Okay, I just had to write this. I must say that my inspiration came after seeing a post at ABC titled "Stefan and Laura should be locked in a closet" or something. Natasha, was that you? Anyway, that thought got me noodling, and I came up with what REALLY should have happened last Monday. Of course, if this had transpired, we would've missed those awesome door scenes. But hey, this one has a pretty great door scene too!

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We pick up with the scene where Pukey is holding the gun on Stefan and forcing him into the closet. Here’s what you need to know:

1) Instead of Pukey standing between Laura and Stefan, she is standing beside Puke, or maybe even a little in front of him.
2) The closet locks from the INSIDE (I know, but it’s integral!)
3) Laura calling Stefan a bastard just turns me on for some reason
4) All SNL scenes I write WILL include sex -- that's a guarantee
4) Puke is totally inconsequential in the grand scheme of things :o)

Here we go!

*****

“In the closet, Cassadine!” Luke Spencer waved the pistol wildly in the air, a grin of triumph on his worn face as he forced his mortal enemy backward, step by step.

“Luke, please! There’s no need for this game. If Stefan can help us track down Lucky . . .” at the quelling glance from her soon-to-be ex-husband, and a few more waves of his gun, Laura changed tactics mid-sentence. “Stefan, just do what he says. I’ll call the authorities to release you, as soon as we’ve left the ship.”

“No, Laura. That will not do.” Stefan eyed Luke warily, knowing his hair-trigger temper – and shaky hands – could set the gun off at any moment. “I must speak with you. NOW.” And with a movement as smooth as his voice, Stefan grasped Laura’s hand in his, pulled her into the closet with him, and locked the door with a resounding click.

“Stefan, what are you . . .?”

“Cassadine!” Luke’s bellow could be heard for miles. “What the hell are you up to, you slimy yellow-bellied weasel? Let go of my wife!”

“Laura,” Stefan’s voice was a whisper compared to Luke’s grating yell. “Please, listen to me. Give me five minutes. FIVE MINUTES. If you still want to leave me here, I will not argue with you.”

Laura, raised eyebrow in full effect, couldn’t believe what she’s hearing. “Stefan, listen to me – we’re over. That’s it. You kept my son from me. You LIED to me, over and over again. That can’t be undone, no matter how many pretty words you use to dress it up.”

“LAURA!” Luke’s fists pounded on the door relentlessly. “Cassadine, you ass, I’ll shoot the door open if you don’t unlock it NOW!”

“Laura,” Stefan whispered urgently, “please, five minutes. What can happen in five minutes? Give that to me, and I’ll never ask you for anything else.” Their eyes locked at his final word, “Ever.”

“Stefan, there’s no use . . . ,” but seeing the determined glint in his eye, she relents, “Oh, FINE! But I’m telling you, nothing will change. Luke?” Laura turned to the door and spoke, “Luke, give us a few minutes.” At his immediate refusal, Laura spoke more firmly, “Luke, I’m not asking for your permission. I would appreciate your giving us a few minutes. Stefan and I,” the eyebrow rises once more as she turns to Stefan, “have a few matters to discuss.”

“Laura, I don’t trust Vlad any further than I can throw him. I won’t leave you . . .”

“Luke. Please. Just wait in the hall. I’ll call if I need you.”

Luke’s stomps were just as loud as his grumbling. The outer door slammed shut on a few choice expletives that even the heavy oak door of the closet couldn’t deflect.

“Now, what do you want, Stefan? I’ve heard it all, and right now, the only thing I want is . . .” Whatever else Laura may have planned to say was lost . . . in Stefan’s open mouth. Her first instinct was to fight, to push to free herself, but it didn’t take long for that old magic to reappear. Her lips softened beneath his, and they parted just enough for his tongue to enter. Instead of plundering the deep recesses, though, Stefan’s kissed gentled. Her recognized her acquiescence and immediately softened his lips. His tongue flicked lightly into her mouth, eliciting a soft moan from Laura that he was sure he imagined. Deepening his strokes, he explored her mouth as he has ached to do for weeks now. Their time apart had been hell on both of them, and they reveled in the meeting of their lips and tongues in a joyous reunion. The kisses slowly became greedier and deeper, wetter, until they were both breathless with anticipation.

