HEAL

22 -- ALL'S WELL, THAT ENDS.

Charlie's eyes slowly flickered open, taking in the quiet around her.  She was warm and comfortable, the bed astonishingly soft and squishy around her.  She slowly turned over to her left, seeing the handsome face still sleeping next to her.  Larry looked even more gorgeous asleep, his features relaxed, his expression, peaceful.  --  How in the world  --  she thought to herself  --  did I get so lucky ?  --  She leaned over to kiss his cheek before getting out of bed to pay a visit, realising she was naked.  Memories of last night flooded her mind, making her cheese uncontrollably.  Their first time making love was everything she thought it would be, and more. Larry had been so gentle, and generous and so attentive, at first.  Then, all heaven broke loose.  Their kisses turned passionate and fiery, Larry grabbing every part of her body to get closer to it, to kiss it, to enter it, to literally make love to it, roughly and passionately.  When, after hours, they were both spent, they fell asleep just before it got light.  

God knows what time it was now.  Noon, it was noon.  Charlie couldn't persuade herself that it was time wasted, though.  No time spent with Larry was ever wasted.  She found a toweling robe in the bathroom, and scrutinized the pretty girl looking back at her from the huge ornate mirror, as if she didn't belong there.  Her eyes were drawn to her left arm and hand, withered slightly, bent and crooked, useless.  She moved backwards awkwardly, limping, her left leg weak and useless too.  But Larry loved her anyway.  He treated her and her useless appendages like they were his world, with care and concern, and love.  Probably more than she loved them, or herself.  She heard the comforter rustle in the other room, and went out to find Larry propped up on the pillows slightly, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, the muscles on his arms and chest flexing, his twists comically jiggling around his face.  Just how did she get this lucky ?  

"Good morning, sorry, afternoon, Mr. Bourgeois."  She slowly crept over to him, climbing on the bed at his side.  He smiled, knowing what she was angling for.  And this morning, sorry, afternoon, for as long as the honeymoon period lasted, he would give her what she wanted.  

"Good .... afternoon ?  Seriously ?"  Charlie nodded.  "Mrs Bourgeois.  Mrs Charlotte Avery Bourgeois.  Mrs Larry Bourgeois."  He kissed her sweetly as she snuggled more into his side.

"What do you wanna do today ?"  he asked.

"Right now ?  Eat.  I'm starving."  

"Yeah, me too."  

"What a shocker !"  He kissed her smiling cheeks again.  Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.  All he had to do was not think about, or see, his brother, ever again.  

Simple. 

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"Laurent, stop.  I know it's driving you crazy, it's driving me crazy too, but there's not much we can do about it now.  Trust Harrison."  Laurent had been pacing the room, stopping to sit for all of 5 seconds.  Then pacing again, then watching T.V., for all of another 5 seconds.  Then pacing again.  Plans hadn't been finalized, he didn't know what the approach was going to be, exactly.  Would they just get Larry and Charlie out of there, away from the crazy man.  Did they want to use Larry and Charlie, or Laurent, as bait, and lure Marcus to them ?  Would Laurent just go up to Larry and ask him to come home ?  He didn't know.  But he did trust Harrison to work it out.  Laurent's phone buzzed, and he leapt to answer it.

"Yes !"

"We're on the move.  I'm outside, quickly."  Harrison didn't kid when things got rolling.  Laurent and Evelyn grabbed their stuff, and shot out of the room, the door slamming behind them.