Disclaimer: Still don't own him, please don't sue me.
Distribution: my site, Tango's.
Rating: G
Summary: Sequel to A Little Conversation, Together Again, Uncertain, and Maybe. Steve presses Kat.

"Sweetheart," Steve said, leaning against the wall next to Kat's hotel room door. "How much longer are we going to drag this out?"
"As long as it is necessary," she answered, sliding her key card through the slot.
"Come on. A man can only withstand so much. How many more hoops do I have to jump through?"
Kat sighed and put her forehead down against the thick wood panel of her door. She turned to look at Steve and tried to smile at him.
"I'm sorry if I'm dragging this out Steve. But..."
"I know, I know, you want to be sure. But I feel like a teenager waiting for his girlfriend to wave him in for a home run. And worse part is, I already scored there before."
"Steve..."
"I know, I know, be patient."
Kat pulled away from the door and turned to him, putting her arm around his neck and drawing him for another kiss. And this time, she covered her breast with his hand, enjoying his touch to the point she was literally vibrating from it.
"There," she said with a grin, "now you can tell your little buddies that you went all the way to third base."
"Hate to disappoint you there Kat babe, but touching your tit ain't third base. It's second base."
"It is? Ah, who understands you Americans and your expressions? No other people would think of comparing lovemaking to baseball."
"Please, you speak French. French people never understood the beauty of baseball."
"I'm from Montreal, you oaf," she said with a grin, "we have a baseball team, you know."
"A team that stinks."
"A team nonetheless. Anyhow, Steve, I have to get to bed."
"To my bed?"
"You are such a big baby."
"And you want to make sure I sleep through the night so you'll sleep with me?"
"Good night Steve," she whispered, stepping into the room.
"If I have nightmares, it'll be on your head," he told her before the door closed.
Kat took off her high-heeled shoes and carefully made her way into the bedroom, being careful not to wake up her roommate Christine, a fellow dancer. She grabbed a tee-shirt out of her bag and went to the bathroom to get ready for bed. She slid into bed and was about to sink in a world where she was going to make love to the Texas Rattlesnake when the light went on.
"What the hell... Christine? Did I wake you up?"
"Nope." The smaller woman sat up in her bed, her hair in wild disarray around her pixish face, "I wanted to know how the date went."
"It went well."
"How good is well?"
"It's very good. I mean, Steve's a gentleman when he's with me and he's wearing me down, you know."
"So why not just give in?"
"I don't know. It's not that I don't want to give in, it's just that I don't want to make another mistake, you know."
"Don't you kind of love him though? Steve I mean?"
"Yeah. But the last time I gave in, I betrayed my commitment to Andrew and I kind of betrayed myself too."
"But you don't have to betray anyone this time around. There isn't anyone involved in this except you and him."
"I know."
"So? What are you waiting for? Cause let me tell you, if you don't, I think Norman will."
"Norman? He likes Steve?"
"Oh yeah. That man is lusting for your Rattlesnake."
"Decisions, decisions," growled Kat, pounding into her pillow before setting her head down. "And now, if I don't nab up Steve, Norman might step in and take him. How the hell did I get myself into this?"

Kat looked at her reflection in the mirror and attempted a confident smile. It didn't quite work out that way and came out in a frightening grimace.
"Ugh," she told herself, "what are you smiling for? They probably hated it and you're going to walk out of there crying."
And yet, she smoothed down her sleeveless knee-length dress, tucked an errant curl back into her businesslike bun and grabbed her purse and portfolio, not forgetting the long jacket that was a match for the dress.
And, so armed with the clothes that made her feel a bit stronger and more confident, Kat walked out of her hotel room and headed down to the lobby. Once there, she went up to Norman and put a light hand over his shoulder.
"I'm going," she said softly.
"All right, knock 'em dead."
"Will do. All of my stuff is packed, Christine will bring it along with her and I'll meet you at the airport. JFK, right?"
"Yeah. See you then."