“NO!” Laura’s strength returned and she pushed, somewhat reluctantly, against his broad shoulders, her eyes hazy with desire . . . and anger. “No, Stefan! This has to stop now.”

Stefan’s hand came to his mouth, touching it as if savoring the taste and feel of her there. “Laura,” he rasps, “I am sorry. That is not why I asked you to stay. I was carried away. I apologize.”

Their breathing was returning to normal as they eyed one another warily – she wondering if she should trust him, he wondering if he had just ruined his one chance to right things with the woman he loved.

“Fine.” Laura’s shaky hand reached up to smooth her mussed hair. “A . . . momentary aberration, I believe you’d call it.” A flicker of a smile crossed her lips as she gazed at him intently. “Do continue.”

“Laura, I am not going to beg. I won’t plead with you to believe me, to understand what I did. But I do want you to see that I was coming from an honest place, a caring place. Laura,” he put a finger to her passion-swollen lips as she began to interrupt, “let me finish. Please.”

His finger fell away, and her eyes gazed deeply into his. He read her thoughts and continued. “Laura, you have to know the last thing I would ever do is harm you or anyone you love. Seeing you in pain is like a knife in my heart. Yes, I did learn Lucky was alive a couple of weeks before I admitted it to you. I followed my mother to Nova Scotia in mid-February . . . and there he was. It was an unbelievable moment, gazing through that window and seeing the living dead. I’ve mourned Lucky with you for so long, I had begun to think of him as a friend, as someone I wished I had known better before tragedy struck. Then, to see him walking, speaking, was a surreal experience, to say the least.” Stefan’s eyes took on a faraway look, as if he were recalling a magical moment. “My first thought was for Lucky, wanting immediately to release him and make sure he was safe. But my next thought was for you. Laura,” he stepped forward to gently grasp her shoulders in his strong hands, “your son was ALIVE. The son you had wept for, mourned over, was alive. I couldn’t believe what a gift this was, but I knew getting him away from my mother would be an extremely difficult task. What had she done to him? What had she made him do? I could not even begin to grasp what could have happened in the months since Lucky was kidnapped. I knew one thing, and one thing only – my mother would kill him in a heartbeat. I knew that like I know my own name. The only life Helena deems sacred is her own. All others are dispensable, especially the young son of her husband’s killer and her son’s deceitful wife. I could not do anything rash. Actually, as I recall, I almost did. I set off the alarm by trying to open the window the day I discovered Lucky. Of course, guards came running immediately, and I was forced to flee. But I knew then and there that rescuing Lucky would take planning and foresight – it was not something that could be done quickly or easily.”

“Laura, I came back to you immediately. I wanted to tell you this wonderful news and let you know that I would be bringing your son back to you, if I had to die trying. I was nearly bursting with the news when I came to you that night. Do you remember?” At Laura’s blank look, Stefan laughed softly. “There you were, looking lovely, holding a glass of milk for Lesley Lu. You went upstairs, saying you were anxious to hear all the details of my trip. And I was anxious to tell them to you! I couldn’t stop smiling. Me. Smiling.” Laura’s soft chuckle acknowledged her remembrance of the events he was describing. “But do you know what happened while you were upstairs? I saw that picture of Lucky as a young boy you had placed on the mantle. I was trying to think of how best to tell you this news – this wonderful, unbelievable news – when you returned. And you spoke softly of how hard it had been to make Lesley Lu understand her beloved brother’s death, how hard it still was for YOU to accept it. Laura, in that moment, I made a decision. Perhaps it was the wrong one, but I made it. I chose to withhold the truth of Lucky’s fate from you, to break the promise of truth I had made to you mere weeks before, because I could not bear to harm you again. What if we were unsuccessful in rescuing him? What if,” his eyes closed in pain at the thought, “my mother were to kill him when she discovered we knew of Lucky’s existence? How in heaven’s name could I put you through Lucky’s death twice? How could I even let that be a possibility, knowing what my mother is capable of? I could not. I would not put you through that. So,” he stepped away from her, as far as he could in the confined space, and turned to face the opposite wall, “I lied. I looked you in the eye, and I told you my trip had been unproductive, that I had been unable to ascertain Helena’s activities, when in all actuality I had discovered the most wondrous of truths.” With his back still to her, Stefan asked softly, “Was I mistaken, Laura? Was it wrong of me to spare you possible heartache by withholding the truth from you? Would you have had me do anything differently?”

