“You’re not supposed to be in here, remember?” Liv reminded Larry as he casually propped a hip against the bathroom counter.
He sighed impatiently, frowning down at her. Liv was reclined in the huge jacuzzi tub with a bath pillow supporting her neck and an iPad in her hands. Instead of locking them out to preserve her peace and quiet, she’d waited to see just how long it would take and which one would give in first. Of course it was Larry, and she was only off by about…oh…three minutes. It was all she could do to keep a straight face, watching him try to pull off Laurent’s nonchalance and failing miserably.
“I juss wanned to remin’ you we gotta ged ready for dinner soon,” he shrugged. “Wha’ you got?” he asked, motioning to the iPad.
“Porn,” she shrugged.
That face…ohmigod, I think I just broke Larry…
He lunged, grabbing the iPad and flipping it in his hands. He tilted his head like a puppy and scrunched his nose, causing that cute little crease between his eyebrows, and blinked a few times. Then as he figured it out, he rolled his eyes and handed it back to her, trying to suppress a grin.
“Why you watchin’ ‘at?”
“Porn,” she shrugged with a grin. “Now get out,” she ordered. “I have a surprise for you.”
“Ooooh, I’m en-reee-ged,” he grinned.
“I think they make a cream for that,” she snorted.
When Liv had packed for the trip, she’d managed to smuggle a few items for this very reason. And while she’d initially wanted to do it as an inside joke and a little surprise for the twins, she now stood in front of the mirror and barely recognized herself. In a good way. She never would have had the nerve to do this back home, but now she felt stronger rather than self-conscious.
Liv’s sage green bustier top went perfectly with the flowing wrap skirt that was a deep hyacinth purple. Liv tied it so that the long split down the side stopped just above mid thigh and the waist sat low on her hips, just like she’d done years ago. Both items were soft and made to move naturally with her body, and the colors complimented her hair, eyes, and complexion.
In contrast, rather than the Earthy shoes and accessories one would expect, Liv was wearing knee-high black boots that hugged her calves. She had an assortment of black and silver bangle bracelets and a few mismatched silver necklaces. Her usual wild auburn waves were now sleek but just as full and free. And she’d kept her usual natural look but added a smoky eye for effect. No fake lashes or any of that shit. Just enough to make her eyes stand out and add a little something extra.
The woman in the mirror was a revelation to Liv…an ally she was going to need for the struggles ahead.
As soon as she opened the door, they looked up from where they’d been reclining on the bed, watching TV.
“Is tha’…?” Laurent trailed off with a quirked eyebrow. Of course, he’d be the one to pick up on it right away.
“Wha’?” Larry asked, eyes still raking over her.
“One of my old dance outfits.”
“There’s more? We can juss get room service, you know,” Larry grinned. “Oh! Show ‘im you porn!” he smiled proudly.
Going out with the twins was a very different experience from spending the day with them or going to the studio, and Liv was simply following their lead. To them it seemed a matter of common sense. She had her place in their life now and that’s where she would stay. No permission required or explanation needed. They didn’t make a big deal, and they weren’t rude about it. They simply streamlined her into where they wanted her to be…which was confusing as fuck for a lot of people.
Walking into the restaurant, it was Laurent who snagged her fingers loosely, stroking her with his thumb as he led the way. Larry followed, his hand at her hip, thumb continually sweeping the skin exposed there. They were always connected, always encouraging, always reminding her of who she was to them and why she was there, even in just the smallest ways.
Some people had noticed them and a man in the back stood to wave them over. There was a circular booth of five or six people the twins seemed to know, all motioning for them to join. The twins smiled and waved back but they looked down at Liv, gauging her comfort level.
“I’m good. Whatever you wanna do,” she said with a shrug.
They looked at one another with a nod, decision made. As they headed over, everyone at the table apparently shuffled so the three of them could have part of the booth side of the large table. And there were definitely subtle glances with the seating arrangement.
Introductions were made in true Les Twins chaotic fashion, meaning there wasn’t a chance in hell Liv was gonna remember who anybody was. At least, not anytime soon. There were three guys, two girls, all of whom were from the dance community…shocker. The twins told the dramatic story of how Liv “rescued” them and how Larry was now a proud fluffy Mommy. Everyone else told stories of the guys’ antics, and Liv found herself joining in, finishing others’ sentences about ridiculous shit the twins often did, and explaining that she did not actually have a “demon cock”. What she had was an angry rooster. Larry still disagreed.
While the group often discussed things Liv knew nothing about, she enjoyed learning or just watching them interact. The only thing that really stuck out was that one of the girls had a tendency to bring up stories involving women, whether it be exes or club drama or whatever. Everyone else at the table, Larry and Laurent especially, just deflected and moved on…not ignoring the existence of those events but not dwelling on them either. And it didn’t really bother Liv because that was their past. She’d known they had one. She had her own. But they were together now, present and future. Hell, at one point Liv mentioned Laurent dancing with Kris, saying it was probably the most erotic experience of Kris’s life. That earned her a heated stare from Laurent and a squeeze from Larry.
Now that they were with friends, people who actually knew them, the shift in dynamic didn’t go unnoticed. The affection between the brothers had always been there on display, and nothing about it had changed. But now Liv was included. She wasn’t just along for the ride as so many others had been…sometimes shown attention and sometimes getting in the way. Liv was actually a part of their energy. She fit into the communication between them somehow, and that drew attention more than anything else. And so with their mutual affection for her…
Everybody was dying to know. Nobody wanted to be the one to ask.
“So, do you dance, Liv?” one of the guys spoke up.
“No,” she answered quickly, shaking her head. “I mean, other than just for fun.”
“Yes, she do,” Laurent corrected.
“An’ she better than she think,” Larry said matter-of-factly.
“She sing, too,” Laurent grinned.
“What? No, I don’t!” Her head swiveled like a freaking owl at that one.
“Oh, yeah you do. You louder than tha’ music when you innit, mon tresor,” he said with a wink.
Fuck.
“This is not a thing, Lau. Do not turn this into a thing. I see those insane wheels already spinning out of control in that crazy head of yours, and you need some WD-40 ‘cause with those screws loose I can practically smell smoke. No! Just…no!” Liv held up a finger in warning as she backed into Larry, not giving a good goddamn that they were in front of an audience.
“Okay,” he shrugged.
“Okay? You promise?” she asked in disbelief.
“I promise,” he agreed much too readily, but his smile was genuine, so maybe he had his reasons. Thank fuck for that.
“But—”
“See, I knew it.” She held up an accusing finger and looked across the table. “You see? He does this. Every fucking time. It’s not fair.”
Larry wrapped his arms around her from behind with a chuckle. “Wou’ you calm down, ma belle? You ackin’ like Charlie a’ baff time.”
“Wait, when did you— You know what? Nevermind,” she said with a shake of her head as Laurent grabbed her hand and tugged her forward.
“I juss want you to dance wi’ me. Please?” he asked with his best puppy dog eyes.
“You two can be manipulative as hell when you want to be, you know that, right?” she asked with a cocked eyebrow.
Laurent nodded his head yes while answering, “Noooooo…”
Finally cracking a grin, she pressed a quick kiss to his lips. “Yes, you walking, talking mindfuck, I will dance with you.”
“Ay!”
“You, too, babydoll,” she grinned over her shoulder.
As Liv sat there wishing spontaneous teleportation was a thing, Laurent slid her glass in her direction. “Finish you drink and leh’s go,” Laurent said with a grin.
Wait…why do I need more alcohol?
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