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It was the
middle of a hot Sunday afternoon, and Lara was bored. She stood in front of her
full-length mirror and stared at her reflection, the body of a young woman who
wore a pair of black boy-shorts and a white tank top. Lara was in top physical form,
yet she still found small flaws in her appearance that her obsessive nature
tended to pick out and analyze over and over again. She looked at her toned
arms, flexed the muscles a bit, then lowered them to
her sides again with a slight �flop�. Making a dissatisfied
face she turned halfway, glancing at her small, round backside. She knew she
had a nice arse. �Yes,� she thought. �That bit�s alright, I suppose.�
Lara stood
back from the mirror and thought about what she was doing and how silly it
might look to someone if they had been watching her. She blushed in a rare
moment of self-consciousness, then immediately hated herself for being
embarrassed. She turned to the mirror again, absent-mindedly placing her hands
under her breasts, lifting them a bit, then letting
them fall again. She smiled. As much as she hated to admit it, she loved being
female. It was amazing how much power those things held over the male
population. Whoever said that women were the weaker sex were
out of their bloody mind. Either that, or they had
never caught a glimpse of Lara Croft�s body.
Finally
satisfied, Lara left the area in front of her mirror and walked over to her
stereo, turning up the electronica mix cd she had borrowed from Bryce.
Electronica seemed to annoy Hillary more than any of Lara�s other choices of
music, but that was just too bad. It was a good song, and she turned it up to
full volume. Speaking of Hillary�Lara left the room in search of her favourite
butler. She could still hear the booming of the bass from her room as she
walked down the hall, peeking into each room she passed. Nothing so far�
She finally
found him tidying up the study. She stood in the doorway, swaying her hips to
the music that could still faintly be heard down the hall. When Hillary turned
and saw her, he couldn�t help but smile. She looked deadly serious, yet her
movements gave away an air of lightheartedness in her mood.
�Good
afternoon, Lady Croft.� He greeted her.
�Hello
Hillary.� She made her way into the room and flopped down onto the sofa,
stretching her long legs along the length of it. He looked at her for a second,
waiting for her to say something else. When she didn�t, he went back to his
dusting.
�Anything
you need?� He asked as he dusted the bookcase. Behind him, Lara frowned. He
automatically assumed she wanted something, even if she didn�t. Oh well, it was
his job to ask. She dismissed the thought and responded.
�I�m just
bored. Nothing to do�� She pursed her lips, glancing down at her fingernails.
He glanced at her, then turned back to what he was
doing.
�You could
always work on your training.� He replied, hinting that she should do something
useful with her free time. She made a face at the suggestion.
�It�s quite
lonely and boring training by myself, you know. I just
don�t feel like it today.� She rested her head back on a pillow and stared up
at the ceiling. She knew she was being more stubborn than usual. She also knew
that her stubbornness was getting on Hillary�s nerves and he would do anything
to please her, if not just to get her out of the room and away from him.
�Well, if
you insist on having someone around, I�ll be finished with this room in a few
minutes. I suppose I could accompany you.� He looked at her, awaiting her
response. She looked over at him, slightly surprised. She didn�t expect his
plan to occupy her would involve him.
�I thought
you just wanted me to leave you alone.� She smiled sarcastically, but Hillary
could see in her eyes that she was glad to take him up on the offer. He
returned the smile.
�Whatever
gave you that idea, Lady Croft?�

Two hours
later, Lara and Hillary were locked in heated combat downstairs in the large
training area. She had him pinned to the floor, her strong legs locked around
his, her arms on either side of his shoulders. She looked down at him, a
satisfied smirk on her face that said �I win�. He wasn�t going to let her win,
though. As she was basking in the glory of defeating him, he placed his hands
around her tiny waist and lifted her, flipping her over his head and onto her
back.
�Agh!� She yelped as he slammed her onto the mat. He stood
above her, looking at her as she grimaced in pain. His expression suddenly went
from smug to worried.
