The Journal

By: melusinesara

folder S through Z › Tomb Raider

Rating: Adult ++

Chapters: 1

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Category: S through Z › Tomb Raider

Rating: Adult ++

Chapters: 1

Views: 4,166

Reviews: 4

Recommended: 0

Currently Reading: 0

Disclaimer: 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.

The Journal

"The Journal"
a Tomb Raider fanfic
Rating: NC-17 for smuttiness galore!
Disclamer: as much as i wish i did, i do not own angelina or chris, nor do i own their characters.
Other notes: takes place after 'Cradle of Life'....and, that's all really.

The humid April weather passed by outside unnoticed. Pale blue skies gave way to dark storm clouds, and the first few drops of precipitation could be heard splashing against the window pane. Inside, the room was dark save for the dim rose glow of the bedside lamp. A heavy roll of thunder shook the house and rattled the windows, but Lara didn’t seem to notice. Her pen poised in hand, she wrote diligently, not stopping once to look up at the storm outside. An hour later, she finally placed the pen down on the desk, her muscles cramping from the long periods of writing.

It had been almost a year since Lady Croft decided to keep a journal of her thoughts and adventures. After her trip to Africa last spring, something happened inside her that changed the way she lived her life. Not able to cope with the thoughts inside her mind, she spent the last of her sleepless nights at her desk. She stood staring at the rows of books in her library until she located the dusty, forgotten diary. Flipping through the creamy, blank pages, she suddenly wished she had more than just her memories. That night, she took the diary back to her bedroom and wrote until she had drained the ink of her pen onto the paper, until her hand would write no more, and she screamed in frustration as her arm throbbed with pain. She had so much more to write, and she hated herself when she couldn’t find the right words, and when her hand could no longer hold her pen.

That was a year ago. Since then, Lara had filled the once empty pages of her diary with secrets which she had never imagined letting out of her own mind. Staring back at the curved flow of her handwriting, she wondered why she had ever decided to keep a journal.

“Because you’d go insane otherwise if you kept it all inside.” She told herself. Rubbing her eyes, she slowly stood up and stretched, glancing at the clock for only the second time that day. She had been writing for nearly two hours. There was a knock at her door and Lara hurriedly tucked the journal back into its place on her bookshelf.

“Come in” She said calmly, and the door opened. Hillary stood in the doorway, watching the young Lady Croft gather her long dark hair into a loose ponytail.

“We haven’t seen much of you today.” He smiled gently at her, knowing she had been occupied with her writing. As much as Hillary cared for Lara, he also liked routine. And although Lara had taken to her journal writing nearly a year ago, it was not like her to spend all day cooped up in her room. It bothered him to not know what was behind those brilliant blue-green eyes, but he never dared to ask. It was not his place.

“I know. I’m sorry Hilly. I guess I got caught up in my writing today.” She glanced though the window and at the pouring rain outside. “It’s a good day for writing.” She spoke, mostly to herself. There was a brief silence as they both watched a streak of lightning tear through the dark sky.

“Yes. Well..” Hillary paused, trying to think of what to say next. “Just thought I’d check on you, to see if you needed anything.” He finished.

“Thank you, Hilly. I’m fine. I’ll be down in a bit.” Lara smiled. Satisfied with her reply, Hillary exited the room, leaving Lara standing alone in front of the window, gazing into the stormy sky.
It’s a good day for writing. She replayed the short, uneventful conversation with Hillary in her head. The rain pounded and pulsed against the window, and Lara walked closer, placing her palm against the glass. When she pulled it away, it left a foggy handprint against the pane, the lines of her palm outlined in the humidity from the heat of her skin against cold glass. She placed her hand against her cheek, smiling at the cool feeling. Watching the rain had a way of bringing to attention all the things she didn’t usually notice every day. How the cold wet of the rain and the heat of the afternoon air clouded the sky in a soft, sensual fog. How the green of the grass glistened with droplets of precipitation from above and glowed against the dark backdrop of the cloudy sky. Thunderstorms are so erotic.. She thought, and then wondered where that particular thought had come from...or where it might lead.

