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Lara Croft (yestheyrereal) wrote in utr_logs,
@ 2008-08-13 14:46:00

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lara croft, peter parker

Who: Lara Croft and Peter Parker
What: A rescue!
When: Around nowish.
Where: Her/Their house in the English countryside.
Warnings: Who knows? Probable swearing, possible smutty action. We'll see where it goes.

The last couple of months had gone by without any incident. No more shootings, no more crazy temples to raid or tombs to ravage. She'd been doing her job at the university, and Peter had been going to school or work and fighting crime, once he healed that is. Neither of them had really brought up the incidents of the day he got shot, but Lara had never stopped thinking of that day, and it eventually came to a boiling point.

Intent on throwing herself into exercise in an effort to stop thinking about Peter, she ran five miles, biked ten more, hit the weights for an hour and a half and once she'd just about exhausted herself, she was sweaty and looking forward to a swim in the pool. Dragging herself up to her room, she changed into the tiniest bikini she had. The least amount of fabric resistance to her swimming, the better. As she climbed the diving board at the deep end of the pool, she caught herself in a yawn. All the roommate niceties she and Peter had been trying for were catching up with her, as she'd been putting in longer hours away from the house to stay out of his way. And all those hours cut into her sleep.

Standing at the top of the diving board, she turned to face the ladder, the tips of her toes curled on the edge of the board, her heels high as her feet arched. Lara spread her arms wide and jumped off the board, twisting to the side and over, in a complicated pattern. Just as it looked like she was going to clear the board, her neck relaxed just a bit too much, and she smacked the board full on, taking a shot to the temple. Lara flailed in the air as she began to fall into unconsciousness, her body falling like a limp rag doll to smash into the water relentlessly.

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slingingweb
2008-08-13 08:43 pm UTC (link)

Peter got back home relatively early, having captured a record twenty-five people in one hour (admittedly because twenty-two of them were involved in a gang fight, and two of the remaining three had been so drunk that he'd only had to poke them to knock them down). He'd decided to reward himself by actually getting his homework done instead of writing it in a furious scribble some ten minutes before class began.

When he passed through the kitchen and got a drink, he saw the water in the pool outside ripple. Peter all but dropped his root beer when he saw Lara testing the water with her toe, dressed in a bathing suit that was slightly more revealing than nudity. "That's not fair," he whined to himself, continuing to stare, almost unblinkingly. There was something about watching her walk away that did that to him.

When she reached the top of the diving board, Peter started to look away, but his spider-sense dragged his eyes back just as Lara hit her head against the diving board. "Lara!" Peter ran to the door and fumbled with the lock before just kicking it open. He ran to the water and dove in without thinking, trying to keep from panicking long enough to pull her out of the water. When his hand touched something warm and solid, he grabbed it and pulled. His hand was wrapped around her wrist, fortunately; with his luck, it could very well have been something else.

He put her arms around his shoulders and held on with one hand as he touched the bottom of the pool with the other. With some concentration, he jumped as hard as his legs would allow, fully clearing the water and landing on the deck. Peter laid Lara down on her back and reached for his cell phone to call an ambulance. Already waterlogged, the phone sparked in his hand when asked to perform. "Dammit!" He caught sight of the security camera on the side of the house. "Some help you are!" he shouted at it.

Peter took a deep breath. She wasn't breathing. What did he know about drowning? How was he a superhero when he didn't know CPR or any of that stuff? Damn it! Focus! He tilted her head to the side so that the water drained out. Then, with only the slightest hesitation, he pressed his mouth to hers, pinched her nose, and breathed. Once, twice, three times, four times... He paused. There was something else.

Peter placed his hand on her chest but hesitated when he felt a heartbeat, which probably meant he didn't have to do real CPR. Just keep breathing.

He pressed his mouth to her again, once, twice--

She started coughing up water and gasping for air. He could see a bruise developing on the side of her face, and he thought that was a good thing; meant a lower risk of concussion. He put his arms around her to keep her from injuring herself while she struggled to come to.

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yestheyrereal
2008-08-15 02:59 pm UTC (link)

It was the simplest thing, really. Breathe in, breathe out. But it felt as if she were trying to breathe in a vacuum. Once she had vomited up all the water, it became easier. One breath in, one breath out. Keep repeating, Lara. Breathing is supposed to be natural. Don't struggle so hard. She pushed up from the deck and struggled in an effort to be upright. It was easier breathing that way.

But she stopped struggling as she felt Peter's arms around her. He'd saved her, that much she knew. She remembered hitting the board and falling into the water, but nothing after that. She would have drowned if he hadn't come along. "Bloody hell," she coughed, her voice raspy from choking on all the water. Lara leaned into Peter, letting him hold her just a little bit longer.

Smiling, she turned in his arms to look up at him as she tried to even out her still ragged breathing. "I suppose you're going to gloat now that you actually did get to save me this time?"