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Come Hell or High Water	By : Khaleesi-Of-Dragons Category: +S through Z > Tomb Raider (all) > Tomb Raider (all) Views: 5870 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Tomb Raider, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. Any and all songs used belong to their respective owners.

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Terry sighs, relaxing in his seat and watching Lara curiously—the brunette is still tense no matter how much she tried to pretend otherwise and this made Terry want to know what she was hiding. He tilts his head to the side, watching her as she shifts in the driver's seat, her plump lips pursing slightly in annoyance. "What," she asks, cutting her gaze towards him for a brief second before she stares at the road again. The last thing either of them needed was to crash and die. He shakes his head with a smile, feigning looking out his window when in all actuality he was still watching her using the reflective glass. Lara Croft is beautiful, the type of woman any straight man would want in his bed. She has an amazing body, flat, firm stomach, huge breasts, and the perfect ass; Terry was itching the tear her clothes off and fuck her until she couldn't walk. "Have you ever heard of Nicole Strong?"
"Yeah, the guards talked about her a lot, why," he asks in amusement. Why the hell would Lara want to know about a porn star? Nicole Strong went viral overnight according to the guards back at the prison; she was flexible and willing to try anything once. The type of girl that made a red-blooded man like Terry putty in her hands. She sounded somewhat like Lara. The brunette shrugs with a little smirk. "Don't tell me you're close friends with Strong." That would be a dream come true.
"Have you heard from AJ recently?" The sudden change in conversation made him scowl, the thought of his ex-wife making his excited mood take a nosedive off a cliff. Alexis James, bitch galore and a spy for MI6. The second she realized he'd turned his back she helped to take him down, smiling as he was carted away and sending him divorce papers the next day. He wasn't going to lie, they had amazing sex, but that was about it that he cared to remember about the redhead.
"Not since our divorce was completely finished, then all she did was send me her wedding ring." Lara chuckles at that, parking the truck she was driving outside an enormous country estate. The outside is made up of wood and glass and he had no doubt that someone important lived here. "What are we doin' here?" Lara smiles, getting out and walking up to the enormous front door, pushing it open without preamble and disappearing inside. Terry stares after her for a second before he follows her lead. Inside is all marble and brass, the floors a sparkling white with veins of what looked like gold running through it. Overhead is a small crystal chandelier, lighting up the entryway and throwing rainbows all over the off-white walls. The entryway is small, but the parlor they walk into next is huge and decorated with expensive taste. The fireplace is made up of stones of different shapes and sizes, the floor is wood, and the black furniture sets off the cream colored walls and pale blue curtains.
The room is obviously meant to feel comfortable without trying too hard, across from the couch is a big screen TV and a state of the art surround sound and DVD player, on its left is shelf after shelf of movies, and on its right is the same, the only difference being the shelves are filled with all kind of books. Terry looks at the TV in awe, it's one of the greatest things he's seen since he was set free and he wanted to savor the moment. The song Burn it to the Ground is playing loudly over the speakers, and he locates an iPod touch plugged into the surround sound. He taps his foot along with the beat, not noticing as a woman walks into the room until he smells a familiar body wash—Warm Vanilla Sugar. It elicited an immediate reaction out of him, a mix of nostalgia and anger. When he turns he finds the last person he wanted to see standing in the doorway of the room, wearing only a pair of expensive high heels and a scowl. "What the fuck are you doing here," she demands, resting one hand on her hip. Not much about his ex-wife had changed over the years, she still had a head of fiery red hair and a temper to match—her once pale skin is now a gorgeous tan and she'd lost weight enough to still be curvy and soft. Her breasts weren't as impressive as Lara's, but they were a nice handful.
"Your cover's been made," Lara states, a hand resting on her pistol. AJ lets out a low growl, turning and walking up three stairs that lead to a hallway. "Well, she certainly took seeing you better than I thought she would." Lara and Terry walk a few feet behind AJ, so the redhead wouldn't overhear them. "I had rather hoped she wouldn't try to kill you just yet." Terry scoffs, his eyes watching AJ's hips sway despite the fact that he wanted nothing more than to punch the bitch. He had to give it to her, she looked great.
