Ratatouille - Fifty Shades Style
The Story of Larousse & Louise
Chapter 2
It was 10pm sharp and Larousse was standing at the back exit of Gusteau's dressed in his casual black shirt and jeans. I walked across the now closed kitchen to meet him after frantically re-applying my make-up and pulling my ponytail out so that my long red locks flowed over my shoulders in the staff changing rooms. Now I felt more at ease with myself, I was always more comfortable in my own style of clothes for some reason.
"Hey, you. Wow, I never noticed how long your hair actually was, it's tres attirante." Larousse gushed.
"Thanks." I replied, trying not to let myself blush as I came to stand beside him. He just smiled, then we walked to the little street by the side of the restaurant and down onto the main road, where Larousse waved down a passing taxi.
Once we were in the taxi, Larousse spoke to the driver in French and then we started driving off further into the centre of the city. At last the taxi pulled up outside a fancy, multi-story bar called 'La Vue'. We got out and entered it's flashy modern looking reception.
"Wow, this looks so fancy!" I exclaimed,
"Just wait til you see where we are going then." Larousse urged, as he led me upto the elevators, his hand rested on the small of my back. Shivers ran down my spine yet again at his mere touch.
Once in the elevator, we started rising up and up until we got to the very top level. The doors then pinged open and out we walked into a very ultra-chic looking bar, everything was white. The bar, the stools, the tables & chairs with the lights shining an intense violet/purple colour, that illuminated everything as though it was under a UV bulb. But the best bit was the huge floor to ceiling window that ran across one whole side of the wall, exposing the most beautiful view of Paris, including the famous Eifle-Tower on the horizon, lit up at night.
"Oh my Go…" I began,
"Nice, isn't it." Larousse interrupted, I could only stand and stare with my mouth hanging open slightly. I turned my gaze to Larousse,
"Is this not going to cost you a fortune?" I managed to say after a few minutes of speechlessness. Being a garde manger chef wasn't exactly a top-paid profession, and I couldn't help feeling a little uncomfortable at the thought of him spending all that money on just taking me for a drink.
"Don't worry about the cost, and for a beautiful girl like yourself, you're worth it." he smiled again, that twinkle appearing in his eyes yet again. "Now what would you like me to order you, while you go find a seat you'd like?"
"Erm, do they sell Sex on the Beach Cocktails ?" I asked nervously,
"I'm not sure, I'll ask for you though." he replied, and with that he set off to the bar leaving me to find a nice table right next to the big window, with a little pink candle burning in the centre.
As I sat down, I tried to take in all this beautiful scenery of Paris at night, now I realised why they called it the most romantic city in the world. I was adamant that I was going half on the bill though, I couldn't just let poor Larousse foot this bill himself, that would be so stuck-up of me and I was anything but stuck-up. After a few minutes Larousse reappeared with 2 glasses in his hands. 1 was a tall cocktail glass with the unmistakeable pinkish-cream liquid that was a Sex on the Beach. The other was a pint of beer.
"Oh thank you so much." I smiled "How much is that I owe you? I really insist that I go half on this bill." I declared.
"Your welcome, and please don't worry about it. A man always pays on the first date." he answered. I tried insisting a few times more, but he was having none of it. Soon we were deep in a conversation about our lives.
I learned that Larousse was born in a small town not far from Paris called Chemille. He left school at 17 to join the French armed forces, which lead him to his involvement with the French Resistance. After he'd left the resistance he managed to get a job working as a chef with his old school friend Gusteau and he'd been working there ever since. He never really had any serious relationships throughout his life and had been single for the last few years without any luck before going on this date, but it's something he had always valued as important. Always wanting to settle down, compared to the other men his age who just wanted to sew their wild seeds. Soon after he was wanting to know about my life,
"Well, I was born in a town called Greenock in the West Coast of Scotland." I began.
"Went through all my school years being quite quiet, but totally horse obsessed. I used to go riding once a week with my friend, Carole. And after I left high school at 16, I wanted to go on to a college in Edinburgh to do Equine Studies. But inbetween that I got into the party scene and started using Ecstasy a lot, that blew up my plans of college because I missed my start-intro from always being out clubbing or at house parties. So now, at 18 years old I came across this opportunity to do work experience as a chef in France. And well, I snatched up the chance as you can see because I'm sitting here now with you. *Hee hee*. I've got a little bedsit apartment to call my own for these 6 months before I have to go back home." I explained.
We chatted and chatted on for what seemed like an eternity, and I felt all the first date nerves start to melt away. It had now gotten to the point where Larousse and I were sitting so close, just gazing into each other's eyes longingly with the Parisian night-scenery as our backdrop. It was then that we shared our first kiss. Larousse moved in, cupping my face in his hands whilst rubbing my cheek he leaned in and our lips met. I closed my eyes and guided my tounge against his. There was an overwhelming charge of electricity between us, as I got into the motion and put my arms around his neck, rubbing against his stubbly cheek.
"I don't know about you, but these cocktails are going straight to my head." I giggled suggestively, I wasn't anywhere near being drunk, but I thought this a good time to make a move, as the feelings of lust were getting too much to bear.
"Well, we could always go back to mine." Larousse grinned, as it dawned on him what I really meant. Oh, his French accent was driving me crazy with desire !
"Hmm, lets.." I groaned into his ear.
So up we got and made our way back to the elevator, once inside it was like he couldn't help himself. He pushed me up against the wall and kissed me even more passionately than before. His body pressed against mine and I let my hands rub all over him, taking in the feel of his body. He was hard as a rock down there too and I felt myself quiver at the feel of it pressing against my stomach. Then the doors pinged open again and we had to leave our embrace to go and find a taxi.