Before stepping into the hot, steamy shower, Lara padded, naked, across the room to her bookshelf. She had to make one final note before the thought was lost forever.

It was July, two months later, and adventure called on Lara once more. She had a few choice items of clothing and some other essential belongings on her bed, folded neatly. She dug out the worn, leather duffle bag from it’s usual resting place in her closet and threw it onto the bed haphazardly. The items Hillary had so carefully folded for her were scooped up and stuffed into the bag hurriedly. This was going to be the find of a lifetime, and Lara couldn’t risk losing it due to wasting time. As soon as Bryce had the location pinpointed for her and had her map ready, she would be off to the dusty, rocky deserts of Mexico. She would have to cross this dry barren land in order to reach her destination in the jungle city of Palenque, where her ancient Mayan treasure was sure to be found.

“Alright Lara, I’ve got your map.” Bryce greeted her at the bottom of the stairs, explaining the details of her journey as Lara swiftly made her way through Croft Manor to the waiting helicopter outside.

“You can travel this direction from Guatemala, but you might want to bypass any unwanted complications by avoiding overly populated areas, especially with tourists and the like. So if you come from this direction-” Bryce pointed to a spot on the map, “-you’ll get there quicker and unnoticed.”

“OK.” She said, studying the map. “But what’s this here?” She pointed to a spot right next to her located destination.

“Ah, that.” Bryce said hesitantly. “Well...that’s all desert. The area, apart from the tourist town on the other side of Palenque, is uninhabited. No roads or anything. That’s why it’s best you come from that direction.” He shrugged.

“Right.” She said to herself and strode out though the large oak doors and to the helicopter where Hillary was standing, waiting for her. He took her hand and helped her inside before handing her the rest of her luggage.

“Be careful, Lara.” He said as calmly as he could. She smiled.

“I’m not making any promises, Hilly.” And with that she waved a final goodbye to her friends as they watched her depart.

Two weeks went by without a word from Lara, and Hillary had become increasingly worried. She had contacted them when she arrived in Mexico, but after that....nothing. It was not like her to not let them know where she was. Hillary worried for her safety there. Mexico was full of thieves and although he had helped ensure that she was in top physical form for her journey, she hadn’t taken on an assignment in over a year- not since Africa. As much as this worried him, he tried consoling himself by the fact that Lara was a professional, and had extensive experience. But she could also be careless and forget about her own safety when she had her eye on a treasure. Hillary hoped she would be safe this time, but knew that his idea of being ‘safe’ and hers were very different. The only thing he could do to take his mind off worrying was to do what he did every day. Routine comforted him, and despite Lara’s absence at Croft Manor, there were still chores to be done.

“No word from Lara yet?” Bryce paused his computer game, and swivelled his chair around to Hillary.

“Nope.” He said simply. Hillary nodded and proceeded to make his way up the staircase. “D’you think she’s ok?” Bryce asked after a moment. Hillary turned, and looked at him. He could see the worry in Bryce’s eyes and knew the young man’s mirrored his own.

“We can only hope.” He said after a moment, and made his way back up the staircase.

Under normal circumstances, Hillary wouldn’t dare enter Lara’s room without her permission. But seeing that she was away, and he needed something to do to occupy his time and energy besides worrying, he considered it acceptable to place a few items of clean laundry in her room. Upon opening the door, he was struck with an uneasy sense of emotions. She had left it exactly as it usually was, and Hillary was surprised at how neat and clean she kept it. True, he did make her bed, vacuum her floor, dust the bookshelves. But nothing more than that. Her clothes were put away neatly in her closet and her dresser. Hillary realized just how cold and empty her room felt without her inside it. Even the books she so often read were put away in their proper spots on the bookshelf. All the books, Hillary noticed, except one. Slowly, he crept over to her writing desk, staring down at the dark green book lying forgotten on the oak desktop. Lara had forgotten it when she left so hurriedly two weeks ago. Quietly, as if he were afraid of disturbing anything, he set the clean laundry down onto a nearby chair, and picked up the book. He turned to place it back onto the bookshelf, but stopped himself.

