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Chapter List
- 1-Dancing
- 2-Chapter 2
- 3-Dreaming
- 4-Existing
- 5-Battling
- 6-Union
- 7-Tearing
- 8-Reunion
- 5
- 6
- 7
Chapter
6:

Summary:
And finally�those of you who have been in for the long haul get your erotic
payoff! Not too explicit actually, somehow that wouldn�t be appropriate for
our favourite couple, but steamy and suggestive enough�

***

The
day before she was due to fly out to Peru, Lara was more restless than she had
ever been. Ever since her confrontation with Hillary in the training room, she
had remained keyed up and confused about her feelings. She kept thinking back to
how she felt when she was crushed beneath him; how good it felt to have his body
pressed against hers and how she�d wished that they could stay that way
forever. She knew that he found her attractive, and that his sudden burst of
dominance when he had pinned her to the floor was his way of hiding his own
arousal at her presence. She also knew exactly why he had refused to discuss the
changing dynamic in their relationship; it wasn�t his place.

Well,
bugger what he thought his place was. She was off to Peru tomorrow for God knew
how long, and she didn�t want this�thing�whatever it was, hanging
over her head, distracting her from her mission. She resolved to have it out
with Hillary before she left in the morning.

The
afternoon was hot and muggy, and Lara could feel the humidity in the air like a
warm blanket. As she descended to the lower levels of the Manor, she felt the
temperature drop to a more manageable cool, and was immediately soothed. She had
arranged to meet Hillary in the cellar, to carry out the last checks of the
equipment that she needed to take with her to Peru. She intended to travel light
but defenly, ly, with the bare minimum of supplies, a first aid kit and a pair
of pistols. As she descended the steps to the cellar where the equipment was
being kept, she had the advantage over Hillary, who was bent over her rucksack
on the ancient worktable. Lara took a moment to admire Hillary�s broad back in
the beautifully cut tailcoat and to fantasise about touching the exposed nape of
his neck as he busied himself with the contents of the rucksack. In the far
corner of the room lay an old settee, so covered with cobwebs that its Axminster
pattern could barely be distinguished. Overspill from the wine cellar in the
next cavernous room lay stacked neatly in wooden racks on the right hand wall
and the dust over the candelabra bulbs gave the room a cosier glow than it
deserved (rumour had it that after the invention of electricity the fourth Lord
Croft had had the electric candelabra installed so that he could seduce his
wife�s maidservants in the ar uar under new-fangled electric light).

�Is
everything ready?� She asked Hillary from her vantage point on the stairs.

Hillary
started at her voice, as if he had been lost in some private reverie. �Yes, my
Lady, everything is as it should be.� He turned away from the table to face
her as she walked across the room to the table. The hazy light of the candelabra
softened the contours of his face and cast a warm glow over his skin. Lara took
a deep breath and joined him by the table.

Checking
the straps of the rucksack, Lara picked up the two pistols and checked the
chambers. Finding everything was in its place, she took hold of the neatly folded
map that had been put in the front pocket of the rucksack and frowned in
concentration. �So this is where the helicopter is setting me down,
give or take a few miles,� she said, pointing to a region of the map. �And there
is where I need to get to on foot.� She felt Hillary looking over her left
shoulder, and shivered at the sensation of his breath on her neck.
Self-consciously, she draped her long ebony plait over the other shoulder so
that her neck was further revealed to him.

�Do
you see the amount of woodland I�ll have to get through between those two
places?� Lara murmured, only half-concentrating on the map. Hillary moved a
little closer so that he could see more clearly.

�You�ll
have a pretty hard time getting through that, Lara, it�s not woodland, it�s
solid rock,� Hillary corrected with a smile.

�Are
you sure?� Lara asked, knowing he was right.

�Of
course, look, here�s the symbol for woodland, and it�s totally different.�
Hillary reached across the map and pointed to another area. In doing so, his arm
brushed Lara�s breast. She jumped as if burned by his touch. Hillary blushed.

�I
think you�re right,� Lara replied softly. She looked up at Hillary, who was
still pointing somewhat redundantly at the map. �As you are about so many
things.� Turning slightly, so that she faced him, she looked up into his eyes.
Darkened by the soft glow of the candelabra, they looked like two emerald pools
flecked with amber. And Hillary�s pupils weren�t just dilated because oe
de
dim light. He cleared his throat and made to step away from her, but she placed
a hand on his arm.

�Did
you mean it when you said you thought I was out of shape?� Lara asked him
softly. She moved her hand a little further up his arm.

�Well�um�you
have been a little�overindulgent lately,� Hillary stammered, unnerved by
Lara�s closeness.

�Really?�
Lara asked, her voice little more than a husky whisper. �And how would it make
you feel if I overindulged a bit more?� Her insistent fingers worked their way
up to Hillary�s shoulder. �How would it make you feel if I felt the need to
sate myself totally?� Gently, she began to caress the back of Hillary�s
neck, stroking his short hair and feeling the familiar shudder down the back of
her own.

�Lara�please��
Hillary said weakly as her cool fingers stroked and caressed.

�Tell
me how you would feel,� Lara repeated, drawing closer to Hillary. Her other
hand rested lightly against his chest and gently found its way under his
tailcoat.

�How
would you feel if I wanted to gorge myself until I couldn�t take any more?�
Her voice was barely audible as she leaned forwards. Slowly and deliberately,
she moved closer to Hillary�s luntiuntil there was scarcely a breath between
them.

�How
about�� But her sentence was left in mid air as, with a desperate crushing
of lips, Hillary took hold of her, and the situation.

Lara
was off guard for a moment, unused to having control taken from her so suddenly.
But she had little opportunity for contemplation as she responded ecstatically
to his kiss. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she felt Hillary�s tongue
probing between her lips and she melted against him, a current of pure
electricity running up and down her spine and through her body. She heard
Hillary moan as he pulled her even closer, grinding his body against hers until
they must become one. In moments she was white
hot with desire, and from the way that Hillary�s hands ran up and down her
body, she knew that he wanted her just as badly.

Apprehensive
of just how much the aged worktable could take, Lara tried to concentrate once
more and, between furious kisses, guided Hillary to the old settee. Trying to
push him back against the seat, he countered her and she found herself
underneath him for the second time in two days. There was no denying his arousal
now, as she lay beneath him. His hands stroked the hair from her eyes and by
some miracle managed to unravel the plait that trailed over her right shoulder
until her raven mane was loose.
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