at the eyes, to see how they've aged. She goes over every
edge of his face..stopping again at his mouth. Her finger brushes over it and
then playfully explores his goatee, and then back to his mouth. But, this
time, Stefan catches it, and sucks it in. Laura is surprised at the force and
as Stefan stares her in the eyes. She gets a devilish look in her eye and
wiggles her finger sensually....if you can do it. Stefan didn1t care. He saw
a challenge from her, and he took it. Laura was stung by the electricity that
she felt as his tongue performed acrobatics around her finger that she
marveled. She withdrew her finger , smiled, and put it in her own mouth.

Laura stepped up to Stefan, and placed her hands on his chest.. She began to
stroke it, and gently placed her lips to his chest. First the center. Then
lower. Then lower. She moved over to the right nipple. She kissed it, and
then began to gently suck on it. After teasing him on the right, she went
over to the left, and began her delicate torture of him once again.

Stefan's erection had grown to its fullest. The towel was but a hindrance,
yet he felt it was his only protection. He didn1t know what to do with all
the feelings that were coming up inside of him. Eighteen years of dreams. Of
hopes. Of desires. The damn that he had built inside of himself to maintain
his sanity was coming down, not brick by brick, but, in entire chunks..all at
once.

When Laura came up for breath, he took his chance. He almost fumbled on the
buttons of her blouse, but, he got them open, and the shirt off. He lowered
himself to the right side of her neck. And, he just stayed there. Laura
didn1t know what was going on. She had closed her eyes. She could feel the
tickling of his goatee next to the side of her neck, but, Stefan wasn't doing
anything.

How could he. He was just smelling her. Closing his eyes, he was savoring
tasting her after all these years. In what seemed like an eternity, Laura
felt his furry lips come against her neck. In what was a gentle kiss, became
almost, she hated to say it, because so many would joke, a vampire's kiss.
Stefan sucked on her neck, and all Laura could hear next, was what she
thought was a growl by Stefan.

Before she knew it, Stefan had swung her around, and Laura found herself up
against the wall. Instinctively, and without opening her eyes, she knew what
he wanted to do. She let her legs apart, and in one motion, almost
simultaneously Laura took away his towel and he had moved up her skirt and
pulled off her panties. He was inside of her instantly. Laura raised her
right leg and wrapped it behind him in order make his entry easier. His
thrusts were strong and deep. He was so rushed that Laura couldn1t take a
breath. As his thrusts became faster, she knew that she was fast approaching
her breaking point, and she knew from his breathing that he was too. As he
climaxed and released himself into her, her own climax overwhelmed her and
her scream could well be heard throughout the halls outside of the bedroom.
If not for Stefan holding her up, she would have collapsed.

When they both began to form coherent thoughts, Stefan lowered his eyes to
the ground and softly said, "I'm sorry."

" For what?"

" After all this time..."

" We needed release. But, unless you're throwing me out, that was hardly all
of it."

Laura smiled flirtingly at Stefan. He looked at her with curiosity.

" What goes on in your mind?"

" Wouldn't you like to know?"

" Yes."

" I was thinking, that, it is rare for a woman to be in this position. I
mean...usually she's the one that's in her birthday suit."

Stefan realizes that Laura is only without her panties and blouse. He was
bare...and, despite himself, he felt the hint of a blush..that though he
tried to eliminate...Laura caught.

" Stefan Cassadine..blushing..what a shame..."

Laura walks around Stefan and come up behind him. She kisses him on the upper
left portion of his back, while she slips her hands through to his chest and
begins to caress him. It was his turn to be ravaged. He closed his eyes and
let himself feel Laura1s touch. And, she touched him everywhere. She ran her
nails up and down his chest, like a cat. Then, as her lips went lower all
around his back, so did her hands. Stefan could feel her hands rubbing up and
down his thighs. They went to the inner thighs, where the harsh clawing of
nails gave way to feathery teasing touches.

Then nothing.

Stefan stood there, eyes closed, instinctively knowing not to break the
moment by trying to gain control. The next thing he knew, he felt the warmth
of Laura's mouth over his throbbing shaft. With her tongue twirling around
it, Laura bobbed up and down, enjoying watching Stefan and the pleasure that
he was deriving. The moans, one after another, as she teased him by shifting
the rhythm of her torture to him. Sometimes fast. Sometimes slow. Sometimes
releasing him. Just licking the tip. He didn1t know what was next..

" Laura..", he begged. But, she showed no mercy. She kept going, sucking on
him, while gripping his scrotum in one hand, and piercing her nails into the
cheek of his buttocks. The pleasure and pain were mixing and driving Stefan
insane. Laura could tell that his climax was near and the fierceness with
which he grabbed her shoulders to steady himself. His moan was long and
steady as Laura worked her tortured, draining him of every drop of seed. She
kissed his penis while waiting for him to regain his composure.

Laura stood up and went to sit on the bed. She kicked her shoes off and
rolled her eyes...quietly, she said...

" I'm thirsty."