What if Lara found he had moved it? Would she suspect him of reading her diary, knowing her innermost thoughts? Certainly Lara trusted him more than that. Lara’s diary was safe with him, but studying the outside of the book, the cracks and creases that still harbored a thin layer of dust, Hillary wondered what secrets she was keeping. His hands traced over the worn spine. Deep in thought, Hillary lost his grip on the small book, and it fell from his hands, landing gently onto the carpet, flipped open to what was presumably her most recent entry.

6th July, 2004

The thoughts I am having and the emotions I am feeling are becoming increasingly frustrating. Why can’t I feel the way I used to about him? Why must I go and complicate things by having these thoughts? It started with the dream, and now they won’t go away. Am I setting myself up for rejection? He doesn’t know yet, but that is probably for the best. I mustn’t give in to love. It only complicates matters.

Hillary did not intend to read the words on the page, but once he started he couldn’t stop. His curiosity had gotten the better of him, and he felt very strange after reading her entry. He felt guilty and ashamed for prying into Lara’s personal thoughts. For God’s sake, he had just read her diary! It was an accident that he dropped it. It was no accident, though, reading it. As much as he felt guilty, something else bothered him.

I mustn’t give into love.

Her words haunted him. Who was she speaking of? A mixture of worry and jealousy overwhelmed him. Lara was in love with someone. Hillary’s vision blurred. He knew for a fact that Lara was a grown woman. She had had lovers in the past, and presumably she would have more. But the thought of her with any other man than himself agonized him. He was angry at himself for feeling this way. He was angry at Lara for falling in love with someone. It was not her fault, but all he knew at that moment was pain.

Am I setting myself up for rejection?

Hillary couldn’t believe how hard those words hit him. Had he been setting himself up for rejection this entire time? He had never consciously considered Lara to be a love interest, but he did care deeply for her. He had been there for her, ever since her father’s death. He was the one who looked after her well-being, who trained her for missions, who comforted her, who served her coffee every morning. And there was no denying that he had watched her blossom into an independent young woman, had taken notice of her long legs, her toned arms, and her gentle curves. It hadn’t escaped his attention that she was gorgeous. Some days it took all his strength not to stare, to keep his eyes from drifting to her full, round breasts, to keep his mind from wondering how skillful those soft lips were. Was he in love with Lara Croft? He glanced back down at the pages. Something caught his eye.

It started with the dream.

Frowning, he wondered what dream she referred to. He couldn’t look into her diary any more. He had read enough already. But his jealousy and increasing curiosity had gotten the better of him, and Hillary found himself flipping through the book, searching past entries for any mention of the dream. He skimmed several pages, but Lara had written so much in her little diary that it would take him forever to find it. With a heavy sigh he gave up, and shut the book with a snap. Placing it back on the desk, exactly as Lara had left it, he finished putting away her clean laundry and left the room.

If only Hillary had seen the journal entry one page away from the exact one he had read, he would know that Lara would never do anything without a reason.

7th July, 2004
I leave for Mexico today. I know you worry about my safety whenever I travel. If only you knew that you’re the one thing that keeps me coming home after every adventure.
I hope you read this before I return, Hilly.

That night Hillary hardly slept. He was overwhelmed with guilt for breaking nearly every rule in the book. Prying into Lara’s diary did not only go against the code of ethics between himself and his employer, it also went against the ethics between friends. To go behind her back like that, making matters worse that he knew Lara was in love with someone and had been keeping it a secret- Hillary felt he could not have possibly gone any lower than that.

As he lie awake in bed, he thought about how he would approach the issue with Lara. Would he even confront her? Would he tell her he had read her diary? She would never trust him again. If he told her, it could ruin their friendship. If he didn’t tell her, though, and she found out, the results would be equally detrimental. Lost in thought, Hillary hardly noticed when Bryce came bursting into the room.

