« Hé... je vais t'aider à nettoyer la boîte de nuit »(Hey... i will help you with cleaning up the nightclub) the calm and warm voice of Sylvie Grateau broke the silence of the hot summer night and caused Laurents head to snap immediately in her direction because he did not expect her or better: He didn't expect anyone.
Immediately his face expression softened and a small thankful smile crept on his face, his eyes indicating comfort and admiration as he properly looked at her,
He knew the mess of the night he was surrounded with, which of course had to be cleaned up, before he could close the club and go home.
« Oh... c'est toi. Tu sais que tu n'as pas à le faire»(Oh... it's you! You know you don't have to) he breathed out the air and gifted he had held together, as his wife put herself to work, with a »Parce que je te laisserai seul avec ce gâchis et que je m'endormirai seul, quand je serai enfin avec TOI ? » (Because I will leave you alone with this mess and put myself to sleep alone, when I am finally with YOU?) stepping carefully over the shards of glass on the wooden floor of the beach club to pick them up
» Quelqu'un pourrait penser que les maires sont assez civilisés pour prendre soin de leur verre et ne pas simplement le « briser sur le sol » (Somebody could think the mayor part of the people are civilized enough to take care of their glass and not to just 'shatter it on the floor'")Sylvie rolled her eyes as she carefully picked up the big pieces with her bare hand and swiped the rest of the mess together
» Nous sommes dans un club de plage Lyvie... que penses-tu du degré de civilisation des gens qui viennent ici et qui décident de se faire tondre? » (We are in a beach club Lyvie... what do you think HOW civilized are the people exactly when coming here, deciding to get waisted?) Laurent slightly mocked her and gained a playfully warning, almost mockingly amused, flirting look from his beautiful wife who closed the plastic bag with the glass in it to bring it to the trash, which she did with her modle like walk and her sexy hip movements .
With a suppressed laugh he continued to clean the sticky plastic tables after looking after his gorgeous wife, while Sylvie returned and started to put the chairs together, to bring them into the club house.
At one point Laurent could not resist and stopped in his movements to admire his wife
She looked beautiful in the sun- dress and sandals, her curls all messy from the hot club night! He loved the Green sun dress with a deep V- collar and a skin fit skirt which defined her curves just perfect! Her wild curly hair flew untamed in the breeze from the sea, her strong upper arm muscles contracted and de contracted when she put jet another chair on the other and brought them in the house.
« Mon dieu, comme je l'aime » ( Oh god how I love her!) Laurent thought and stared at her, as she walked up to him again, with a slight smirk on her lips stopping just a few inchs before him, so the world suddenly stopped for both of them, as their gazes met with a intense force so both of them stopped in the thing they where doing.
« Danse avec moi Lyvie » (Dance with me Lyvie) Laurent used his old nickname for her, the second time this evening, stretching out his hand, to invite his wife to a dance with him here and now to the lovesong which just started.
« Nous devons encore nettoyer le club de pla... » (We still need to clean up the beach...) the parisian wanted to argue with her husband and point out that they still had to clean up the mess of the night, as Laurent just pulled her slim, in his eyes perfect, body to him.
From one second to the other she could feel his heartbeat and and his breath plus his scent was clouding her rationality ability to think clear.
» J'emmerde le nettoyage ! »( Fuck the cleaning!) the southener just rasped deeply in her ear and goosebumps appeared everywhere on her body while she felt heat pool in lightnings through her body.
Carefully she gulped down the lump, which had formed in her throat out of desire for her man
It was literally, as if a long drenched flame had caught fire again!
« Danser, ici et maintenant, dans le noir, sur la plage, avec mon mari «
where the only words left in her clouded brain, while she deeply starred in the eyes full of love and pleasure of Laurent, following his powerful, passionate steps, over the wooden floor right into the sandy beach. The music of the DJ box still in their ears leading their movements, over the beach.
Their hands where on each others shoulder-blades pulling each other closer and closer together.
Infact their bodies where so close together, their centers met, they could breath in each others scent, they drowned in each others eyes and Sylvie could feel her mans excitement for her very cleary, as their centers where glued together which gave her the opportunity to tease him with sensual hip movements.
As Laurent responded with a submissive groan, she hid her face in the strong torso of her man, muffling her girly giggle.
Mon dieu, she had almost forgotten how much she loved dancing with Laurent.
"If the world was ending, I'd wanna be next to you
If the party was over and our time on Earth was through
I′d wanna hold you just for a while and DIE WITH A SMILE...
the song was floating through the environment of the beach complex from St. Tropez who had went to sleep at 3 am. in the morning, leaving them as the only house with lights and music.
It was like a scene of a romantic movie and as they looked into each others eyes agan, they knew both of them would not have it any other way!
Drinking in the meaning of the song, Laurent suddenly realized that it represented his feelings for Sylvie. he loved her, he wanted her and " if the world was ending and their time on earth was through" he could not imagine being in a better place as in Sylvies arms. Wherever it may be.
He loved Sylvie... The wild spontaneous Sylvie who would always put on a Bikini to not miss a occasion to take a swim in the sea or dance with him barefoot on the beach at night, just enjoying the feeling of having him near her.
