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The Treasure at Home	By : abra Category: S through Z > Tomb Raider Views: 12615 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The treasure at home

Chapter II

Author: Abra de Winter
Midnight, thanks for the prompt response! Juno, thanks for the encouragement!

Disclaimer:The characters Lara and Hillary do not belong to me. I took them from the movies "Lara Croft: Tomb Raider" and "Lara Croft Tomb Raider: The Cradle of Life", produced by British Broadcasting Corporation (BBC), Eidos Interactive Ltd., KFP Produktions GmbH & Co. KG and several other companies. No money are being made from this story.
Rating: NC17
I saw Tomb Raider: Cradle of Life some time ago and all I can really remember is the fight between Lara and Hillary. I wonder why? Anyway, sorry to be sketchy with the details.

15 years later, Lara is alone, after she alienated all men who have ever tried to get close to her and she has to admit to herself that she had not forgotten Hillary’s performance.
Since the cradle of life adventure, Lara’s life had calmed down. That was of course a manner of speaking. Her daily life had become calmer compared to her routine of defying death twice a month. She was still raiding tombs, pyramids, sarcophagi and other assorted burial grounds, but she was keeping herself reasonably safe.
She had been deeply affected by her encounter with Pandora’s box. How many times did he stop short of asking her about that…
He made his horse go faster. She could face anything and he would stand by her through the worst trials, but he did not want to see her suffer after yet another man let her down! He did not want to always be there when she brought home a lover. He did not want to stay quietly in his room while some unworthy bastard was making love to her.
No. Surely not. He had fourteen years to get re-accustomed to being just her friend.
“Hello!” She said, feeling twelve all of a sudden.
His voice sounded so tired that Lara remembered the first time she had found him there. It was right after he had received the news of his father’s death. She was twelve, he was twenty-four and her father had hired him few months earlier.
She climbed in the tree, a few branches away from him. He looked lost again and she wished she could still curl against his chest and help him through whatever crisis he was traversing at the moment.
“What’s the problem, Hillary?”
“I want to resign, Lady Croft.”
Lara was hearing her own voice and could hardly believe how cold it sounded. She wasn’t sure what she was feeling about his request, but it felt like a wild fire.
“I’d like to have a life of my own.”
“You have a life!”
“I’m forty three. I’d like to have a family. If it’s not too late already.”
“Oh, Lara, you can be so spoiled some times.” He sighed. “You will have a family one day, you’ll have a husband and children. What do you expect me to do? Live like a monk for the rest of my life, with the sole preoccupation of taking care of your family?”
Lara had always made sure she knew everything that was to know about his life. She had known about all his affairs and when her numbers began to catch up with his, she actually managed to stop feeling jealous. But the number of his conquests was growing constantly and Lara was too tired of making the wrong choices to compete anymore.
He did not say anything, did not stop her walk away.

The week following Lara’s initiation had been one of sheer torture. Both of them acted like nothing had happened, but Hillary’s body was no longer blind to her womanliness. He could no longer see her like a girl he had to help educate and grow up. He saw her as a woman. A stunning woman, a sensual woman he had had for one night and wanted again. That week he was forced to retire to the privacy of his bathroom more often then he did as a teenager.
She reached the bed with her usual cool poise. Hillary searched in vain for any signs of the eager lover he knew. She was walking like she was the Queen of the Universe. In four graceful steps, she was by his bed and she began to strip. Lara pulled the t-shirt over her head, offering Hillary the amazing sight of her round, heavy breasts. His body reacted promptly, he gasped for air and began to stiffen. She stepped out of her tight jeans, showing him a pair of lacy panties identical to the one he had ripped off her a week earlier.
She didn’t want to waste any time. They hadn’t experimented this position, but Lara, who was an expert rider and an athletic person altogether, had no doubt she’d get it right.
Lara’s composure did not falter at the sight of his body. She had come prepared for his stature as well as his sweetness and vulnerability. He looked just the way she had imagined him, and it was an image that had haunted her all week. She licked her lips, pondering whether his t-shirt had to go or not. The young woman was getting wetter with each second she was looking at him and she decided she could do this if he was wearing a sack, but the underpants had to disappear. She was delighted when he made himself useful and helped her remove the boxers. He was every bit as gorgeous as she remembered and she wanted to play with him, but she could not withstand for much longer the heat inside her.
Lara felt his hand rise to touch her and she reacted instantly. Her left hand sprung like a coiled viper and pinned his right wrist to the mattress. She did the same with his left, as a precaution. Hillary, the fighter, had a way of taking the upper hand whenever she let her guard down in battle and she wanted unchallenged control in this particular situation.
< lan lang=EN-GB>Hillary closed his eyes and waited for her next move. He wished he could kiss her again, the way he wanted. He wanted to flip her over and take her again, the way he wanted. He had served her for so many years without complaint, but in bed he needed to be in charge.
Lara proceeded to kiss his neck, but soon got bored with it because Hillary’s reactions were no way near as intense as she wished. Apparently that area was not very significant for her quest to arouse him. She rolled up his t-shirt, perseverant to map his erogenous zones.
She walked away from his neck, trailing kisses over his flexed pectorals. She was happy to feel him convulse when her moth reached his nipple. Obviously, that was a hot spot for him, too. When she flicked her tongue over his nipple he writhed so violently beneath her that his hands nearly broke free.
Payback will have to wait, she thought and began to lower herself onto his rock hard cock.
All of a sudden, Lara stopped, taking him in only half. She was puzzled by the unexpected pain. He seemed a lot bigger than the last time, and her walls were not as lubricated as she thought. She tried again, raised herself on her knees and then descended sy ony only to discover that she hurt from the very first attempt to allow him entrance.
Once he was completely inside her, Lara began to move up and down, awkwardly at first, then faster and more rhythmically. She was a quick study indeed, Hillary thought when Lara’s finger replaced his. The double stimulation, from the inside and outside, was working beautifully for the young woman, who closed her eyes delighted.
He welcomed Lara’s approaching orgasm with a lucidity that escaped her notice.
After the moments of heavenly full body earthquake, Lara opened her eyes to see a strained Hillary, and she understood what he was waiting for. He was trying to avoid an unwanted complication. The girl was grateful for his patience and she tried to leave him gracefully, but her knees were still shaking and she collapsed in bed next to him.

He heard Lara’s assertive knock and opened the door. They looked at one another, words failing them for the first time.
Instead of sadness, a rush of anger swept over her.
How dared he to leave her?
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