�Lara, are
you alright?� He knelt down beside her, holding out
his hand to help her up. She reached up and grabbed his hand, then swiftly
pulled, jerking him down next to her. When he looked at her in surprise, she
giggled.
�That,� he
said jokingly, �was a cheap shot.� She grinned at him as he propped himself up
on an elbow, looking at her.
�I know.
I�m sorry Hilly.� She couldn�t help but laugh. �How else was I going to win?
I�m in good form but you�re still stronger than I am.� He shook his head at
her, smiling at her overly competitive nature. He noticed she was still looking
at him, and their eyes met for perhaps a moment too long. He averted his eyes,
distracted by her almost hypnotic gaze.
�Alright, I
think that�s enough training for today. I still have some things to get done.�
He stood up slowly, helping her to her feet. �Besides, I think you bruised my
bum when you pulled me down.� He glanced at her with mock-irritation.
�Oh you poor thing.� She smiled sarcastically, and he shoved
her playfully in response as they both made their way upstairs.

Things were
not always this relaxed between Lara and Hillary. Since Hillary had arrived at
Croft Manor when Lara was only 17, their relationship had remained strictly
professional. Over the years, though, Lara began to regard him as more of a
friend than butler. Even then, she had decided not to be overly friendly with
him. No more than she was with her other colleagues, like Bryce, for example.
Yet something happened along the way that changed how Lara felt about her
butler, confident, and friend. That particular something was
five years in the past, and was never mentioned again by either one since.
It wasn�t anything they were embarrassed or ashamed about. It just wasn�t
something they talked about, or mentioned to anyone else. It was one of the few
secrets that they shared, and that itself strengthened the friendship they
already had.
Five years
ago - against all rules, regulations, and common decencies between friends �
Lara and Hillary had slept together.

It had
happened completely by accident. They had been up late celebrating Hillary�s 40^th
birthday. For the occasion, Lara had agreed that just this one time, she would
wear a dress. It was a lovely white dress, short enough to show off her tanned
legs, and cut low enough to give a tantalizing hint of cleavage, yet it still
remained tasteful.
It was just the three of them that evening.
Bryce had passed out after drinking two glasses of wine and half a bottle of
champagne, but Lara and Hillary were still teetering on the brink of sobriety.
Both were struggling to hold on to it.
�C�mon
Hilly,� she slurred. �Help me finish off this last bottle of champagne. I can�t
drink it all by myself.� She began to
pour a glassful, but found difficulty in getting it to stay in the glass.
Finally, she abandoned the idea and drank straight from the bottle itself.
�You�re
dripping..� He said complacently, watching champagne
dribble from the sides of her mouth and down her neck. She gulped and giggled, and
Hillary helped her remove the bottle from her lips.
�Wow, I
think I�m really drunk.� She smiled, wiping her mouth with the back of her
hand. �Thanks, Hilly.� She had gotten into the habit of calling him �Hilly�
after the first few glasses of alcohol. He assumed it was easier for her to
say, and wasn�t bothered at all by his new nickname. He actually found it
endearing. Lara, he noticed, was quite cute when she was drunk. Then he
wondered why on earth he had thought that. He certainly knew he had drunk far
too much to be thinking coherently. He also didn�t really care, and so when he
took the bottle from Lara�s lips, he placed it to his own. They each took turns
swigging from the bottle of champagne until they had finished it completely.
They sat
together on the sofa, talking about everything and nothing. They were both past
the state of being �slightly tipsy� and were finding difficulty in continuing
coherent conversation. Lara rested her head against Hillary�s shoulder, and he
rested his head against hers. They both appeared to be watching Bryce as he
snored softly on the sofa across from them.
�What do
you suppose we do with him?� He asked her.