AJ leads them to an office, the walls of the room completely covered with books, the floor covered with a dark blue carpet, but the darkness of the room is offset by the floor to ceiling windows placed behind a massive oak desk, the curtains tied back to allow natural sunlight to fill the spacious room. AJ sits on the edge of the desk, leaning so that she was braced on her hands, pushing her chest out appealingly—her legs crossed. He swallows hard, fighting all his instincts to flip her over and go at her with everything he had. "MI6 didn't say anything, so why are you here?"
"You are aware of a man by the name of Reiss?"
"Uh-huh, he's that weirdo that gives me two grand for a blowjob," she shrugs, hazel eyes showing just how annoyed she was with Terry being there.
"Two grand," Terry asks incredulously," for head?"
"I'm very good at what I do, especially if there's something in it for me." She looks him up and down in disdain before continuing. "You know, like the orgasm I never got from you." That was a low blow and she knew it, but the infuriated look on his face made her smile. Lara smiles at Terry's expression, enjoying the fact that even his ex-wife knew he wasn't as good at sex as he thought he was. "You both can stay here tonight and head out in the morning, you must be tired." AJ sits up straight, stretching with her arms above her head in a way that made Terry hard. And then the conversation in the truck clicked into place. AJ is Nicole Strong, his ex-wife is the woman that the prison guards had become so obsessed with.
"You're," he starts, pointing at AJ and then pausing to look at Lara for confirmation," she's Nicole Strong?" Lara smirks and that was enough to let Terry know that men worldwide had seen AJ's body. Some part deep inside him was angry and jealous, he didn't like sharing what was his. But she's not his anymore, the ring in his pocket proved that well enough. AJ grins, hopping off the desk and pulling a black robe off the chair behind the desk, shrugging it on and covering her bare form. It's a short robe, stopping about mid-thigh, leaving her legs at the mercy of his eyes.
"MI6 thought it would work as a new cover, so they posted a sex tape and altered it slightly to look like a professional porno, changed my name, and sold it to the media for three mill." She shrugs like it was no big deal.
"What tape?"
"Remember our three year anniversary, how we got really high and horny?" She lets that sentence hang in the air, watching his face for a reaction. "Apparently it was a big hit and now I'm rich." Terry didn't like it, he especially didn't like the part about him being in the damn video. "Don't look so shocked, sweetie, MI6 made sure not to show your pretty face—they didn't want to scare anyone." She laughs, walking out of the room again down another hallway. This one had walls made of wood stained dark red and pictures lined the wall. The pictures varied, most of them she'd taken when she was posing as a nature photographer, but a couple of them were of her with different people.
Her heels clicked loudly on the marble floor, but they were mostly drowned out by the music floating after them from the parlor; now it was The Ballad of Mona Lisa, not one of his favorites, but it wasn't terrible. He preferred classic rock to the newer shit—Panic at the Disco couldn't hold a candle to Kansas, but they were tolerable on long car trips when nothing else was on. Slowly the pictures gave way to doors, and AJ stops outside the last door on the right, throwing the double doors open to reveal a bedroom painted in a deep teal, dominated by the four poster bed that set against the wall opposite the doors. The bed had sheets, pillows, and covers of alternating white and pale green that went well with the smallness of the room. The floor is a pale wood, like the kind you might find in a beach house. There is a set of double doors on the left wall that opened up to a small balcony of sorts, and on the right wall is a simple chestnut dresser for clothing. "I'll take this room," Lara states, throwing her bag down on the bed and closing the doors behind Terry and AJ. It seems the only room meant to feel intimidating in the entire house that he's seen is her office.
AJ leads him across the hall to the next room, pausing long enough to unlock the doors before pushing them open. This room had an airy feel to it that went along with the dominant navy colors and the red accents. It's bigger than Lara's, but not by too much. The bed dominated this room as well, but was set up against the left wall, opposite that is his own balcony and dresser, but the thing that caught his eye was directly across from the doors. A mural took up most of that wall, a beach scene that was very familiar to him. It's from their honeymoon to Hawaii, the startling reds and soothing pinks of the sunset they had witnessed that night brought a wave of longing crashing into him. "Did you paint that," he asks, moving forward to run a hand over the detailed waves. Near the painting's water are two silhouettes—silhouettes he knew belonged to him and AJ.
