Connected Lives (a Les Twins FanFiction)

Chapter 35

"Have you heard from him yet?"

Laurent pulled his gaze in from the distance and smiled over to Sarah. "Yeah, yeah, he's good. He'll be here in a bit."

"Good." Sarah paused, she wanted to say more but realized she didn't know what else to say. Hell, she wanted to do more, but she wasn't going to say that. At least not yet. Laurent made to walk away, but before he could, she spoke up. "Would you like some orange juice?" Sarah, really, orange juice? It was not what she wanted to say, she had just been trying to stall him so she could feast her eyes on him a little longer. She was leaving - on her little "getaway" - before daybreak tomorrow so would not see him again until she arrived at the club.

Her question had amused Laurent to no end. The hungry expression on her face amused him even more. Something had shifted since he had caught her fantasizing by the stairs. Rather than trying to retreat from her attraction to him, she seemed to embrace it. He felt her eyes roaming over his body unapologetically. So he did what anyone, or at least him, would do, he walked close to her, leaned against the counter, and asked, straight-faced, "Do you like to squeeze the oranges yourself? Like them big and juicy?" He was impressed with his self-control, especially considering the look on Sarah's face.

"Oh my god, did you really just say that? You are such a dork!" she laughed, shaking her head.

"What! I like fresh squeezed!" he exclaimed with mock innocence and a smile. "But yeah, I'd like some of whatever you're offering."

Before he could see her flush red, Sarah grabbed a glass and a pitcher from the fridge. As she poured, the rich, sweet aroma drifted to him. He reached for the glass, but instead of handing it to him, Sarah came to where he was perched on a bar stool. With sexy stealth she pushed between his legs then slid the glass along the counter into his hand. She did not let go when his fingers wrapped around it. They watched each other with heightened senses. Her lips parted when he ran his other hand from his leg to her outer thigh, coming to rest at her hip, his long fingers lightly gripping her. Her pupils dilated rapidly and he watched the artery in her neck trob harder with her heartbeat. Yep, now I'm turned on.

She leaned closer to him,"I'm headed out for a little...getaway. While you guys are in Germany."

He pulled her hip firmly, pressing her into him, all of him, a little harder. "I knew you would come." He felt her tense slightly under his fingers, so I was right. But when she did not respond he felt a touch of apprehension. "Maybe I was wrong?" It was more a statement than a question.

Sarah still said nothing. Instead she pressed herself to him even more. She started moving her fingers up his arm, sending streaks of heat along his skin. The way her breath had started coming in quiet pants as her touch became more bold finally pushed him over the edge. Standing quickly, he brought his hands to Sarah's face, turning her so that her back now arched against the cold edge of the counter. His lips came down hard on hers, almost painfully, and she loved it. Her hands ran down his chest to his flat, hard abs then lower still. The kiss was hungry and messy, teeth clicking together, gasping breath. Sarah reached down, clawing at the bottom of Laurent shirt, pulling it upward as he lifted his arms. They broke apart only long enough for him to pull it the rest of the way over his head before they crashed together again. Laurent lifted Sarah to the edge of the countertop, his lips moving to her jawline and starting down her neck. Then he went dead still.

I'm back, at my place.

Sarah did not understand why he had stopped until he stood slowly, letting his lips brush lightly over her skin along the way, and their eyes met. Ah, Larry is back, she did not know how she knew, but she knew she was right. He had paused barely a breath, but the look on his face told her he had been far away. It really is amazing, she thought, but why now, of all times! Likely it was so natural to the twins that it did not even occur to them that anyone would notice their brief absences. Like breathing, you have control over it when you want, but you breath whether you are thinking about it or not. And others are not conscious of your breathing, it is just unconsciously assumed that if someone is alive, they must be breathing.

With great reluctance, Sarah eased down from the counter, longing to be trapped by his legs again the moment he stepped back. The air felt cold and harsh as it pulled the heat from where their bodies had touched. He had stepped back easily. He did not want to, but he knew Larry needed him.

"Go. I know he is back." Her statement surprised him, but he didn't have time to explore it further. Instead, he reached up and let his fingers stroke down Sarah's silky cheek. He savored her soft intake of breath and flutter of her lashes.

Lau?

Larry's call halted him and he slammed the door on everything else. Sarah felt the abrupt shift. It was a bit shocking and, admittedly, disappointing, but she knew there was no use fighting it. She deftly stepped away from Laurent's touch and with a hand on his chest she said simply, "Kill it this weekend." He smiled and walked away, out of sight before she could blink.