�Mmm�just
leave him. He�ll be fine.� Lara mumbled, her hand absently toying with one of
the buttons on his shirt. Under normal circumstances, Hillary would�ve found
their current position to be very inappropriate. Lara�s closeness, though, made
him happy, and he wasn�t in the mood to stop her from touching him. He reached
his arm around her shoulder and held her as she leaned closer to him, her head
now resting in his lap. They remained like that for several minutes, enjoying
the closeness. Lara heard Hillary sigh, and she looked up at him.
�Whas the matter?� She asked, concerned. He gave her a
bittersweet smile.
�I dunno,
Lara. I guess the realization that I�m forty years old has just hit me.� He ran
his fingers gently through her hair, watching the long, raven strands slip
smoothly through his fingers, then repeating the action as he spoke. �It seems
like only yesterday that I was your age.� Lara shifted so that she was facing
upwards, watching him.
�When you
were my age, Hilly, I was ten.� She smiled, raising an eyebrow.
�Well that
certainly puts it in perspective.� He stated dryly. Lara giggled. It was such a
sweet laugh, and it amused Hillary for some reason. Soon both of them were
laughing, and they hadn�t the faintest idea why.
�We should
really get to bed, Lara.� He said after a pause. She sat up. When she did, her
face was merely inches away from his.
�I think I
might need some help getting up the stairs.� She said, stifling a giggle. He
held onto her as they made their way from the sofa to the staircase. After a
few feet, Lara stopped, leaning against the banister. She was looking at him
rather oddly, as if she was contemplating something that he wasn�t aware of.
�Hilly,
could I have a goodnight kiss?� She asked sweetly. His eyes searched hers. He
wanted to, but he knew they were in no state to do anything they would regret.
Would he regret it?
�I don�t
think that�s such a good idea�� He said gently. He could see the disappointment
in her eyes, but her expression remained the same � sweet and calm.
�Why?
Because we�ve both had a lot to drink and you think you�d regret it.� She
stated, still looking him in the eye.
�I think
that *you* would regret it, Lara.� He responded. She turned her head to one
side, frowning.
�Why do you
think that?� She asked.
�I just
do.� He shrugged. He wasn�t about to let her do anything he knew she shouldn�t
be doing. And she should not be kissing her butler. She shouldn�t be leaning
in, her face closer and closer to his every second. She shouldn�t be brushing
her lips against his. He most certainly shouldn�t be enjoying this as much as
he was.
It
shouldn�t have happened. But it was happening, and all too fast for Hillary to
realize what was going on until he felt her tongue against his lips, gently
easing his mouth open. He reciprocated the action. God knows why. She was
beautiful, and he wouldn�t be an honest man if he said he had never thought
about her like this at least once. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn�t stop
himself. And Lara was certainly not going to stop him either. After several
moments, he pulled away, gently kissing her soft lips once more.
�Lady
Croft�are you trying to seduce me?� He tried to keep a
straight face, but failed miserably � especially when Lara burst into a fit of
giggles. It was an all too perfect moment for him to crack a joke. He hoped it
would lessen the ridiculous amount of sexual tension that had built up between
them in the past 10 minutes. For some reason, the sight of Lara laughing so
effusively was incredibly appealing. His plan was backfiring. Instead of making
the situation better, he was finding her even more alluring. He was far too
drunk for this�
They
somehow managed to make it up the stairs. They had reached the second floor
landing when Lara stopped.
�I don�t
think I can make it to my room.� She giggled. Hillary looked at her, concerned.
�Are you
going to be alright?� He asked. She gave him a sideways glance and grinned
devilishly.
�I�m
feeling just fine.� She said, and kissed him once more. �Do you mind if I sleep
in your bed?� Hillary wished she hadn�t asked. Of course he didn�t mind. But he
also didn�t want anything else to happen while they were so obviously out of
control. Lara, he guessed, had another agenda for the evening. �It�s just one
night,� he thought. And he did really, really want her.
�Not at all.� He finally said, and kissed her hard.

�This is so
wrong, Hilly.� Lara had him against the door, already undoing the buttons on
his shirt. �But I want it so badly. Promise you won�t hate me in the morning?�
She mumbled, her lips busy with his.
