Chance Encounter

She grinned fiercely, backing herself up against a wall.
‘What I’m “blathering about”,’ she answered him, ‘is that I think you should stop standing around and looking pretty, and actually do something to earn my extraordinary kindness.’
He stepped towards her, his muscles shifting fluidly beneath his naked skin.
‘Are you going to take your clothes off, too?’
She raised an eyebrow. ‘Do you think that would help?’
He reached out with the back of one hand to brush the inside of her thigh. She lowered her eyes as he stroked the hand, with the lightest touch, over her holsters and up to the hem of her shorts, along the seam to the crotch where it lingered, palm up, feeling the warmth of her through her clothes as she had done to him previously. She struggled to regulate her breathing as the flutter in her faintly teased clitoris began to grow into a throb. She imagined bucking and grinding against the beautiful, naked boy’s hand, imagined him pushing her against the wall, rubbing her hard until she came into her shorts. But that wasn’t enough. Oh no, not nearly enough. And for everything she wanted to do, she was going to have to be at least partially naked...
He answered for her, running his feather light touch up her fly.
‘I don’t think it would hurt. Do you?’

He made easy work of the button on her waistband, but frowned at the zip of the fly. She guided his hand, helping him to pull the zip down. He laughed a little at the contraption, and the satisfying sound it made, and pulled it up and down another couple of times.
She cleared her throat, impatiently.
‘Sorry,’ he smiled, ‘but that might be the best thing I ever saw.’
‘You wait til you see what I keep underneath it,’ she replied with a smirk.
‘Right,’ he answered, moving on to the buckles of the holsters around her thighs which, again, he dealt with swiftly and easily, tossing them both to the floor.
He looked at her, gently prizing her fly apart with his fingers, revealing the slight curve of her lower belly and the thin black fabric of her underwear. He brushed a thumb down the gap, feeling the texture of her tightly curled pubic hair beneath the knickers.
She shrugged. ‘Practical Underwear, I’m afraid. When I dressed today I thought I was going on an excavation, not a date.’ She continued talking as he slowly turned her around, watching her legs and bottom as they moved. ‘And I’d better warn you, it’s probably best to take my bra off at the same time as my vest. It’s impossible to get a bra that’s both pretty and supportive when you’re over a D cup, so I usually go for the latter... what are you doing...?’
He was running his hands over the large inward curve between her slim waist and her wide hips, pushing her shorts down a little more each time he did.
‘I like your bottom,’ he explained.
‘Thankyou. Yours isn’t bad either.’
‘Comes from lots of climbing.’
She nodded. ‘Me too.’

She found herself allowing him to guide her by the hips to the floor. Silently he positioned her unprotesting form onto all fours, with her back to him.
*I’m starting to get the feeling that this kid might actually know what he’s doing...*
Wordlessly, he pulled at her shorts and underpants together, exposing her to him, buttocks first.
*Little Bastard’s turned the tables on me!*
He said nothing, but merely sighed in appreciation, pushing her garments down to the crook of her knees and gently stroking the curves of her upturned backside.
‘Just so you know where you stand,’ she murmured sweetly to him, ‘if you attempt to insert anything into my arse, I will fully castrate you, and brutally sodomise you with a shotgun, a cutlass and your own severed penis.’
‘It didn’t cross my mind for so much as a second,’ he purred.
‘Then why have you put me in this posit... oh...’
She was cut off suddenly as he pushed his face against her buttocks, reaching his long tongue between her parted thighs, and lashed his tongue along the lips of her pussy.
‘...oooohhhhhhhhh...’
‘Lost for words, Lady?’ he mumbled into her crotch.
She nodded, and gasped as he did it again, much slower and much harder. She felt him laugh a little against her flesh, bit didn’t care any more. She curved her spine inwards, pushing her pudenda against his hot, wet mouth. She concentrated on the sensation as he flicked his tongue against her clitoris, then the opening to her vagina, then her clitoris again, gnawing gently on the lips of her vulva as he did so.
‘Mmmm.’ She arched herself upright, and he pulled her shorts and underpants over her boots, then twisted onto his back, so that she was kneeling up, straddling his face. ‘Oh, good boy. Good boy!’
He took her buttocks into his hands, pulling her down onto his waiting lips, pushing his tongue deep into her cunt. Biting her lip, fighting to hold off an early orgasm, she flailed her hands behind her, searching blindly with her fingers for his hot flesh. An idea struck her, and she pulled away from him, momentarily.
He tutted slightly, beneath her as she turned herself round to face his prostrate, naked body, but when she lay forward on top of him he was silenced. He found the velvet warmth of her pussy again and continued to kiss and lick at it. She nibbled delicately at his darkly haired naval, tickling her hands fondly over his hips, then let her fingertips play lightly over his penis. It was wonderfully hot and smooth, the delicate skin on its head taught and shiny and almost purple with blood raging beneath it. She parted her full lips into a smile, and guided the pretty prick inside.

