So, Here I Am

Chapter Twenty Eight L.A.

It had been a while since Maggie had been to L.A. She loved flying, and one of her treats, guilty pleasures, was to fly First Class.  Her favourite thing to do at check in was to ask, firstly, if there were any vacant seats in First.  Then she would ask if there were any celebrations in coach, a significant birthday, a honeymoon, an anniversary.  If the answer to both was yes, she would pay for the party in question to be upgraded, return.  She had been upgraded once, and never forgot the kindness of the person who did it, never forgot the experience.  So every flight she took, she would upgrade someone, on the condition she would remain anonymous.

Her flight was uneventful, and she thought about Laurent, and how he had changed. He was lighter somehow, happier, not quite so serious.

"Because of you, purely because of you" he had told her during one of their calls.

Her flight was landing late that evening, and Laurent had told her he would be doing a late photo shoot, and couldn't meet her from the airport, but that Larry and Issy would.  When Larry saw her, he came running over to her like the giant puppy he was, exagerating his run for effect, scooped her up, and swung her around until they were both dizzy.

Maggie "Man, you're strong.  Hello, Larrbear, how are you ?", she said as he showered her face with kisses.

"Better now you're here!" his face lit up.

A little girl appeared at his side, smiling almost as much as Larry, and Maggie realised this must be Issy.  Larry was just about to introduce her, when Maggie interrupted him.  She gave Issy a huge hug, saying

"I know who she is. This is the woman who tamed the bear. Well done, girlfriend, I am impressed" she says to Issy, still holding her hands. Larry carried her bags to the car, and they dropped Maggie off at Laurents apartment.

Larry "He'll be back soon, he's just finishing up. Just go on in, make yourself at home. Have fun" She didn't notice that Larry and Issy were grinning at each other like Cheshire cats. Have fun ? Why hadn't Laurent called or texted to tell her that ?  Never mind, a few minutes to decompress before she saw him again wouldn't hurt.  She took the elevator to the top floor, and found Laurent's apartment door unlocked, and went in.  She dropped her bag and coat, noticed the lights were low, and it smelt wonderful.

It smelt like him.

She walked over to the kitchen thinking she could kill a cup of tea.  She shuffled from cupboard to cupboard, found a mug, and made her tea.  Then she plopped down on the sofa, thinking she'd watch some mindless T.V. that Americans were so good at.  Realising she was nodding off, she got up to go to the bathroom to freshen up, when she heard a cough.   She looked around, surprised, to listen to where it came from. 

"Hmn, hmn" it sounded like someone clearing their throat.

She made her way to the bedroom, and very cautiously, slowly, pushed open the door.

What greeted her was a sight to behold, and she had to physically put her hand to her mouth to stop herself from laughing out loud. She couldn't however, stop the snorting noise coming out of her nose.  Laurent was sat on the bed, legs crossed at the ankles, a red rose between his teeth, wearing a white shirt collar and black bow tie, and a smile.

That was it.

Nothing else.

Nada.

Zip.

Laurent "How was your flight, sweetheart?", he rasped, trying to sound sexy, pretty woman like, and frowning as he pricked his finger on a thorn from the rose as he removed it from his teeth.  Maggie was audibly laughing now, still snorting softly, shaking her head from side to side.

Laurent "Doesn't this do it for you ?" He pretended to be upset, pouting

"Isn't this what "couples" do?", he said grinning.

The whole thing was meant to be a little corny, tongue in cheek, to break any ice there may have been between them, this being their first meeting since being at Mama B's house in Paris.  But there wasn't any ice, not even a coolness between them.  It was just as hot as it had always been.  She loved the fact that he was prepared to be silly, to make her feel at ease.  Maggie motioned to him to stay where he was. If he could do this for her, the least she could do was to reward him for his efforts.

Standing away from the end of the bed, but directly facing him, she lowered her head, but still kept eye contact. She pulled the zipper down on her skirt, letting it fall to the ground, revealing black lace panties.  She undid the buttons of her shirt, slowly, carefully, not averting her gaze from his, taking pleasure in watching him watch her undressing for him.   She was flirting, playing with him, still slightly tongue in cheek, exaggerating her moves, while playing the twins version of "Careless Whisper" in her head.    She was giggling to herself at the thought.

She let her silk shirt fall off her shoulders to reveal a matching black lace bra.  Laurent was positively salivating now, bemoaning the fact that his rather large soldier was standing to attention.   She walked slowly, purposefully, to the end of the bed, still looking Laurent directly in his eyes.  Placing one foot in front of the other, drawing out his painful pleasure for as long as she could.  He started to move towards her, but she put up her hand to him with a sharp

"Aah !"

He groaned in frustration, a pained frown on his face, but with a smile starting at the corners of his mouth, licking his lips in anticipation.  She had reached the end of the bed.  She put one hand, then the other, then one knee, then the other, on the bed, as if to crawl up the bed towards him.  None of this could be remotely sexy, she was thinking, but Laurent's posture, breathing, and dick were telling her otherwise.  She was still trying not to laugh.

She started to crawl up the bed, over the top of his body, as slowly as humanly possible. She kept her body low, so that her breasts would ever so lightly brush everything on her way to him, his toes, his legs, his thighs, and his now pulsating dick.  She started to laugh, knowing the pain and frustration flowing from his brain to ..... everywhere.  Maybe his brain wasn't even involved at all.  All he could do was moan about it.  He moved his hands to touch himself, but she pushed them away with a

"NO ! Deal with it !"

"AAaarrgghh !! Please, Maggie ! I can't take it ! This isn't fair !"

"All's fair in love and war" she replied.

He clutched his hands behind his head, willing himself, forcing himself not to touch himself or Maggie. Then, with the lightest touch she could muster, she touched the slit in the top of his dick with her tongue, and that was the end for Laurent.  His senses were already in overdrive, now he just wanted to explode.  He roughly pulled her up to him until they were face to face, and kissed her so passionately, so forcefully, he thought his head would explode.  After what seemed like hours, he gently pulled her face away from his, and still in the same vein of silliness with which this all started, he looked her in her eyes and said, simply

"Hello"

"Hello" she replied, smiling at him. "I'm going to take a shower"

She got up from him, and walked slowly, seductively to the bathroom, Laurent literally running to catch up.