�Promise.� He replied. �That is, if you don�t hate me
first.� His hands trailed up and down her sides, brushing against the silky
fabric of her dress. There was no turning back now.

Hillary
always loved the sight of Lara in a dress. She rarely wore them, but whenever
he bribed her into doing so, the sight was nothing less than amazing. She had
asked him earlier what he wanted for his birthday. �Just wear a dress,� he had
said. �Then, I can die a happy man,� he joked.
He never
would have guessed how ironic those words would sound now, though. They had made
their way into Hillary�s room and both were on the bed. Lara�s legs were on
either side of Hillary�s waist, giving him a tempting view of her pink satin
panties peeking out under her dress. He smiled, wondering about the choice of
colour. Lara hated pink, didn�t she?
�You didn�t
have this planned out or anything, did you?� He teased
and watched her amused expression.
�I
might�ve.� She said mysteriously, and leaned down to kiss him again.
Lara�s head
was swimming. Mainly with alcohol, but another part was swimming with lust.
Lust for her butler, for the man she knew she could not and should not ever
have. The fact that he was so off-limits to her was what intrigued her the
most. Lara had always wanted what she couldn�t have � it was just her nature.
And Hillary would always be something she couldn�t have. That is, until
tonight. She shivered at the thought of it.
�Mmm..� she moaned into his mouth. He was hardly touching her,
yet just through his kisses she felt him on every inch of her body. She could
also feel his reaction to her closeness against her. It was pressing against a
particularly sensitive spot for her, and she slowly slid her hips back and
forth against him. She felt his breath quicken and was rewarded with a gasp
from the man beneath her.
�Resisting
you is becoming increasingly difficult, you know.� He growled sarcastically.
�I know,�
she said, climbing off of him to remove her shoes and dress. �That�s the idea.�
She smirked and stood next to the bed, sliding off her shoes and unzipping her
dress, letting it slide off her shoulders and fall gracefully to her feet. He
watched her intensely, swallowing a knot when he saw her standing there in
front of him, clad only in a pair of low-cut panties. She gave him a look, and
he immediately knew what she wanted. Moving closer, he sat on the edge of the
bed in front of her, his face level to her stomach. He placed his hands around
her hips and pulled her forward a bit, so that his lips touched her skin. She
gasped when she felt his hot mouth against her skin, kissing his way downwards.
She smiled when she felt his tongue dip into her belly button, then continue further down. There was an incessant throbbing
of anticipation between her legs. She felt her heart pounding in her chest as
his kisses went lower and lower. He reached a certain point, and his hands slid
down from her hips, pulling the soft pink satin down her legs.
Lara
watched as Hillary stared admiringly at her exposed skin. He ran his fingers
over the dark tangle of hair, then curved them
underneath, drawing out a pleasant moan from Lara. He took the sound as
encouragement to continue and this time used his mouth as well as his fingers.
Lara placed her leg up onto the bed for support, and he stroked her thigh
softly with his non-occupied hand.
He had no
problem spending as much time as it took to get Lara off. He loved her taste,
her scent�and the little noises she was making were urging him on even more. He
found that she was coming quicker than he expected, and prepared himself for
the full force of her orgasm. Lara tossed her head back and cried out, her
hands gripping Hillary�s short hair. He didn�t let up until he felt her loosen
her grip on his head and he pulled back, glad to be able to breathe properly
again.
�Hilly��
She panted, crawling up onto the bed next to him. �How did you ever get so good
at doing that?� He smiled over at her, but didn�t say a word. Instead he placed
a pillow underneath her head and pulled back the covers for her. She looked at
him suspiciously.