“We’ve found Lara!” He exclaimed, rushing over to the bed. Hillary sat up.

“Is she OK?” He asked, the slightest hint of panic in his voice.

“Yeah, she’s on her way home. Turns out she had a run-in with some other dudes who were out for her treasure. She’s alright though, and she’ll be here soon!” Bryce dashed out of the room, leaving Hillary stunned, still taking in the news of Lara’s return.

“My God, you have no idea how glad I am to see you two!” Lara exclaimed, exhausted and dirty from her journey. She smiled at Bryce, who was ecstatic to see her, and looked over at Hillary, who stood with a visible expression of relief upon his face. Then Lara did something very out-of-character and hugged him tightly. Hillary froze, taken aback, before warming to the hug and gently wrapping his arms around her.

“I hope I didn’t have you too worried, Hilly.” She whispered into his ear before standing back from their embrace.

“You must be exhausted, Lara. Shall I help you with your luggage?” He ignored her comment, pretending that the hug didn’t happen and reclaimed his role as butler.

“Thank you, Hilly.” Lara made her way up the stairs to her room, Hillary a few steps behind her. Seeing her after so long gave him a feeling that he had missed all through the duration of her absence. Hillary knew that he had to be honest with her. He was going to tell her exactly what happened, nothing more, nothing less. Hopefully the honesty of his explanation and Lara’s understanding might save their friendship.

Hillary placed her things at the foot of her bed, and prepared himself to tell her about the diary incident. But he was caught off-guard by her actions as she removed her top and slid her boots and jeans off onto the floor. She stood in front of him, unashamedly, clad only in her bra and underwear.

“I hope you’ll forgive my lack of modesty, Hilly, but I’ve been dying to get out of these clothes. I’ve been wearing them for 3 days straight.” She smiled at him and walked into the bathroom, leaving Hillary standing alone in the room. He gathered his thoughts, and spoke.

“Lara, I have something I need to tell you.” He began. The sound of running water echoed from the bathroom. He heard her say something which sounded like an “Oh?”, and he continued.

“This is important, and I only hope you can be understanding about the situation..” He looked up as Lara re-entered the room, wrapped in a soft white towel.

“You did my laundry while I was away.” She smiled. Hillary looked at her as if she were speaking a foreign language until her words registered in his brain.

“Er. Yes. I did. But I have to tell you something very important.” He spoke hastily. She raised her eyebrows at him, signaling him to continue.

“It’s actually more of a confession. Lara I was in here today- yesterday, rather- putting away some laundry. I noticed your diary lying on the desk. I went to put it away, it fell, I...” He floundered, searching for the right words. With a small sigh, he gave up. “I read it.” He stood in the middle of the room looking at her, hopeless. Lara stared back at him, silent.

“I’m sorry, Lara. I know you trusted me and...I completely destroyed that trust.” The look in his eyes was devastated. Without saying a word, she slowly walked toward him until they were less than a foot away from each other.

“You read my diary?” She whispered.

“I’m so sorry, Lara, it was an accident, I shouldn’t have picked it up, I-”

“Shh..” She silenced him, frowning. Her eyes darted back and forth as she thought. “So I suppose you know now, don’t you?” She looked up at him.

“Well..not exactly. I just read the one page.” He confessed.

“So you didn’t read it all?” She questioned. He slowly shook his head. “You didn’t read the last entry? 7th July? You didn’t see it?” Hillary frowned, confused.

“I thought the 6th was the last date. That’s all I saw.” She said nothing, so he continued. “Lara, why didn’t you tell me?” He asked softly, knowing he had certainly overstepped the boundaries with that one. She was still silent.

“So you do know.” She said flatly. He looked at her, his eyes searching hers for an answer.

“Lara?”

“I didn’t tell you because I thought it might hurt our friendship. But now that you know I suppose I can’t do any more damage. And for some reason, a part of me wanted you to know.” Hillary sighed. She was taking the blame for this as much as he was.