"I got bored one day," she says with a nod, coming to stand beside him," I thought the room could use something personal." He smiles down at her, taking in her faraway expression; she was thinking about that night too. That was one of the best nights of his life, they'd danced until their bottle of champagne was empty, the cool water washing over their bare feet. He'd laid her down on a blanket they'd brought along and he'd made love—actually made love—to her for the first time. She was beautiful that night, her long hair hanging in its natural waves, she was wearing a black two piece and by the time that they were finished that night, the two piece was in ruins and she ended up wearing his shirt on the way back to the hotel.
"Sleep with me tonight." She smiles up at him, biting her lower lip.
"You couldn't afford me." Her tone is light and joking, but beneath that he heard a hint of sadness, loneliness. "You have a big day ahead of you, better get some rest." And then she was gone, leaving him to his thoughts. A few minutes later the music shut off, giving him a pretty good idea of where she was. He sighs, digging some clothes out of his bag and jogging to the parlor. AJ stood in the middle of the room, one hand on her hip and the other rubbing the back of her neck.
"Hey, uh, where can I shower?"
"Follow me." She leads him through the entry way again and up a staircase to the second floor, which is basically one big, open space. White carpet with white walls, and a long, cameo couch opposite a wall made completely of glass. "It's bullet proof," she says, noticing the direction he was looking," I'm not a complete idiot." There was a small table beside the couch, holding a lamp and a book. She walks straight past it for one of the two doors in the room, opening the door on her right and stepping aside so he could enter. The bathroom is done up in earthy colors, mainly light browns and dark reds. The floor is tile, and the counter/sink area has a few bottles scattering its surface—mainly perfumes and lotions with the occasion hand wash. The shower is tucked neatly into the corner, the two outside walls made of glass while the back two are the same brown tile of the floor. A whirl pool bath was set into the floor in the center of the room, a few bottles and washrags on the edges of the white porcelain.
Terry catches AJ's wrist when she tried to walk out, pulling her back to him gently and slowly, trying not to make any sudden movements that would send her running. "Stay with me," he whispers in her ear. She looks up at him, her lips parted slightly as her breathing became heavy.
"We would only regret it in the morning," she whispers back. Her voice is barely audible and just seconds later she was kissing him with all the passion that had pent up over the years he was away. She is stronger than she appeared, pushing him until he was against a wall and beginning to work on his pants. He laughs breathlessly when she moves to nip at his throat, his hands moving to the tie holding her robe closed, making quick work of it. The black silk pools at her feet, leaving her bare before him. At some other time he might have stopped to drink her in, but right now he was a man that was dying of thirst and the one thing that could save him was between those thighs of hers. AJ gasps when he picks her up and sets her down on the counter, her hazel eyes half-lidded and burning with the same fire she'd ignited in him. She needs this as much as he does.
"You're beautiful." She moans, her hands grasping his shoulders as he thrusts into her warm, wet opening. He had to fight not to cum then and there, it had been too long since he'd had a woman, let alone a woman as tight as AJ. She felt like heaven, the way she clenched around him, tempting him to just give in. He lets out a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding, latching onto one of her hard peaks and beginning to thrust. The rhythm they set was familiar—a fast tribal beat, there was no room for love and sentiment, only the raw pleasure coursing through their bodies.
"God," she shouts, throwing her head back and convulsing around him. Terry clenches his teeth, tightening his grip on her hips and continuing to drive himself into her until a blinding ecstasy overwhelms him, turning the world golden with AJ's name falling from his lips. The pair stays in that awkward position for a few minutes longer, Terry resting his head on AJ's shoulder while trying to catch his breath.
"We're gonna need a shower," he murmurs with a smirk, picking her up again. AJ laughs, wrapping her legs and arms around him. She had a feeling that she wouldn't be any cleaner after the shower and she couldn't wait.
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