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Lara slept fitfully. She couldn't say that she'd ever really slept well; between her father and Roth's training and her work in archeology, she'd either slept like the dead or didn't sleep at all. Long nights spent at her desk, pouring over textbooks had rendered her immune to a normal sleep schedule, but the last few days had destroyed even the bare semblance of normalcy she'd tried to maintain.

The axe tumbled end over end, hurtling through the air at an impossible speed. Time seemed to slow, and Lara could swear she saw the glint of steel in the air, sharp metal reflecting the flickering firelight. It was impossible, though; she was nearly unconscious, and Roth was holding her up, firing his old friends, the sleek pair of tactical .45s he always had on him. Cultists died or ducked for cover, but Mathias, in his insanity, had walked through the flying lead...

Roth had turned her, protecting his protégé, his adopted daughter, with his own body. She'd felt it, the impact of the axe into his back, but it hadn't stopped him. He'd continued shooting, driving the cultists away, hanging on to life until he was sure that Lara had been safe. She knelt next to him as the life faded from his eyes, his voice weakening as blood left his body.

"Lara..." His mouth moved, but no sound issued forth, and he finally sagged, dead. Lara'd wrapped her arms around him, burying her head in his shoulder and sobbing. And yet, he continued to speak. "Lara. Lara!"

The young survivor gasped and leaned forward into her chair, wide eyes looking around the room. For a moment, she was on the Endurance, setting sail into the Dragon's Triangle, searching for that damned kingdom; Yamatai. Not no; while the room was in the bowels of the ship and obviously set up for living, it wasn't her old room aboard the Endurance. Her wild eyes finally focused on Sam, laying in the bed in front of her.

"Lara..." Sam said in her soft voice, relief evident. "You were dreaming, something about-"

"Sam, I'm so glad you're okay!" Lara had never been very forward; she didn't like to force her way on anybody else, even when she knew she was in the right. Because what if she weren't? But she'd had to interrupt her lifelong friend; if Sam had finished that sentence, then Lara would've had to think about it.

She didn't want to think about it.

With a huge smile, Lara stood from her chair, bending over the bed to wrap her arms around the cute Asian she'd known forever. The two of them held the hug for a moment, before Lara's fatigued muscles couldn't hold herself at such an odd angle and she had to sit herself down on the edge of Sam's bed. Her hand found Sam's, and she squeezed it gently, holding it close. "Thank goodness. Since we got off the island, you've been-"

"We got off?" It was, however, Sam's usual behavior to interrupt, and she did not disappoint. "Where are we?" Lara gave Sam a moment to look around, to remember getting picked up by the cargo ship that had come by at just the right time. She'd been semi-conscious since Himiko's transference ritual had been interrupted, and it took a short, thoughtful silence for it to come back to her. "Ah..." Her voice trailed off.

Lara grinned weakly, trying to break the silence. "Sorry about killing your millennia-old ancestor..." Her voice was sheepish and joking, and Sam shook her head.

"Trust me, I'm glad you did... I'm glad you came for me..."

"I told you I would..." Lara said quietly, finding herself leaning in closer. She remembered plunging her torch into the aged corpse, carrying Sam down from the top of the ziggurat, putting her on the PT boat... "Sam... I could never have left you. You mean too much to me. Roth... Grim... Alex..." Her voice caught but she fought on, searching for words. "If I lost you too, I'd... I need you, Sam."

"Lara..." Her voice was soft, as soft as her lips, Lara thought as they met, pressing against each other. She leaned over, draping her beaten and torn body over her friend's, kissing her deeper for a moment, hands held tightly. They shifted, the signal passing between the two of them wordlessly; as Lara began to strip her ragged and torn clothing, Sam pushed back the covers of the bed, inviting Lara into the warm confines and exposing her naked body. Lara couldn't strip fast enough; blood stuck the clothing to her body, and bandages held it close, but eventually Lara joined Sam under the clean fabric of the bed sheets.

Their warm bodies met; Sam's, uninjured, free of damage. Lara's, covering in a dozen new scars, a few stitched up wounds, and a few barely treated. This would stop neither of them, though, as their hands explored curves, groping and kneading in want as they finally gave themselves into a desire they'd both felt for years. Gentle lips, still smooth, pressed back against chapped, torn ones, and neither of them cared. Hands wandered unblemished skin and torn flesh alike, and neither of them cared. They only knew that neither of them had expected to get off the island alive, and yet, they both had.

Lara moved her kisses from Sam's lips to the soft, sensitive skin of her neck. Her hands squeezed and kneaded those perky Asian breasts, teasing the hard nipples she found thereupon and delighting in the sweet symphony of Sam's raising cries. Their bodies writhed against each other, moving in smooth rhythm, dragging skin across skin, sending lovely tingles from her skin through her body. Lara's teeth dug lightly into Sam's neck as she pinched those hard nipples, and the young Asian arched underneath her; her moans are intercepted as their mouth meet in another kiss.

Same could do little more than cling to Lara's back as the adventurer slid her hands down, caressing her hips, her thighs, moving closer and closer. She could feel the anticipation of the woman underneath her, and Lara grinned as she teasingly returned her hands to humble tits. Shuffling down, Lara kissed Sam's neck, then each breast, then her belly a few times before finally running her tongue experimentally over those quivering, swelling lips. Sam cried out in pleasure as Lara accidentally brushed over her clit, and the weary adventurer felt a surge of energy as she found another dark, moist cave to explore. Her tongue wound and drove into Sam's lovely pussy, tasting, exploring, pleasuring.

Indeed, it wasn't long before it became too much for Sam. She cried out, the loudest yet, and suddenly Lara found herself with moist lips, held tight as Same came around her, holding her still, pussy clenching at Lara's tongue. She smiled wryly, riding out the climax, letting Sam have the release she needed.

Eventually, the two of them dozed, held close to each other in body and heart. Lara dreamed of Roth, of Alex, and even ol' Grim, but not as they died. They'd made it off the island after all. None of them would be forgotten by Lara, and their memories would live with her as long as she was alive. And she planned to do a lot of living. Starting with Sam, again, when they woke up.
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