“Lara you can’t help who you fall in love with. It’s ok.” He whispered, seeing the tears glistening on her cheeks. “But..why did you think it would affect our friendship?” He asked. She looked up at him, an incredulous look upon her face.

“You don’t think that me falling in love with you wouldn’t affect our friendship?” She let out a weak laugh. Hillary stared at her, her words sinking in.

“Lara..you’re in love with me?” He asked calmly. She studied his confused expression before realizing that he, in fact, did not know.

“I thought you knew!” She exclaimed. He tried to console her, as unaccustomed as he was to seeing Lara this emotional. He explained how he had read the single diary entry, and about the dream, and his worry and jealousy. Before he realized it he was telling her every secret he had kept. The score was even. Lara, still wrapped in her towel, sat on the edge of her bed next to Hillary.

“You thought I was in love with someone else? Someone I hadn’t told you about? And you were..jealous?” She smiled at the knowledge that she could make Hillary jealous. He smiled back, slightly embarrassed.

“Yes.” He said simply.

“How very sweet.” She whispered. With that, Lara leaned into him, and their lips touched. The moment was all too surreal for Hillary. Only that morning had he gone about his life knowing that everything was exactly the same. He worried about Lara on her adventures, no more or less than he usually did. He loved her, and tonight everything was different, yet the same. He still loved her. But instead of loving her from afar, he had her in his arms. And the lips he always wondered about- they were as lovely and sensual as he imagined. Her mouth tasted sweet, just as he would have expected it to taste. Her tongue toyed with his playfully, coaxing him further into her mouth. They kissed for several minutes, until he finally pulled away to speak.

“So...if everything in your diary was about, well, me..” Hillary still couldn’t believe this was all really happening. “..What was that dream about?” Lara smiled slyly.

“Follow me, I’ll tell you in here. I’m sure my bath is getting cold.” She stood up and walked to the bathroom. Hillary hesitated, unsure if he should follow. His body didn’t give his mind enough time to think, because before he knew it he was following her into the bathroom without really knowing why.
Still unsure of what to do, he sat on the toilet opposite the bath. The room was a dark rose colour, blushing in the warm glow of candles Lara had lit along the walls. She walked over to the door, locking it, her skin glowing in the candlelight. Lara was tan from the hot Mexican sun, Hillary noticed, and he decided that it suited her fiery, headstrong nature. She removed her towel and placed it on a rack beside the bath before turning to face Hillary.

“You wanted to know about the dream?” She asked coyly. His heart skipped as he caught a glimpse of the naked Lady Croft. He blinked, struggling to regain the ability to speak. All he could muster was a slight nod ‘yes’. Lara giggled at him.

“Really, am I that stunning to have that effect on you?” She smiled wickedly. Hillary swallowed, finally able to talk.

“Its just, well...I’ve been imagining you like this for so long, to finally see it in the flesh is overwhelmingly arousing.” He smirked.

“Hilly, you’ve seen me naked before.” She bent over in front of him, placing a small candle next to the bath.

“Never from this angle, though.” He whispered huskily, a slight hint of sarcasm in his voice. Once she was satisfied with the arrangement of her candles, she stepped into the hot bath, sighing pleasantly as the heat relaxed her tense muscles. She closed her eyes and reclined back against the porcelain wall.

“The dream isn’t really anything exciting.” She began. “It was only relevant at the time because before then I had never dreamt about you. Well..not like that, anyway.” Hillary watched her as she bathed, her hands sliding down her long tanned legs then back up.

“In the dream, I was in a field. I don’t know how I got there, or how long I had been there. But I wasn’t worried, and I wasn’t in any danger. I was just..there.” She reached over for the soap, and Hillary caught a glimpse of her breasts, just barely touching the water. Her nipples were hard, a deep rose colour. He watched them, bobbing alluringly above the water, and suddenly he was overcome with the urge to taste them and run his tongue over their hardness. He felt himself getting an erection.

“I remember looking up at the sky, and how blue and flawless it was. When I looked back down again, you were there, standing in front of me.”