Two hours later, Kat walked into the lounge where the WWF roster and dancers waited for their flight. She made a beeline for Norman whose head was bent in a hushed conversation with another dancer.
"Hey Norman," Kat whispered. "I made it on time."
"Hey you! Come here."
Norman quickly apologized to the other dancer and pulled Kat to a deserted area next to the bar.
"So? How did it go?"
"Well..."
"Do not keep me hanging girlfriend. You don't want to know how violent I can get."
"All right. I got it."
"You got it!"
Norman let out a loud shrieking sound that drew everyone's attention to them. He brought Kat down to his face and smacked three loud kisses on her face, two on her cheeks and one on her surprised, yet grinning, mouth.
"God, I am so proud of you I could damn well burst."
"Yeah, well, I'm pretty damn proud of myself."
"Good, you'd better be."
"All right guys," said Tamara, another dancer, as she came up to them. "What the hell is going on with the two of you?"
As Norman announced the news to the other dancers, the cheer that went up was louder and followed by exclamations of joy and good wishes.
"So what now?" asked Greg. "You going back home to Montreal to work?"
"No, I'm staying on the road with you guys. I can swing both."
"All right, what the hell was that all about?" asked Shane, looming over the assembled dancers. "My guys want to start dancing with you guys so they can have more fun. Now, what's the deal?"
"Well," Kat began, "I did something today-- something really special and important..."
"See," Norman interrupted her, "you're going to play with his mind and that's no fair. Shane, my man, you are looking at Jove Publications' newest writer. Kat, not me."
"What?"
"I sold my first novel," Kat finally said.
"Oh my God, Kat, that's fucking great!" Shane exclaimed, picking her up in his arms and twirling her around. "For real?"
"Yeah."
"This is fucking amazing. We've got ourselves a real life, bona fide, non-autobiographical writer on our hands. I am so proud of you."
"I'm really pleased with myself," the young woman grinned.
"Good, you should be."
"So," Steve asked, strutting over slowly, "what's going on?"
Suddenly, Kat found herself standing in front of Steve in a deserted part of the lounging as all of her friends deserted her. She looked up at him and couldn't stop herself from smiling. She hadn't stopped smiling since she'd shaken hands with her new editors.
"I got a book deal today," she explained.
"Huh? A book deal?"
"Yeah. I'm getting my first novel published in the next seven months and by then, they want my second novel to be done. Which won't be hard since most of it's already written."
"Let me get this straight-- you're going to get published? And you're now a professional writer?"
"Yeah."
Steve looked like someone had just punched him in the gut and he wouldn't look Kat straight in the eye.
"What gives?" she asked, angling his eyes back to hers. "You look like someone just killed your best friend."
"Nothing."
"Come on Steve, give over."
"I just got you back. I mean, we're nothing much, just really good friends but how can I expect to make anything of us if you're in Montreal while I'm bumming around the States? I mean, I thought you were warming up to me and that things were going somewhere."
"First of all, I'm not going anywhere, except Boston, as we're all supposed to. I am not going to leave this dancing gig. I'm just going to be going to New York a lot to go over things with my editor, that's all."
"You're not going to Montreal?"
"Not until I get time off, no."
"Oh."
"As for us getting closer, well, you're right, we are. And I like that. I really do. I mean, it took me a long time to finally come around but I have and I enjoy it."
"You came around? Since when and why the hell didn't I know about it?"
"Since now," she murmured, pressing her body against his.
Kat ran her hand over the smooth expanse of Steve's hand and brought his mouth down on top of hers. With everyone watching, she literally climbed on top of him, curling her long legs around his waist. He let her twine her body around his, her short dress tightening around her slim legs.
Finally, he pulled away from her and stared at her dark eyes.
"I don't know how I feel about public displays of affection," he grinned down at her, his blue eyes twinkling with humor.
"Oh really? Well, then, that might be a tiny little problem."
"Is that so?"
"Yeah. I was thinking we would have to make up all the time I wasted making up my mind about us."
"Is that so?"
"Oh yeah. And I get a feeling the nights aren't going to be enough."
Steve did this growl thing from deep inside his throat and Kat sagged against him, burying her face in the crook of his neck.
"I know it took me a long time to make up my mind but I wanted to be sure this was going to be right."
"And now you think it is right?"
"Yeah."
"Well, it's about god damn time! I was getting damn tired of sleeping alone. So do we start bunking as of tonight?"
Unable to do anything but laugh at Steve's words, Kat squeezed him a little tighter and turned around to find Norman and Shane highfiving each other. She tilted her head at them.
"We made a bet," Shane blurted out, his face red with embarrassment.
"A bet? About what?"
"About how long it would take the two of you to get together."
"Can you not keep a secret?" Norman hissed, smacking Shane upside the head.
"Who won?" Steve asked.
"I did."
"How much?"
"Two hundred and fifty bucks."
Steve snapped his fingers and Norman reluctantly slapped the bills into his open palm.
"This isn't fair, you know," he pouted.
"Y'all shouldn't gamble on me and my girl. You'll lose every time. Now honey, what do you think about me treating you to a nice restaurant as soon as we land in Boston?"
"That sounds rather wonderful," Kat whispered in Steve's ear, gently nibbling on it.
Norman and Shane watched the new couple walk away and highfived each other again. Money was inconsequential when their friend was finally happy.

Steve knocked on Kat's hotel room door and Christine and Tamara appeared, huge grins on their faces.
"He's here," they both shouted at the same time. "Hello Steve."
"Hey there. Is Kat ready?"
"Oh hi Steve," said Stephanie, coming out of the bathroom, "your date should be out in a few moments."
"Thanks."
And just as Steve was finally was sitting down on a couch, out came Kat from the bathroom. He shot up to his feet and gulped hard. He'd seen her look beautiful and until then, he thought she'd never looked as good as she had lying in his bed, her hair a mess from lovemaking covering his pillow. But when he saw her walk out of that room, her hair a mess of curls covering her shoulders and wearing that snakeskin skirt and jacket deal, he knew she'd reached a new height.
"Damn girl," he said, going over to her, "you're likely to give a man a heart attack."
"Is that something I'm going to have to worry about?" she asked, "what with you being such an old man and all?"
"You got a damn sassy mouth on you little girl."
"And you love that about me. Tamara, Christine, Steph, see you girls in the morning."
Steve almost swallowed his tongue at that and looked up at Kat, his eyes wide.
"What?" the young woman said, "you've been making all sorts of sexual innuendoes for the past month and I took it all in stride. It's about time you got a taste of your own medicine."
As she walked out of her dressing room, Steve's arm around her waist, Kat knew for sure that she's made the right decision about Steve. He was the right man for her.

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