He moaned, encouraging her with harder, deeper licks. She mirrored his flicking tongue against the shaft of his cock, gently taking his thickly haired balls into her hands as she did. He practically bucked into her. She tasted the unmistakable salty spice of semen, and withdrew her mouth, pinching the base of his penis to stop the trickle of pre-cum.
He gasped as she pulled herself up away from him.
‘Don’t stop!’
‘Not yet, kid,’ she chided him, sitting back on her haunches. ‘You haven’t even taken my top off yet. That’s usually the first thing to go.’
The kid shrugged slightly. ‘I’m not really a Breasts Person.’
She blinked. ‘What? You... you want to have sex with me but you’re not a Breasts Person?!?’
‘They are quite big, aren’t they?’ added the lad, conversationally. ‘Well done, you.’
‘But... but...’ she struggled, ‘...but all of the other men I’ve been with have been Breasts People.’
The kid sat up. ‘Well, I’ll make a nice change for you, then, won’t I?’
She looked down at her large bosom. ‘What’s wrong with them?’
‘Nothing. They just... they don’t do much, do they?’
‘Don’t DO much?’ She narrowed her eyes at him, with a sly smile. ‘Kid, you’ve been with all the wrong girls.’
‘Eh?’
He gazed at her, warily, as she unhooked her bra from beneath her vest, and pulled it over her head. She threw her vest and bra to the corner of the room with the other clothes and knelt in front of him, naked save for her boots. She took his hands and guided them over her enormous, milky white mammaries, over the silky skin and soft, dark nipples, over and under every curve of them.
‘Well?’ she asked with a grin, ‘what do you think?’
The boy raised his eyebrows non commitally. ‘I think they’re huge. So what...?’
Without another word, she pushed him up and, taking her breasts in her own hands, pushed them together around his cock, enveloping him in the warm flesh of her cleavage.
‘...oh...’ he managed.
She gyrated against him, masturbating him with her breasts, then lowered her head, finding the tip of his penis as it thrust through the folds of flesh and licking at it.
‘...oh fuck...’
She felt his hands against her hair as she lapped at him, covering the end of his dick and her own tits in her spit. For a moment she thought that he might try to force her further down onto his cock, but instead, he toyed gently with her hair, running her long plait through his hands until he found its end. She could feel the ponytail begin to loosen. She stopped briefly and looked up. He had her plait in both hands now, and was undoing it.
‘You have lovely hair,’ he whispered by way of explanation, ‘you should wear it down.’
Under any other circumstances she would have berated him for making such an impractical suggestion and snatched her ponytail back out of his hands. But all she did on this occasion was mutter ‘Thanks’, and continue licking at him as he carefully released her long, chestnut hair, draping it gently over her shoulders.

He pulled away from her once he had finished untying her hair, taking her chin in his hands and bringing her up to her feet and staring into her eyes.
She cleared her throat. ‘So. Are you a Breasts Person yet?’
‘I don’t know,’ he admitted. He took a strand of her waist length hair between his fingers and brought it to his lips. ‘I know I’m a You Person.’
She sighed, running her hands down his muscular arms.
‘Would you like to Ravish me now?’ he smiled.
She nodded. If she was intent on saying anything she was cut off with his hard, possessive kiss.
This was it. She bit back at him as he pushed her against a wall. She raised one leg to wrap around his waist, which he caught behind his back and supported with a hand. She reached up, finding a beam above her head to cling to.
He thrust forwards.
And he was inside her.
They both gasped at the sensation - the tightness surrounding him, the hardness filling her, the heat, the heat, the heat of it all. The life! They were alive! They were ALIVE!
He wrapped his spare arm around her hip and pressed their bodies together.
They were alive and they were fucking.
She took her weight in her arms, hanging from the beam, and pulled herself up and down the length of his cock.
They were alive and they were fucking and dear God it was good.

