Tension
Tension
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Disclaimer:
I don’t own anything to do with Tomb Raider. If I did, I’d have Hillary chained
up in my bedroom! Also, I borrowed Nirvanah Crane’s name for Hillary from a
story she wrote and posted on the Aigburth Arms website. I haven’t asked
permission and I hope that she doesn’t mind!! Also, I couldn’t think of a title
for this that didn’t sound really corny-any suggestions gratefully welcomed!
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one other thing-this is a bit like a “missing scene” from TR2 “Cradle of
Life”-it’s my take on the perfectly obvious sexual tension between Hillary and
Lara during the stick fighting scene. What can I say, I’m a mucky-minded
romantic!!
The
adrenaline was high. Lara knew she could take him, knew she could do him some
serious damage with a well placed fighting stick. She twisted, turned; a blow
hit home. He retaliated quickly, and in
a fraction of a moment where she let her guard down, she felt a blow to her
back. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Hillary make a “chalk one up” sign
and her determination flared once more. Attacking with a well trained
aggression, she beat him back to the office space where Bryce was examining her
digital camera.
***
James
E Hillary collapsed back onto the chaise lounge, beads of perspiration forming
on his brow. He glanced up at the woman he had, up until three seconds ago,
been fighting. She shot him a look
whose meaning was all too clear; get rid of Bryce. That was easily done.
On some pretext of using the computer in the cellar to check reference to Greek
orbs, Hillary dispatched thehly hly talented techno geek and they were alone.
Wary
of any other prying eyes, Lara turned to her butler. “Hilly,” she breathed. “I
need your help to choose a dress.” This was their code; Lara never wore a dress
unless it was absolutely necessary. It had become a key signal between the two
of them.
“Very
well, my lady,” Hillary replied, tone carefully neutral. In five minutes he
would meet her in her bedroom.
Lara left the room and headed upstairs. She was
exhilarated, not only by the excitement of the stick fight, but also by the
prospect of what was to happen next. Opening the door to her private chambers,
she wasted no time in stripping off her sweat stained clothing and running for
the shower. She knew that in four minutes and thirty seconds, she would no
longer be alone.
Sure
enough, after a few minutes under the shower, she heard the door to the
bathroom open. She closed her eyes in anticipation, savouring the hot spray as
it ran down her body. Without turning around, she knew he was getting closer to
her. Drawing a deep breath, she felt his warm naked body leaning into hers
under the jet of the shower, and pressed back against him. His frame was hard
and muscular, a fact that his uniform hid all too well, and years of being
Lara’s sparring partner had given him a strength that kne knew was equal to her
own in some areas.
“Lara,”
she heard him whisper huskily. “Have you any idea how amazing you are?”
In
reply, she turned to face him and tilted her head upwards. She brushed his lips
with her own and murmured “You’re pretty amazing yourself sometimes, Hilly.”
They kissed with unrestrained passion, now that they were truly alone. Croft
Manor was never really free from other people, but they knew that in Lara’s
bathroom they were safe from interruption. Lara ran a hand through Hillary’s
usuallatlyatly combed hair and felt her nipples harden in response to his
closeness. She could tell from the feel of his body against hers just how
aroused he was by her presence, and this knowledge turned her on even more.
&n
“So
I’m only amazing sometimes am I?” Hillary replied between hungry kisses. “We’ll
see about that!” Wasting no more time, Hillary scooped Lara up into his arms
and carried her back through to the bedroom. Both wet and naked, they collapsed
onto her generous king sized bed and threw the bedclothes over themselves.
Lara’s beautiful raven hair spilled enticingly over the white cotton pillows as
Hillary rose above her, giving himself a look at her awesome beauty.
Lara
shivered, not from cold but with anticipation. She traced the outline of
Hillary’s jaw with a long finger and then once more brought her lips to his.
Teasingly, her tongue explored his mouth, and just as tantalisingly she felt
his hands begin to caress her; her full, rounded breasts, her slender waist and
lower…lower…until he reached the centre of her pleasure. His mastery of her
body at times surprised her, but every time he touched her she knew that no
other man could touch her the way he could.
Just
as she began to feel the sweet tingle of approaching climax, Lara wriggled out
from under Hillary. In a skilful, fluid moment, she twisted around so that she
was now astride him. She could feel his powerful thighs underneath her as she
straddled his hips, and slowly, teasingly, lowered herself onto his waiting
shaft. With a rhythm borne of two years of practise, she began to move. A moan
escaped her lips as she began to lose herself in the movement, and again she
pulled back just in time to stop herself from going over the edge of her own
pleasure.
Beneath It When “Do Hillary “Hilly, Hillary Lara
her, Lara saw Hillary’s enraptureprespression as he responded to her rhythm.
His eyes were closed and his hands supported her as she moved. Their grace in
lovemaking was as assured and confident as their agility in combat, and they had
assumed the role of lovers just as easily. “Hilly,” she whispered hoarsely,
over and over, her voice low and throaty.
did not take long for the climax they both so desperately anticipated to come.