Laura, her eyes filled with tears, nodded her head without hesitation. “YES, Stefan. I know where you were coming from, and I know you love me, but I’m not fragile. I won’t break under pressure. I had a RIGHT to know my son was alive, and you should have been the one to tell me. YOU!” Her eyes brimming with tears and equal parts anger and confusion, she stepped forward and forced him to look at her. “Stefan, I loved you. You said you loved me. How could you lie about something so precious to me? I realize you thought you were doing something kind for me, but you weren’t. You were controlling the situation. It was a game of chess for you, and you were running the board, like you always do. But, Stefan, this wasn’t a game. It ISN’T a game. This is my son’s life, and I don’t have time to waste. I have to find him.” Gesturing to the door, she said, “Five minutes is up. You’ve had your say. Now, please, let me go.”

Stefan’s eyes, closed in pain, slowly opened. Now, mixed with the grief and regret was a spark of . . . something darker. “You want out, Laura? You want to leave here and search for your son, all the while condemning me for loving you? Fine.” But instead of handing her the key, he slowly and methodically slipped it deeply into the front pocket of his jeans. “The key is right here. Come and get it.”

Laura’s eyes narrowed. “You bastard. You promised me.”

“As I said, the key is here. If you want to leave, you will do what is necessary.” A smile dangerously resembling a smirk touched his lips. “I think you know what to do.”

Shaking her head in disbelief, yet with a glint of determination lighting her blue eyes, Laura stepped slowly forward. “What do you want, Stefan? This?” Her hands settled on his shoulders, making small circles and sending electric shocks through both of them at the points of contact. Slowly, her eyes locked with his, Laura’s hands moved downward. Inch by inch, she dragged her hands across his chest, over the nipples she can feel protruding beneath the fine wool of his sweater, across his flat abdomen. As her hands fell lower, they slowed. There was a hesitation in her eyes, but also a reluctant desire. Touching his beautiful body had always excited her – she’d dreamed about it for two decades, and had only had a small taste of it before all hell broke loose. It was a heady feeling, knowing she was controlling what happened. Stefan stood absolutely still, motionless, letting Laura take the lead.

Her hands brushed against the snap of his jeans, across the denim stretched so snugly over his achingly hard manhood. Stefan’s breath caught in his throat, his calm look belied by his sharp intake of breath. Laura knew she was getting to him, and she smiled slowly through her tears. “This?” She asked breathily as her right hand moved to cup him through the black denim, squeezing him gently. Her left hand stole upward, and he assumed she was going for his pocket to grasp the key. But no. Her hand found the clasp of his jeans and methodically began to unfasten his button fly.

With a guttural moan that echoed in the tiny closet, Stefan grasped her hands in his and whispered, “Laura, don’t. Not if you can’t finish what you start.”

“Isn’t this what you want, Stefan?” The challenging light was strengthening in her eyes. “You want me to service you? To bring you to orgasm?” His eyes closed as if in pain. “Because I will, Stefan. If it means getting out of here so I can search for my son, I’d blow the devil himself.” Tears were streaming down her cheeks in earnest now as she continued to stroke him sensuously.

