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Come Hell or High Water	By : Khaleesi-Of-Dragons Category: +S through Z > Tomb Raider (all) > Tomb Raider (all) Views: 5871 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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"Are you sure she went this way," AJ asks, laying in the bottom of the boat in only her bra and a pair of shorts. Her shirt was rolled up under her head, the green silk wrinkling. "I mean, she could have gone anywhere, why would she take a boat?"
"She's doing what I would've done," Terry answers, pulling up next to a boathouse. "Put your shirt on, these people might have kids." AJ groans, siting up and pulling her shirt on over her head, messing up her thick hair. "I like the disheveled look on you, AJ, makes it look like you just had sex." She flips him off, running her fingers through her hair to tame the wavy mass. "Why don't you just stay here, you can't speak Chinese anyway."
"You always bring that up when you feel unmanly, have you realized that?" Terry shakes his head at her, climbing onto the dock. AJ tilts her head to the side, observing the way his muscles flexed as he climbed up the ladder to the boathouse. She wanted nothing more than to be wrapped up in his arms again without a care in the world just like the old days, but there was no getting those back. Hell, AJ would be happy to just have sex a little more often, but no guy that she's slept with since Terry went to prison was good enough, they didn't know all the spots she liked to be touched the way Terry did. He knew them right off the bat, leaving her a quivering mess the first time they fucked at his little brother's wedding. She was posing as a wedding photographer and hell bent on killing the wedding decorator—technically Francois was a bomber that had just blown up a foreign dignitary and the wedding was used as his alibi. Terry had attended for almost the same reason, his job to take Francois in for question and as best man for his brother.
Francois got away that day while Terry and AJ were busy in the hotel's ballroom. She smiles at the memory, growing wet at the thought of him touching her again; she was addicted to what he could give her and now she was going through withdrawals. She's desperate at this point, looking around to make sure no one could see her in the bottom of the boat before bringing a hand up to her breasts. She moans, closing her eyes and pretending it was Terry's hand touching her, pinching her hard peaks. She imagined Terry between her legs, taking her in his mouth and putting his sinful tongue to good use. Her free hand drifted down her body towards her shorts, but just as she was about to unbutton them and firmer, rough hand stops her.
She sits up with a gasp, finding Terry hovering over her with a hungry look in his eyes. They've darkened to brown, making the gold flecks seem to glow. Hers widen, watching him closely to see what he would do. "Come with me," he demands, voice barely more than a whisper. AJ nods, taking Terry's proffered hand and following him off the boat to a car. "Get in the back." She hesitates this time, but one smoldering look from him has her climbing in quickly, eager to find out what he was going to do. He climbs in after her, shutting the door and pulling on her legs to make her lie down, unbuttoning her shorts and pulling them and her panties down; throwing them in the front seat.
"Terry," she gasps, looking at him through half-lidded eyes. He gestures at her shirt, beginning to undress himself while she did the same—pulling his pants down just enough for his hard member to spring free. Once her bra and shirt joined her other clothes, he bends down to kiss her, the roughness of it making her groan and arch under his expert touch. His large hands, rough and calloused, move over her body towards the hairless mound between her thighs. She grinds against his hand, feeling two of his fingers moving inside her while his thumb worked against the bundle of nerves. Her breathing quickens, a knot tightening in her stomach as his mouth joins the fray, the added sensation of his teeth nipping at her breasts making her fall over the edge and cry out in pleasure.
"Jesus," Terry hisses as he buries himself inside her to the hilt, her inner muscles tightening around him as another orgasm hits her. She's never felt anything like this before and she doubts she will again. His thrust are quick and hard, one of his hands tangled in her hair and the other one supporting him—her hands wrap around him, fingernails leaving crescent shaped marks in his back, the pain adding to his pleasure and making him speed up. She matches him thrust for thrust, practically screaming as he hit that sweet spot inside her that made everything golden around the edges. It doesn't take long for AJ to fall over the edge again into an even harder climax that left her hoarse, Terry following soon after with her name on his lips. "Best…Sex…Ever."