He loved the humble Sylvie who helped him clean up a nightclub at 3 am. even thought she, Sylvie Grateau, was the boss of the office in Paris of the american fashion marketing argency " Savoir"
And he treasured every moment when Sylvie showed this side to him. Which did NOT mean he did not value her success and her career in the profession she chose.
" So i am gonna love you every night like it's the last night... LIKE IT'S THE LAST NIGHT!
The powerful refrain reached their ears again, causing them to put even more desire and pleasure in their movements, while Laurent whispered exact the same words » Alors je vais t'aimer chaque nuit, comme si c'était la dernière » in french in Sylvies ear, causing her heartbeat to quicken breath to get heavy.
Slowly she lifted her head to look him in the eyes, in her eyes sparkled desire, longing and love, daring him to go ahead and make his words true. To make love on the beach to her, like they used to do it every night when they were young and head over heels in love.
Taking the hint of her deep look out of passion, Laurent just grabbed his wife by her hand, leading Sylvie more into the save darkness, near to the sea, before he encouraged her to drop down on her knees with him slowly, while he just leaned over and kissed her with a passionate, intense, longing kiss.
Oh mon dieu, for how long did he not kiss Sylvie, his own wife, like that!
He craved it... so much!
Eagerly he started to caress her perfect body and brushed off the strips of her dress revealing her naked breasts
« Pas de soutien-gorge... J'aime » (Naked... I like it) he just commented her appearance with a husky deep voice and a passionate gaze which roamed er free skin, immediately put himself to the task to worship her breasts fully, which caused a low long moan escape Sylvies mouth
« Oui » she just moaned deeply and arched her back in the direction of his hungry needy lips, closing her eyes with another low moan, her slim body shuddering in his hands out of desire.
" Oui... Oui... Oui" she managed to moan between his teasing kisses and licks already bringing her painfully close to the edge already only with his tongue on her breast
After a few seconds where she was completely submissive to him, she gained a bit of her dominance back, ripping apart his shirt with a fast, powerful hand movement so the buttons fell in all directions in the sand, followed by his T-Shirt, before she opened his belt and dragged down his trousers eagerly.
Fast Laurent got rid of her dress completely, revealing her underpants which he, after her provocative move with ripping his Shirt, just tore apart and threw next to the other clothes in the sand, beneath them.
Eagerly he pressed Sylvie down on the beach, climbing over her, just to enter her fully with a swift, fast, forcefully move.
Their exited, deep low moan merged in the following deep french kiss, while Sylvie searched something to hold on, to support his fast, deep trusts which caused her to scream in complete pleasure with every single trust.
With a swift move, Sylvie managed to turn them and mounted her husband eagerly, continuing with a sensual, smooth, hip movement, pressing herself more to him with every move.
« Lyv... Lyvie... si profond... si délicieux... si profond... Oui...Oui... Oui »(Lyv... Lyvie... so deep... so delicious... soo deep... Oui...Oui... Oui) Laurent managed to moan in between his deep moans, indicating for both, that he was already painfully close and so was she.
« Chut » (Shush) Sylvie just whispered and brought their torsos together for a deep intense kiss and to have something to hold on to each other as their hip movements got even more aggressive and intense, finally bringing both of them over the edge, TOGETHER
With their eyes and mouths wide open they fell over the edge with a deep low moan, their names on each others lips, before their bodies relaxed and caused them to fall next to each other in the warm sand both of them facing each other while they held each other tight during the aftermath, Laurent playing slowly and softly with Sylvies hair, bot of them trying to control their breathing and heartbeat again.
» Allons-y... nous avons un club de plage à nettoyer et à fermer. Je veux aller me coucher cette nuit ! ! »( Lets go... we have a beach club to clean up and close. I want to g to bed in THIS night!)
Sylvie chuckled lightly and sat up straight to dress, after a good while where they just layed in the sand naked, caressing, cuddling and kissing each other in their sweet aftermath bubble.
Sylvie didn't wanted to leave the cozy, warm arms of her man just now and her body showed her that immediately as she shivered from the light breeze of the sea, while putting on her dress, while Laurent just sat there, admiring her for a little while longer.
« Quoi ? » (What?) Sylvie asked chuckling like a teenage girl in love, still lightheaded from their intense love making prior.
» Tu es simplement très belle » ( You are just extremely gorgeous) Laurent answered with a slight smile gaining a almost annoyed eye roll from his extremely sexy wife, but this eyeroll was accompanied with a bright smile and a girly act of tucking a strand of her hair back behind her ear.
» Mets tes vêtements ! Allez ! « (Put your clothes on! Now) Sylvie giggled as she stood up and threw him his clothes, so he could put them on and help her finishing the work.
Laurent caught them with a grin and put them on while shaking her head in amusement before standing up by himself to finish the cleaning up together with his wife
Because Sylvie was right... They do needed to sleep! at least a few hours...
Notes:
I really put all my effort in this oneshot and I hope you all like the Laurent/Sylvie Oneshot
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