Through the Fire (a Les Twins fanfic)

Chapter 11: Keep It In the Closet

"What's mine is mine and what's yours is mine."—ancient African-American proverb

Across the room Shauna was giving Larry a run for his money on the dance floor.

"What?  That's all you got?!"  She shouted over the music and writhed in front him daring him to go in on her.

Larry tried to restrain himself, leaving a space between their bodies instead of closing the gap with a pelvic thrust and absolutely dominating her like he normally would.

He gritted his teeth and yelled back.  "Girl, you crazy!"

"Yeah, that's what they tell me."  She left the dance circle and twisted her narrow hips towards the bar.

Larry followed her.  Exactly why he was following her, he wasn't sure.  Walking through the crowd she was drawing plenty of appreciative looks in her painted-on white dress.  Of course, Larry instinctively knew no other guys would approach her with him around.  He knew it, but he told himself he didn't care like that.  He was only trying to protect her for...reasons. Yeah, that was it.

Shauna swiped a fancy drink glass with sugar around the rim from a tray at the bar and kept walking.

Larry sped up and moved in front of her blocking her path.  "Wait...where you going?"

"To the pool."

"Really?  I hope you know you got on too many clothes."  He smirked with a condescending tone.

"I've been to house parties before Mr. Know It All."  She licked the edge of her drink glass seductively and held up her handbag.  "I came prepared."

She side-stepped him and went out the glass doors leading to the pool area. Larry waved his hand dismissively at her receding figure.  Forget this.  If she wanted to take her little self out there and try to swim with the big fish he wasn't going to stop her.  He started back towards the dance floor, but halfway there he got a visual in his head.

Shauna's purse wasn't that large which meant that whatever bathing suit she put in there had to be very small.  All he could think about was her prancing around the pool in it looking like fresh meat while a bunch of slick dudes descended on her like a pack of vultures.

"Merde,"  he cursed to himself and went to find her.  This crazy damn girl is gonna be the death of me.

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Meanwhile, Gabby and Laurent were about two seconds away from getting into a full blown argument.  He had made a comment about her outfit showing off his goods and it all went downhill from there.

"I can see you don't want me here.  I shouldn't have come."  She stalked angrily down a long hallway to the coat closet.  "I'm going to find my sister then I'm leaving."

"You really think I don't want you here?"  Laurent followed her in and pulled the door shut to mute the blare of the music outside.

"I don't know what to think.  You didn't even ask me to come with you."  She snatched her coat off one of the racks.  "If you want to be out by yourself looking single...whatever...I don't care."

He cornered her.  "You wanna know what goes through my head when I see you here?"

She crossed her arms across her chest and shrugged.

"To you, it's a party.  To me, it's my job.  But I can't do my job because while I'm dancing other guys are looking at this,"  he pushed her against the wall and palmed her ass then ran his hand up over her waist to cup one of her breasts.  "And these."

"These are for my eyes only."  His voice dropped to a harsh whisper as he lightly gripped her neck and rubbed it with his thumb staring her dead in the eyes the whole time.  "You're mine. I don't like to share."

Her chin tilted up at a sharp angle from him forcing her head back and she met his eyes boldly.  "I don't like to share you either."

He kissed her deeply.  "I promise, baby, you're not."

Gabby dropped her coat on the floor.  Laurent picked her up and pinned her to the wall.

I can't believe we're doing this in Luda's closet, she thought as she dug her nails into Laurent's back and bit his shoulder to muffle a moan.  

She wouldn't be crashing any more parties, but the punishment was oh so good.

****

By the time Larry reached the pool Shauna was coming out of the changing room in a yellow bikini showing off her hidden bellybutton ring.  Thankfully she at least had on a thin crop shirt covering her top half.  Relieved, he struck up a conversation with some dude about a dance battle as an excuse to watch her out of the corner of his eye.

She waded into the shallow end and within a few minutes she had instigated a water volleyball game between the models and video vixens.  Larry was intrigued by her ability to be cool, fun, and classy at the same time.

Shauna came out of the pool and approached him dripping wet.  The guy he was talking to honored the man code by lowering his eyes.

"Can you please pass me a towel?"

Larry realized he wasn't actually any closer to the towels than she was, but the way her now see-through shirt was sticking to her chest he wanted her covered.

"Here."  He stretched to grab one and handed it to her.  She demurely turned her back and waited.  Larry took the hint and unfolded the towel then draped it over her shoulders.

"Merci."  Shauna winked and strode off to go talk to one of her newly found stripper friends about the best place in the city to get nail designs.

Larry just stood there wondering what had happened to his game and where he could get some more A.S.A.P.