Hillary listened to her story, suddenly feeling very odd sitting there watching her bathe. Lara continued.

“You looked different though. You were naked, and began to remove my clothes. I didn’t protest, and soon we were both standing there in this field, with nothing on between us.” She soaped herself, the suds foaming like snow on her skin. Hillary licked his lips.

“And..?” He asked.

“And, that’s all.” She looked up at him for the first time since she stepped into the bath. “Aren’t you going to join me?” She asked after a moment. He stared before realizing what she had said. Slowly, he undressed and climbed into the warm bath with her.

“I told you the dream wasn’t anything exciting.” She said, her hands caressing his chest as she soaped his skin.

“But it was exciting watching you as you told it.” He replied, kissing her neck.

“Mmm..”she purred as his kisses trailed lower. Beads of water glistened on her skin like tiny jewels, catching the glow of the candlelight. She leaned back into the water, giving him better access to her breasts. She drew in a sharp intake of air as his tongue touched her nipple. It was ultimately her favorite spot to be kissed, and she smiled with delight as she realized Hillary enjoyed doing it as much as she enjoyed receiving it.

“I never had that dream again...but I always think about it before I go to sleep.” She slowly sat up and wrapped her legs around his waist, straddling him in the tub. “I imagine what might’ve happened in the dream if it were to continue where it left off.” She grinned seductively as she felt his hardness brush against her lower abdomen, trapping him between her thighs. “Every time, I imagine that it’s your hands touching me, instead of mine.” She reached down into the water and ran her fingers along his cock with feather-light strokes. He gasped at the contact and made a small sound in is throat, like a low growl.

“What happened to you in Mexico?” He asked teasingly. “You come back and suddenly you’re all over me.” He paused. “Not that I’m complaining.” He hastily added.

“A lot happened in Mexico, Hilly. It wasn’t the longest I’ve been gone, but even two weeks made me realize how much I missed you..and all your little habits..and the smell of clean laundry.” She giggled, and cupped his face in her hands, leaning down to kiss him.

“Is that all I’m good for? I suppose it is, since that’s my job.” He teased between kisses. She sat back and looked at him, a strange smile upon her face. “Actually Lara, you had us worried. No contact for two weeks? What were you doing?” He shifted underneath her, reaching an arm around to brush a wet strand of hair from her face.

“Well, it’s a bit difficult to make phone calls when you’re being held at gunpoint.” She smirked. Hillary’s expression turned serious.

“Gunpoint? How did you manage to get out of that?”

“How do you think I managed it?” She said, raising an eyebrow. The sexy smirk faded from her mouth. “I did what I had to do..” She said quietly. They sat in silence for several moments, Hillary studying her face.

“I’m not sure how long I can do this, Hilly.” She finally said, breaking the silence. “Treasure hunting has always been my life...but with every mission, every adventure..I come closer and closer to failing.” Lara hated showing any sign of weakness, especially to the one man who knew her the most. Hillary understood, though, and had seen the effects of her journeys, and the toll they were slowly taking on her.

“You got the treasure though, this time?” He asked. She nodded. He continued. “Perhaps I’m being selfish,” Hillary gently stroked her hair, “but I think you should consider another option.” Lara paused, thinking.

“You mean, I should retire?”

“Not completely. I know you could never be happy if you retired. But perhaps you could still work and remain in the country?”

“You’re suggesting I train another tomb raider.” It was a statement rather than an actual question.

“Like I said, perhaps I’m being selfish.” He pulled her closer to him, placing soft kisses along her throat.

“No, Hilly, it is worth considering...” She was going to continue her sentence, but the thought left her the moment his hand slipped between her legs, parting her lips. He looked up at her, judging how much further she would allow him to go. He gently rubbed a finger against her clitoris and heard her moan in approval. He teased her, tracing small circles, then pausing to put the slightest bit of pressure on it, feeling her pulse against his finger. Her blood-flow was increasing to that one tiny pulsing spot, and the slower he stroked her, the harder she grinded against him. He felt her heartbeat against his chest, and for that moment their bodies were in perfect synch.