" Odd. I could have sworn that you've been drinking."

" Don't be smart. "

Stefan walks over to the phone and dials:

"Please bring up some champagne...and blueberries."

Laura smiles at him.

" You always knew what I wanted."

" I tried."

Before they knew it, there was a knock at the door. Stefan put on a robe and
took the tray from the maid. He placed it on the nightstand, then opened the
bottle of champagne and poured a glass for himself and Laura, who took hers
and promptly drank it all, placing it on the nightstand.

Standing in front of Stefan, Laura asks simply:

" Make love to me."

Stefan has his hands running through her golden locks. He leans her head
back, as his fingers run through her hair, as if he1s giving her a scalp
massage. With her neck exposed, he places his lips on the front of her neck,
continually kissing her there. He brings her face forward, facing her and
holds her face in his hands, continually kissing her..tongue darting in and
out. Not with speed, but, with deliberate precision. He continues to kiss her
while his hands make their way down to her bra. Stefan holds her breasts in
his hands, through the material. He caresses them gently, already feeling her
hardened nipples aching to be free of the constricting material. His hands
play with her breasts, with his thumb and forefingers going for their
perspective nipples and teasing/pinching them through the lace of the bra.

Stefan turns Laura around and kisses her shoulders. With his teeth, he pulls
down one bra strap, watching it fall, then using his tongue to retrace the
path which it fell. He went up her arm, across her shoulder, across the back,
to the other shoulder, where he proceeded to repeat the process with the
other strap, that of course, fell.

Stefan stepped back from Laura, and with one motion, unzipped her skirt and
removed it. Only her bra remained. Stefan undid the clasp in the back, and it
fell to the floor. He faced Laura and held her breasts, now free, in his
hands. He fondles them while he and Laura kiss. His lips almost instinctively
move down to her left nipple. As Stefan begins to suck on it, Laura moans,
which only encourages him.

Stefan then relents and scoops Laura up, placing her on the bed. On her back,
Stefan comes back to suckle at her breast, while his hand finds its way up
Laura1s thigh. He finds his way to her heat...she is ready for him...so wet
already. He slips his fingers in and promptly finds her clit. He fingers it,
causing her to moan with pleasure. Stefan continues on this course, until he
believes that she is on the brink....then he stops. Laura opens her eyes, a
little dazed, but, smiling.

" So, that1s how it will be..", Laura says, rolling on top of Stefan. She
begins to trail kisses on his neck. She takes his arms and places them above
his head. She places kisses all over his chest. Then, remembering something
about Stefan, Laura pulls her head over her face, and, almost like a mop,
begins to brush the locks across Stefan1s chest. The feathery tickles that
seem to spread all over Stefan's body with every move of Laura1s head, only
serve set Stefan on fire. Once she gets to his once again throbbing erection,
Stefan waits in agony, only to have his suspicions concerned, with her hair
swirling around the shaft, like silken threads, moving back and forth over
it, teasing and taunting. After delicate torture, Laura finds herself back up
to Stefan's neck, kissing it, making her way over to his mouth, and teasing
him with her tongue.

He rolls her over on her back, and she spreads her legs, waiting for him. He
goes in. Laura wraps her legs tight around Stefan, as to pull him deeper. He
thrusts deeper and hard, both of them panting, Laura1s nails digging into
Stefan, nearly drawing blood. Laura1s eyes are closed and her head goes from
side to side. In an instant, Stefan shifts.

" Laura", he quietly calls. She opens her eyes. Her blue meet his green.
While still in her, Stefan pulls one of her hands to his lips and kisses it
gently. He begins his strokes again. But, not strong and hard...light and
slow. In between each one, a kiss is shared between the two. Instead of
thrusting hips to meet him, Laura stays still. Stefan continues this rhythm.
Nice and slow. Stopping after several strokes, so that he could kiss her on
the lips, or that she could raise up to kiss his chest, or run her fingers
through her hair, they continued on this dance, pushing back the walls of
their passion. Sometimes, they would just lay next to one another, trying
remember one another's scent, still together, still joined, but, just
enjoying simple things, like entwining their fingers together, both looking
down to see where one ended and the other began. But, they never took their
eyes off one another.

But, sooner or later, the slow burn must come to an end. Stefan would not be
denied, and neither would Laura. As he made his final thrusts into her, she
pleaded with her eyes for him to wait.....and he did. She then pulled him
down to her, her tongue thrust in his mouth, while her hips did all they
could to match Stefan, churn for churn. As his climax washed over him and his
moans began with the emptying of his seed into Laura, she arched her back,
and ground her heels into Stefan's back, pulling him deeper than he thought
he could be. She shook from the force of the climax, and was moved to tears.
Tears for the joy she felt right now. Tears of freedom. As Stefan rolled off
of her and onto his back, overwhelmed at what had just happened, Laura came
over to him, placing her leg over his, so that her head could be on his
chest. She kissed it lightly before putting her ear up against his chest to
hear his heartbeat. It was the last thing she heard, before they both fell
into a deep slumber.