She used her body weight to increase the intensity of their gyrations. Somewhere, deep inside of her, there was a spot - an all important spot that hadn’t been touched for so long that she’d almost forgotten about it. The smooth, hot head of his cock found it, and rubbed it. And rubbed it. And rubbed it. Her clitoris, too, was pressed hard against his body, and both little pinpoints of pleasure were sending waves of ecstasy across the rest of her being - waves too powerful to be held off for much longer. She could see from his face that he, too, was close to the edge.
*oh god*
‘Oh God.’
*not yet.*
‘Not yet.’ She released the beam and held him tightly, quite unaware that she was speaking aloud.
‘Not yet! I need this to last...’
But it was too late. The waves became a tsunami, which crashed over the entirety of her, body and soul. She stiffened, crying out, tightening her fingers around his hair and her thigh around his waist and her vagina around his cock. He moaned with the beginning of his own orgasm, but as he did, reached for the vial around his neck...
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Time slowed.
Seconds became minutes.
Still it slowed.
Minutes became hours. Hours became days and there they were still, locked together. And always with that high, that moment when the waves broke and they were full, so full of life and heat.
They could have been there like that for years. She had no idea. All she knew was, she was alive, and she was happy, and she was not alone. And slowly, slowly, she felt the world begin to move again. It was him, moving inside her. She caught his eyes, those marvellous, ancient eyes.

And then something else happened.

She could see it. His whole life. Years and years. Centuries. Ages. Alone. Spooling out of him, out of control. His long and lonely existence, at once both master and servant to the one thing that he had no end of - Time.
*Oh God! The poor thing! Poor thing!*
He filled her, with his history and his semen. Filled her with his life.

Time asserted itself around them again, and they crumpled, panting, to the ground.

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They held each other, ever so briefly, afterwards, both toying with her long hair as though it were some marvellous novelty.
After a few moments, she coughed and sat up. She looked down at her feet and snorted a small laugh.
‘And all without taking my boots off.’
‘Yes.’ He shot her a small smile, then got to his feet and started to dress. He paused, and watched her as she began to plait her hair. ‘Was it worth the treasure?’
She looked up at him. ‘It WAS the treasure. I don’t want that little trinket of yours any more. I know that now. Besides,’ she gave him a knowing look. ‘It’s empty.’
‘How do you..?’
‘You wasted three chambers on me,’ she tutted, ‘very foolish. Once making our wonderful Moment bring the world to a standstill...’
‘Noticed that, did you?’ he asked, his voice an odd mixture of sheepishness and pride.
‘...and twice saving my life.’
He froze, halfway through tying his trousers. ‘No I didn’t.’
‘You’re quite right.’ She fixed her ponytail with an elastic band. ‘I was never hammered to death by that brute, and I never fell off that ledge. Because you changed history.’ She met his eyes. ‘I saw it, Kid. I saw it all.’
‘Oh.’ He looked at the ground.
‘How far away from home are you this time?’
‘I don’t know. The sands in the vial must have slipped through the net and stayed missing. I was sent out here to destroy them...’
‘Before I found them and unleashed them on the world.’
‘Quite.’
She pulled on her shorts, gazing at him, critically.
‘Well,’ she announced, ‘you look to me to be Babylonian. 500 BC at the very least.’
‘”BC”?’
‘Before Christ.’
‘Who’s that?’
‘Carpenter from Jerusalem. Made it big. But my point is...’
‘Jerusalem?’ The boy pulled a face.
‘My point,’ she continued, ‘is that whoever it is that’s getting you to tidy up after them has sent you two and a half thousand years into the future.’
The lad blinked at her, then shrugged. ‘I’ve known worse.’
He wandered over to the trap free room on the right, silently judging what the best way out would be.
‘You’re really something, aren’t you?’ she continued. ‘I wonder how it all turned out for you in the end.’
He turned to her with a sad smile. ‘I wouldn’t mind finding that one out myself.’
‘I could look you up,’ she suggested. ‘You might be archived or something...’
He tutted. ‘Don’t turn me into an Archive, My Lady. I’m alive. You reminded me of that today, and for that I’ll be eternally grateful. And, believe me, I don’t take words like “eternally” at all lightly.’
She grinned. ‘You did the same for me. And you let me know that I wasn’t alone.’
He nodded. ‘All in all, a thoroughly successful adventure.’
She took his hand. ‘Croft.’
‘Another carpenter?’
‘My name,’ she grinned. ‘Lara Croft.’
‘I see.’ He lowered his lips to the back of her hand and kissed it, lightly. ‘Thank you, Lara Croft.’
‘Do you have a name?’
He released her hand, and made his way towards the door. ‘Yes.’
‘Do I get to know what it is?’

But he was gone. She peered out into the room on the right, but there was no sign of him.

‘Hmm.’
She pulled her vest back over her head, re holstered her pistols, sheathed her sword behind her back and, empty handed for the first time in her life, made for the exit.

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THE END!!!

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