“Ever done it in a bathtub, Hilly?” She breathed, and gave him the half-smile that never ceased to have amazing effects on him.

“No,” he replied, feeling her legs tighten around his waist.

“Well, in that case..This will be a first for both of us.” Her hand slowly slid down his chest and grazed his nipple, causing him to gasp. She continued downwards until her fingers wrapped around the thick base of his cock, and she raised her hips so that the tip was pressed against her entrance.

“Lara, I love you.” His lips touched hers as she slid down onto him, taking him in slowly with small, gentle strokes. They moaned in unison, enjoying the sensation of sex that neither one had experienced in such a long time. They started slow, but quickened the pace when Lara’s competitive nature took over, and suddenly it wasn’t just sex anymore. It was 10 years of frustration and worry, of jealousy and lust escaping from them, replaced by a whole new set of emotions. It was one of their many sparring matches, and the underlying heat of sexual tension that always left deeper marks and scratches than any physical injury. It was a healing process. It was...

“...Absolute heaven!” Hillary gasped, thrusting deeply into her. She cried out in agreement.

“Hilly...my god..” She panted, slamming her body down onto his, causing the water to stir and splash over the edge of the tub, extinguishing several nearby candles.

“Lara, we’re going to cause a flood..” They laughed, rocking together in the water.

“I don’t care, it feels too fucking good..” Her forehead was pressed against his, and her thrusts continued harder and quicker, her eyes shut in concentration. Hillary matched her pace, slamming into her. She cried out again, and he repeated the movement with the same intensity as before.

“Oh! Keep doing that.” She moaned, and buried her face in his neck. She nipped at his skin playfully, causing him to thrust into her involuntarily. She let out a small sound and suddenly he felt her tighten around him, her muscles contracting. She arched her back, tossing her long wet hair behind her, the dark ebony strands glistening with droplets of water. Hillary rode the waves of Lara’s orgasm, which sparked his own. He thrust into her one final time, pulling her close to him as he came inside of her, shuddering and gasping. When it was over, they lay together, still joined, catching their breaths.

“Good lord, Hilly..” Lara spoke, sitting up. “That was...very...”

“Intense?” Hillary finished the sentence for her. She nodded in agreement, blushing as he smiled up at her.

“What do you say we get out of this bath and dry off?” She made to stand up, but Hillary pulled her back down, kissing her once more.

“Ok, now we can dry off.” He reached for her towel and helped her out of the tub. Lara’s legs were weaker than she realized, and she nearly collapsed into his arms as she stood on the bathroom floor.

“You should probably get some rest. Your body is exhausted.” He slipped back into his concerned butler role easily. Walking her back to the bedroom, Hillary sat on the edge of the bed and pulled back the covers, under which Lara quickly found comfort. As soon as she was in bed, he began to dress.

“What’re you doing?” She mumbled sleepily. He stopped, looking at her.

“I’m getting dressed. Then I’m going to turn out the light and let you sleep.” He was slightly puzzled by her question, but figured it was the exhaustion of her journey and their recent physical activity setting in.

“Sleep here with me tonight, Hilly.” She yawned. What could he do? Refuse the offer of sleeping, naked, in bed with a beautiful woman who loved him?

“Lara, I..” He began to half-heartedly protest.

“Please?” She asked quietly. The smallness of her voice touched his heart, reminding him of the nights he used to comfort the young Lady Croft years after her father’s disappearance. She would call for him in the middle of the night, awoken by the night terrors she suffered regularly for months. Even at the age of 18, she felt as frightened and alone as a child. Hillary would always come to her aid, and sit with her until she fell asleep again, reassuring her everything would be alright.

And now, eleven years later, it finally was.

“Alright, Lara. I’ll stay with you.” He whispered, and turned out the light before crawling into bed next to her, the combined heat of their bodies keeping them warm under the soft bedcovers.

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