“NO!” With a will he didn’t know he possessed, Stefan pulled Laura’s hands from his body and forced them above her head, pressing her to the door at her back. “Laura, no. This is not what I want. I do not want you out of anger, out of fear, or out of deceit. I want you because I love you. I cherish you, and I want you to know that.”

Laura shook her head, trying not to hear his vows of love, knowing she couldn’t resist him when he could rattle her with a few well-chosen words. “Don’t, Stefan. Please, I can’t . . . we shouldn’t . . .”

But he was on a mission now – a mission of desire. “Laura, my love,” he whispered as he spread wet, open-mouthed kisses to her cheek, down the long, graceful column of her neck, and to the tender skin exposed by the V of her blouse. Pausing there, his mouth plastered to her alabaster skin, his hands slowly released hers and slid downward, moving unerringly to the buttons of her shirt. Her hands, knowing where they wanted to be, fell to grasp his hair tightly, holding him to her as his hands quickly dispensed with the fastenings of her blouse.

“Laura?” Her name was a question on his lips. She smiled to herself, loving how, even in the depths of passion, he was a considerate lover. She knew it was wrong, that there was still too much anger and misunderstanding between them, but she couldn’t push him away. “Stefan.” His name was an erotic plea on her tongue as she pulled his head lower as he unfastened each button. Once the blouse was open, he reverently pulled the pieces of fabric apart, revealing a white cotton blouse, unadorned, yet more beautiful than any expensive piece of lingerie he’d ever seen. She would look gorgeous wearing a paper sack.

“God, Laura, what you do to me,” he whispered as his lips found their way to the crest of one breast, taking the fabric-covered nipple into the hot cavern of his mouth, suckling deeply. Laura gasped as his erotic touch sent an electric jolt to the very core of her being. Her head began moving from side to side, her moans filling the closet and mingling with Stefan’s groans of desire.

He treated her other breast to the same attention, seemingly content to feast upon her beauty forever. But Laura couldn’t take the sweet torture any longer and pulled his face to hers, his chest to hers, as she looked deeply into his eyes. “Stefan, make love to me.”

And he did.

Their mouths met urgently, forcefully, feeding off of each other, tongues dueling in a delicious battle of desire. They couldn’t get enough of each other as they frantically undressed. Their lips only parted once, as Laura ripped Stefan’s sweater over his head, but they rejoined immediately and continued feasting.

When they were both nude, Laura raised her legs and wrapped them around Stefan’s waist tightly. His groan filled the closet as he reached between her legs to make sure she was ready for him. She was unbelievably hot and wet, ready for him as she always had been. His finger darted in and out, teasing her with the movements that were to come, making her gasp in shock and pleasure at how so small a motion could bring such ecstasy.

“Now. Now!” She whispered urgently drawing his hips closer, positioning him. He filled her in one long, sweet thrust, pounding her back to the door and making her scream in ecstasy. “God, yes. Oh, God, yes!”

“Laura! Laura, my love!” His thrusts were powerful, yet tender, as he filled her more deeply than ever before. His pace was rhythmic, making them shudder at how beautiful it felt to be joined once again in the act of love.

Minutes later, as he began to falter, his slim hips shaking with the force of his desire, Laura began moving hers of her own accord, arching to meet his thrusts, driving him even deeper into her velvety hot sheath. “Stefan, I love you!” she shouted as she attained that height, felt her insides shattering into a million pieces as her orgasm rocked her to the core. Stefan followed, able to hold off just long enough for Laura to catch her breath before he came into her, filling her completely.

Their lips were joined once again, nibbling, sipping, and treasuring the taste of each other. So absorbed were they in the afterglow of love, they never heard the door to the outer room slamming as Luke left, knowing he wasn’t needed any longer.

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