"Yeah," she breathes, maneuvering so that she could lay against him while they caught their breath. "So, where to next?"
"Uh, private airport, a buddy of mine owes me a favor. From there we'll got to Tanzania, the little girl I talked to said Croft was headed there to play with the elephants." She chuckles, draping her arm across his stomach and getting comfortable. "You know, as hot as it is, you don't have to touch yourself when I'm around, just ask and I'll do it for you."
"Is that a promise?" She looks up at him with a smile, moving to straddle him.
"God, yes," he moans, grasping her hips in his hands as she begins to move against him, growing hard again.

"Again with the possibly jumping to our deaths," AJ practically sobs, her arms around Terry's neck tightening enough to cut off his air supply. He grunts, loosening it enough for him to breathe, but not enough to make AJ feel like he was going to let her fall.
"We're not jumping right now, AJ, I'm going to land the damn pane until I find out where the he we're going next." She nods, not letting him go until it was time to get out and walk. Terry quickly walks over to her, supporting her with one hand wrapped around her waist. They walk over to a bickering Hillary and Bryce and the two soldiers pushing them along, AJ beginning to calm down now that they were no longer in the air. He nods to the one on her right and she nods back, following his example and breaking the man's neck. "I don't suppose either of you know how to fly a helicopter?" Bryce looks at AJ to see if Terry was being serious, but her look did little to comfort him.
"I can," he answers, shocking the shit out of everyone present.
"What," Terry asks, taking a rife off one of the soldier's dead bodies.
"I've got over one hundred and fifty hours between fight simulation games and models."
"And in the real thing?"
"Two."
"Seriously," AJ asks, looking at him in a new light," that's hot." Bryce smiles shyly, stuffing his hands in his pockets. "You should've told me sooner, I could have gotten you more than two hours." Terry raises both brows, looking between the two of them with interest.
"Just who are you and how do you know AJ," he questions, taking a step towards Bryce.
"U-um, I'm Bryce and...And AJ and I had a couple of one night stands," he stutters, taking a step back. "Who are you?"
"Terry Sheridan, her husband." AJ rolls her eyes, practically seeing the testosterone coming off Terry in waves. She puts a hand on his chest to keep him from punching Bryce in the face.
"Can we get going," she asks, glaring between the two men.

"I'm not jumping!" Terry grins, picking her up over his shoulder and sliding down a rope into the Cradle of Life, AJ screaming obscenities the entire way down. Inside the Cradle is all rock arches, thunder, and lightening—every small noise sounding amplified.
"Come on." AJ nods reluctantly, following closely behind Terry with a fistful of his jacket in hand so that he wouldn't be tempted to push her off the ledge they were walking along. "This is insane," he whispers as they walking on what appeared to be the ceiling of the place, AJ's hair hanging towards the ground. Slowly the move back to walk on the ground again, stopping in front of a pool of bubbling, black goo; a glowing box floated in the middle, about the size of a shoe box. The couple share a long, excited look, Terry using his rifle to move the box over to them.
"Acid?" The parts of the gun that had touched the ooze began to melt and bubble, yet the box remained perfectly intact. It was clear now that the glow was coming from inside the box, from whatever was in there that everyone was fighting over. She never wanted to touch something so badly in her life, but the sound of a body hitting the floor made her and Terry look around. Fighting on the ledge above us is Lara and Reiss, neither one seeming to keep the upper hand for long.
"I don't think so, Reiss," Terry calls, raising his pistol. He didn't get the chance to fire because Lara and Reiss both come plummeting over the ledge, Lara grabbing a hold of some rock and hanging midair and Reiss continuing to fall into the acid. AJ winces, unable to imagine the excruciating pain Reiss must be feeling as he comes to the surface, the acid meting his skin and clothing. Feeling merciful, AJ takes the pistol and ends the screaming by shooting Reiss between his eyes, the skeleton falling back without a word, sinking into the ooze. Lara allows herself to slide the rest of the way down, landing safely on the ground with a pained grunt. Terry walks over to her while AJ sinks to the ground beside the Box.
