Dancing
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S through Z › Tomb Raider
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
8
Views:
3,486
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1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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I do not own Tomb Raider, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Dreaming
Chapter 3
Slightly smutty this, but still no actual consummation between our favourite lovers-that's on its way, I promise!
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*Hair splayed wildly over the straw of the stable floor, the musky smell of sweaty horse permeating the air, a shaft of sunlight playing over the loose box, she lay. In the next stall, her favourite horse, Midnight, pawed the ground good naturedly, but she was oblivious to the sound and motion. The only thing she could focus on was the hard, muscled body of her lover. He leaned over her, teasing her with featherlight kisses that trailed from her lips, along the dip of her throat and down to her breasts. She arched her back, urging him to continue, and she could feel herself growing warmer with each caress. Guiding his lips back to her own, she kissed him with a fervour that made her moan and push herself against him, willing him with her body to keep touching her.
Opening her eyes slightly, she met the enraptured gaze of her lover. His practised hands glided over her body until she was dizzy with need and desire. He ran a long-fingered hand through her raven hair and slowly made love to her, his lean, toned body interlocking perfectly with hers as they joined. "Hilly," she whispered again and again, unable to focus on anything other than the sensations she was experiencing...*
It was past two o'clock in the morning when Lara woke. Stiff-necked from falling asleep on the chaise lounge, she stretched gently and stood up. She knew she should go to bed, but now she was awake, her mind raced with the sense memory of the dream she had just had. She was pretty certain she'd woken with her butler's name on her lips, and she was confused and unnerved by the sensations that the dream had evoked in her.
Silently, she padded to the door of the drawing room and wandered out into the hall. The house was still, the lights were out and the cool silver of the full moon illuminated the hallway. The slight chill in the air made her shiver and reminded her that she needed to get to bed, so she walked as quickly as she could up the wide staircase and across the landing to her room.
Aware of the lateness of the hour, Lara discarded the dress and she wasted no time in curling up under her duvet, hoping that sleep would not elude her. However, the dream had left her in little mood for rest. Idly she caressed herself, her body still tingling from the physical remnants of the dream, her lips warm and desiring. She knew that she should get some sleep, but she could not get the imagined image of Hillary out of her mind. All of a sudden the man she thought she knew had assumed an erotic potential, and while her mind was too tired to analyse the situation, her body knew what it wanted. Him. The fanciful picture of his warm, elegant hands taking possession of her body, and the feel of his lips against her own, coupled with the almost-real sensation of his naked body entwining with hers was enough to send Lara shuddering to a sleepy orgasm at her own hand. Fantasy over, she sank further into her pillows and slept the sleep of the temporarily satisfied.
Slightly smutty this, but still no actual consummation between our favourite lovers-that's on its way, I promise!
*
*Hair splayed wildly over the straw of the stable floor, the musky smell of sweaty horse permeating the air, a shaft of sunlight playing over the loose box, she lay. In the next stall, her favourite horse, Midnight, pawed the ground good naturedly, but she was oblivious to the sound and motion. The only thing she could focus on was the hard, muscled body of her lover. He leaned over her, teasing her with featherlight kisses that trailed from her lips, along the dip of her throat and down to her breasts. She arched her back, urging him to continue, and she could feel herself growing warmer with each caress. Guiding his lips back to her own, she kissed him with a fervour that made her moan and push herself against him, willing him with her body to keep touching her.
Opening her eyes slightly, she met the enraptured gaze of her lover. His practised hands glided over her body until she was dizzy with need and desire. He ran a long-fingered hand through her raven hair and slowly made love to her, his lean, toned body interlocking perfectly with hers as they joined. "Hilly," she whispered again and again, unable to focus on anything other than the sensations she was experiencing...*
It was past two o'clock in the morning when Lara woke. Stiff-necked from falling asleep on the chaise lounge, she stretched gently and stood up. She knew she should go to bed, but now she was awake, her mind raced with the sense memory of the dream she had just had. She was pretty certain she'd woken with her butler's name on her lips, and she was confused and unnerved by the sensations that the dream had evoked in her.
Silently, she padded to the door of the drawing room and wandered out into the hall. The house was still, the lights were out and the cool silver of the full moon illuminated the hallway. The slight chill in the air made her shiver and reminded her that she needed to get to bed, so she walked as quickly as she could up the wide staircase and across the landing to her room.
Aware of the lateness of the hour, Lara discarded the dress and she wasted no time in curling up under her duvet, hoping that sleep would not elude her. However, the dream had left her in little mood for rest. Idly she caressed herself, her body still tingling from the physical remnants of the dream, her lips warm and desiring. She knew that she should get some sleep, but she could not get the imagined image of Hillary out of her mind. All of a sudden the man she thought she knew had assumed an erotic potential, and while her mind was too tired to analyse the situation, her body knew what it wanted. Him. The fanciful picture of his warm, elegant hands taking possession of her body, and the feel of his lips against her own, coupled with the almost-real sensation of his naked body entwining with hers was enough to send Lara shuddering to a sleepy orgasm at her own hand. Fantasy over, she sank further into her pillows and slept the sleep of the temporarily satisfied.