Lara moaned and gave in to the delicious sensation that coursed through her,
and that was enough to send Hillary over the edge. With another display of
strength and dominance, Hillary pulled Lara to him and came, an ecstatic groan
escaping from his lips as he reached his peak. Perspiring once more, and exhausted,
they collapsed together, still joined.
they had regained their breath a little, Lara spoke quietly.
you think it’s time to tell Bryce about us?” She murmured into her butler’s
ear.
opened one eye and smiled groggily. He brushed a stray strand of ebony hair
from Lara’s eyes. “And how do you propose we do that?” He murmured. “I’m not
sure that ‘plaything of Lady Croft’ is quite in my job description, and that’s
probably the way he, and everyone else for that matter, would see it!” He was
teasing her, she could tell, but he had a point.
you are, and you will always be, so much more to me than that,” Lara said,
quite serious now. “If I’m being honest, I’ve loved you right from the first
time we kissed.”
grinned. “So long ago, and how different you were then! I remember it as if it
was yesterday.”
blushed, a rarity for her. She thought back to the tha that she and Hillary
kissed. It was a hazy summer evening, and her father was away on business. Had
it not been for Hillary, and the ageing cook Mrs Robertson, she would have been
all alone in the house. At eighteen, and newly out of school, this did not hold
any threat for her, but she had been vulnerable that night, as her then
boyfriend had just admitted sleeping with her (already hated) cousin Flora. In
a fit of temper, Lara had thrown him, sporting a fractured jaw, out of the
house and, as soon as he had left, had collapsed on the squashy sofa in the
upper lounge room.
Hillary,
having witnessed the scene and feeling secretly glad that that particular young
man was out of Lara’s life, meant only to dispense tea and sympathy. Indeed, it
would have been highly improper if he had so much as touched her. However, the
sight of Lara sobbing so openly about her plight touched his heart, and,
putting the tea tray down, he sat down on the sofa beside her.
“Oh
Hilly,” she had whimpered. “How could he? And with bloody Flora!” Unconsciously
she moved towards her butler, cravingfortfort.
“There,
there my lady,” Hillary responded gently. “Time will tell with that one.
Something tells me you’re better off without him.” He patted her shoulder.
Lara
looked up, feeling stupidly grateful for the attention from the man. Without
thinking, she collapsed into his arms, wrapping her arms around his torso as if
she was holding on for dear life. She felt Hillary freeze momentarily, and then
the rather awkward sensation of his hand patting her head consolingly.
A
little later, Lara looked up into Hillary’s concerned face. Without even thinking,
she tilted her chin and gave him a brief kiss on the lips.
“Thanks
Hilly,” she whispered, suddenly awkward. “I know I’m not supposed to do
that-but what you just did means a lot to me.” She sat up and ran a hand
through her dishevelled hair. Quickly, she stood and almost ran from the room,
leaving a bewildered Hillary to clear up the tea cups.
With
the benefiteigheight years of hindsight, Lara giggled. “To think I even let
that idiot upset me! My, how things change!” She ruffled Hillary’s hair affectionately.
“Of course, I had no idea back then that I’d be here with you-you must have put
up with such a lot from me.”
Hillary
laughed. “You had your moments, it’s true, but I never encountered such a
strong willed child, and such a passionate adult.”
“Ye
fe
far too good to me,” Lara replied. “I think stubborn is a far better adjective
than strong willed, even if I do say so myself!”
Hillary
rested on one elbow and contemplated Lara once more. “Well,” he said seriously.
“When you put it that way…”
Before
she could reply, he captured her mouth with a kiss. They both knew they’d been
gone long enough, and Bryce and the rest of the staff at Croft Manor would be
wondering where they both were. As if on cue, Lara’s mobile rang. She
reluctantly broke free from Hillary’s kiss and strode naked across the room to
answer it.
“Croft
here. Yes, fine, yes, I’ll look into it.” Abruptly she finished the call.
Hillary
raised an enquiring eyebrow as Lara wandered back and sat on the bed next to
him.
“That
was John in the stables,” Lara said. “He’s just had the stallion re-shod and he
wants me to take the horse for a test ride.” She sighed out loud. “I guess I’d
better get down there, but there are far more enjoyable ways I’d have liked to
have spent the rest of this afternoon!” She smiled mischievously at Hillary. “I
guess we’ll have to leave those until a later date!” She walked over to her
dresser and pulled on a pair of jodhpurs and a white shirt. As she was twisting
up her hair back into a pony tail, Hillary placed a warm hand on the back of
her neck.
“We
will come clean about us soon,” he said quietly. “I just have the feeling some
people might take a bit of getting used to the idea!”
Lara
smiled gently at her lover. “You’re right of course,” she replied. “Let’s not
leave it too long though.”
She
strolled towards her bedroom door and at the last minute turned and gave
Hillary aer her heart-breaking smile. He paused from dressing to return the
look.
“I
love you, James Hillary,” Lara said softly as she opened the door. The
answering look in Hillary’s eyes was all she neededknowknow.