The urge to open it comes back full force, her fingers twitching as she lays a hand on the lid. Would it be worth all the death that would come for just a little peek inside? "What are you doing," Lara demands, snapping AJ out of her daze and it's only then she realizes that the lid was cracked open, golden light pouring out. It's so beautiful, all she wants is to just open it a little bit more, just a little bit is that so bad?
"We're taking it with us," Terry informs her, walking over and grabbing AJ's backpack, ready to slide the Box inside.
"You're not walking out of here with that Box." He drops the bag, standing to face Lara again.
"You mean just leave it here? It could be worth a fortune."
"Put it back." AJ ignores them both, licking her lips in anticipation. She wants it so badly that she ached, if she didn't open it completely the ache would kill her. "It will kill millions of innocent people!" It will kill millions of innocent people...Kill...Innocent. The words echo in her head, bringing her back to her senses enough that she can recognize the ache was coming from having the Box open. With Terry and Lara distracted in an argument, AJ slides the lid closed and picks it up, scooting over to the very edge of the pool. Being careful not to get burned, she sets the box into the acid and watches as the acid consumes it, the glow finally vanishing and the high-pitched music cutting off. Terry notices immediately and turns to face me, blinking away the greedy light in his eyes.
"It's done," AJ whispers in a broken voice," the world will be safe until you idiots stumble upon another piece of ancient history." She picks up her bag, letting Terry and Lara help her out of the Cradle and back up to the real world. The mountain tribe waiting for us to help us out. Who AJ assumes is the Chieftain steps forward and says something in Swahili.
"The box is safe now," Kosa translates.
"You okay," Terry asks, looking down at AJ.
"Oh yeah, I'm good," she lies with a smile.
"That's not your I'm good face, that's you I have to pee, my bladder's about to explode face." She grimaces, bouncing a little on the balls of her feet with her legs squeezed together. "Come on, I'll stand guard while you pee. We've done it before, this time won't be any different."
Two Years Later...
Terry smiles down at his wife, watching as she holds their new son in her arms. The adoption had gone successfully thanks to their identities and a little nudge from MI6 and now they had a little boy to call their own—six months old, curling red hair and pale green eyes that were full of curiosity. He's perfect, Terry thinks to himself, smiling at the infant's babbles and cooing. "Yeah," AJ coos back," oh yeah, who's that? Is that Daddy?" The baby reaches out for him, so Terry quickly takes him from his wife, handing her the spatula to finish up their dinner.
They discovered a couple of weeks ago that baby Erik loved scrambled eggs and who were they to deny him? Erik giggles, grabbing Terry's nose and then his mouth. "Uh-huh," he nods, smiling as the baby continues to babble. "Oh, trust me, I know, you're mommy is just the worst person around!" AJ raises a brow at that, holding the spatula threateningly. "What was that? You think Aunt Lara should watch you tonight so Mommy and Daddy can have some privacy? That's the best plan I've heard all week."
"You're terrible, using our baby like that." AJ laughs, turning off the stove and dividing the eggs up on three plates. "But, I guess since Erik thinks it's a good idea, we can give it a try." Terry sets Erik in his high chair, strapping him in before attaching the tray and putting the little plate in front of his son. "Will Lara be here soon?"
"Any minute now." She smiles, pushing her food around on her plate as she watches Erik throw his food at Bear—who has recently returned from Terry's brother's house. The Pomsky eats the eggs quickly, his tail wagging as he watches the baby for more. An hour later finds AJ and Terry reclining in bed, neither one really listening to the music playing softly in the background. "We should send Erik to Lara's more often," Terry mumbles against her lips, laughing when she playfully smacks his chest. "I love you, Mrs. Sheridan."
"And I love you."
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