�You�re not
planning on sleeping after all that, are you?� She asked,
a hint of indignation in her voice. In all honesty, Hillary had hoped they
could get through the night without having sex, but it was obvious now that it
was easier said than done. It wasn�t that he didn�t want her. He wanted her so
badly he could taste it. In fact, he could still taste her on his tongue, and
it reminded him of how much he wanted to take her right then and there. But he
had her best interests in mind, and knew that if they had sex, it would make
things all the more awkward the next day. He looked at her, ready to apologise.
�Don�t even
think about it.� She said, and pulled him down on top of her, kissing him
deeply. He gave in to his desires and kissed her back with equal force. He let
her undress him, and was rewarded with the touch of her talented fingertips
against his rigid cock. He struggled to breathe, loving every touch of her
hands on him. He forgot about his moral dilemma as soon as he entered her. Life
was too short to think about little things like right and wrong. They�d sort it
out in the morning�

Lara woke
slowly, at first unsure of her surroundings. Her eyes were closed, but she knew
from the scent of clean cotton sheets and green tea candles that she was not in
her bedroom. When she opened her eyes, she found Hillary sleeping next to her,
his lips parted slightly, his arm extended out in front of him. She softly ran
a finger along the palm of his hand and up around his fingers, fondly
remembering where those very fingers had been last night, giving her more
pleasure than she had ever experienced before. She idly wondered what time it
was, but judging by the sunlight pouring through the room, it was probably
sometime around 10 o�clock. She began to sit up, but felt the rush of a
headache approaching and instead she opted to rest her head back down onto the
pillow. She snuggled down into the covers, shifting her body slightly closer to
Hillary�s. When he felt her warm body against his, he began to wake. He slowly opened
his eyes to find her staring at him, a relaxed smile upon her face. He blinked
a few times in confusion before remembering why Lara was in his bed and why
there appeared to be a lack of clothing between them.
�Morning,
Hillary,� she spoke, her face resting on the same pillow as his. She was so close, he contemplated kissing her, but then immediately
dismissed the thought.
�Good
morning, Lady Croft.� All of a sudden, Hillary felt very uncomfortable about
the situation. They had gone through with it last night. All
the way. Hillary and Lara had just shared the most intimate act two
human beings could possibly have with one another. And there he was the next
morning, even more unsure of what to say to her.
�Lady
Croft?� Lara asked, teasingly. �It was Lara last night. I remember, because you
were shouting my name.� She smirked. Hillary turned a bright shade of pink and
cleared his throat nervously. She saw the look on his face and immediately
regretted what she had said. �I�m sorry, Hillary. That was probably not the
most appropriate thing to say�� She was trying to get him to be more open with
her, but the harder she tried, the more reserved he became.
�Look,
Hilly. I don�t want last night to get in the way of our friendship. We were
both drunk, and it just happened. I don�t regret it, nor do I apologise for it.
And it was one of the best nights I�ve had. So just for the record, I really
enjoyed it.� She was being honest with him about it. At the same time, she
didn�t want to appear as if she was too keen on him. It was, after all, just a
one night stand. And a drunken one at that.
�I don�t
regret it either, Lara.� Hillary said after a moment. �I wish we had been a bit
more sober when it happened, but we can�t really do anything about that now.�
He didn�t realize he was doing it, but Lara found comfort in his hand resting
against her waist as they lay together, talking.
�It�ll be
something to remember, certainly.� Lara smiled. �And it will always be our
secret.� Hillary smiled at that.
�Yes.� He
said, idly brushing his fingers against her skin. They lay together in silence
for several minutes.
�It was
good though, wasn�t it?� Lara asked.
�Very good.� Hillary smiled. �You have no idea�� He trailed
off.
�I think I
might,� she said coyly. Hillary watched her as she closed her eyes, looking
content. He gently untangled himself from her and slid out of bed.
�I�ve got
some work to do this morning, but I don�t mind if you want to sleep here for a
bit longer.� He said, heading for the shower. Lara opened one eye, listening to
his departing footsteps. She contemplated joining him in the shower, but then
decided against it. Closing her eyes again, she drifted back to sleep.
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