Sam Nishimura is a wanna-be badass (the_reason) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2014-05-26 21:11:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, lara croft, sam nishimura |
"What...what are you doing?"
Who: S.S. Endurance
What: Sam braids Lara's hair.
When: Recently!
Where: Croft Manor.
Rating/Warnings: 5/5 Fuzzytimes.
Status: Complete!
Lara had collected a lot of data from her intern, as well as a few other sources. She was in need of a new intern but that could wait. The house at least was going to feel a lot better, with Tauriel and Alistair moving in. It made her happy. The house wouldn’t go to waste. And even yesterday a pair of Dani’s friends had stopped by since they actually lived in the neighborhood.
It was, however, oddly drizzly outside, but she didn’t really notice. She was too occupied poring over her manuscript. The new little kitten was curled up in her lap and she absently stroked it’s head with one finger.
Sam had finished moving her film equipment into the study and setting everything up. There had been days where her fingers positively itched to get back to work, but now that it was all assembled she felt like she had nothing to do.
All of the film from the expedition and their trip to Malaysia had been edited and put together into webisodes. She'd had some fun filming the additions of Renji the Puppy and Lucas the Kitten to their house, and set up some video capture of the time they'd set up the animal tree house, but all of that wasn't really pulling her. She felt listless, and still wasn't sleeping well. In fact, Sam felt positively depressed. Of course it would be raining outside, too.
Something told her she should feel more suspicious about that, but she didn't really want to. What she wanted was to cheer up. So she grabbed Lara's hairbrush and her collective box of various hair accessories, her curling iron, and a kitten, and went to find Lara.
Of course, Lara could usually be found in the study, and today was no exception. She plopped Lucas onto Lara's desk, followed by the curling iron and the box, then started pulling Lara's hair out of its ponytail.
"What...what are you doing?" Lara tried to swat at Sam's hands without dislodging or disturbing the little siamese in her lap. "Sam. Oh no, Lucas." She tried to stop the other kitten as he padded all over her work. Which left her hair free.
In short order she was holding two squirming kittens and was completely at Sam's mercy.
"I'm finding you a new go-to hairstyle, Lara. Just let me have this. I have a desperately mighty need to play with hair." Sam replied, sounding every bit as desperate as she was making herself out to be.
Her fingers combed through Lara's hair, "I was going to plug in the curling iron but the kids are all squiggly right now, and I don't want the little guys to get burned! See? See, Lara? I'm applying my brainpan!"
“You can play with my hair any time you want, Sam, you don’t need to…No, there’s going to be no curling of my hair!” The kittens were a handful and Lara kept having to keep them from plopping themselves on her work. Except they did, curled up together adorably. “Bugger.”
"But your hair would look so pretty if you just let me curl it! Come on, Lara, it's not like I've ever burned you with my curling iron or messed your hair up. I seem to recall doing a badassed job on your hair for the prom!" Sam sounded just slightly insulted that Lara would forget how awesome she was with hair tools, considering that was her only other skillset, really.
But she was mostly joking, and she giggled a bit as she got her hairbrush and started carefully brushing away. There was something calming about the movement, and being in her element. Being with Lara, "I'm way better at hair than finding you dates at least?"
"That was prom," Lara said. "This is just...well you're right about that. Every date you put me on was like a little torture, Sam. That one with the surfer? I can't believe you tried to set me up with him." She closed her eyes, letting Sam brush at her hair. Truthfully it felt wonderful, and she knew she'd lost this argument.
"Well he had such cute eyes and a really adorable way of just staring and letting you talk, which I thought you'd appreciate when you started rambling about archaeology! Since he wouldn't interrupt you or fall asleep on you and make you feel awkward?" It had been a horrible idea, really, but she'd been desperate to either find Lara someone to love or push Lara to come out.
The last few years had proven that pushing Lara on some things just wasn't going to get you anywhere, though. It made Sam laugh, mostly at herself.
“He was high the whole time, of course he’d sit there and listen to me prattle on.” It had been embarrassing, and even worse she’d gone home with him. No, wait she hadn’t. That had been in the dreams…Lara shook her head. “Bugger are we talking about the dream surfer bloke or the one when we were awake?”
"... I honestly don't even know. Because man, they were so alike that it's super easy to confuse them." A lot of their dream life pre-Yamatai had been so similar their real lives that they blended together, most days.
Sam started sectioning Lara's hair off into pieces, then slowly began to weave it into a french braid. Those were a lot more elegant than regular braids, and she thought the style would really suit Lara.
Okay, and also, she might have spent some time googling the franchise.
Meticulously. And then watching movies. Angelina Jolie was hot, but she was no Lara.
“I was never with anyone else here,” Lara said. “But I was with a few people there, and I went on more expeditions with my father and Roth….but it was exactly the same otherwise.” Not counting being more...aware...of her attraction to Sam in the dreams. “What are you doing back there…?”
"Yeah, but a lot of the rest of it really does just kind of blend together. I mean, my parents were about as bad there, and we still ended up at that boarding school together... I still can't believe you never slept with anyone here but me!" Sam would never be able to wrap her head around that. Sex was way too awesome to just ignore its existence like that.
"I'm not doing anything! Suspicious, anyway. I mean, I'm just braiding your hair, sweetie."
"I never wanted anyone, and I was too busy besides." Lara shrugged her shoulders, her fingers becoming distracted in the fur of the kittens. One rolled over and she scritched his belly. "I haven't had a braid since I was a little girl...are you trying to rob the cradle, Sam?"
"I'm not a pedophile, Lara, oh my god!" Sam actually paused in her braiding for a second to swat her hand against the back of Lara's ear, "I can't believe you'd even say that. French braids are very grown up and so fucking hot. Imagine slowly undoing a woman's hair with one of those in, layer by layer... looping your fingers through her silky tresses and pretending it's like unlacing a corset..."
Was it getting hot in there? Sam waved her hand in the air next to her face a bit, "It is SUPER hot in here."
It made Lara laugh. "I was thinking more like a cheerleader, which I would never be, you know." She closed her eyes as Sam kept speaking, and her own skin grew heated and flushed the thicker Sam's voice got. "Perhaps...turn that fan on, love."
"Ooo, Lara the cheerleader. No, you never would have made it, but there's no reason we can't put you in pigtails and do a little bit of roleplaying!"
That just made Sam feel even more hot and she was beginning to wonder if hair playtime was going to lead to sexy times. In the study, which was even hotter. She clipped the strands she'd been weaving into place, and then went to turn the fan on, "We need to turn on the air conditioning."
“But it’s so expensive, Sam!” Lara made a face, her nose wrinkling up as she thought about it. “But it’s...probably a good idea.”
However, while Sam was distracted, Lara slowly reached back to mess with her hair.
"I thought you'd never say that, but I was hoping you would. Because like... our poor roommates shouldn't have to suffer, either! And our little furry friends, they're covered in hair, Lara! They're probably hotter than we are." Sam's voice trailed out the door and echoed from the hallway as she flicked the AC on, setting it to (what she felt) was a reasonable 78 degrees.
Then she marched back into the room and thwapped her hand against Lara's fingers, "No! Bad Lara! Bad!"
“No one is hotter than you are.” Lara actually looked proud of herself for coming up with that one. But being around Sam as long as she had, she’d heard just about every flirt imaginable. She just tried very hard to not embarrass herself too much. “Damn it…” She shook her fingers out.
"There's at least one thing that's hotter than Sam Nishimura, and her name is Lara Croft," Sam confidently replied, like her opinion was fact and couldn't even be questioned. Lara would probably question it anyway. She didn't care.
She finished up the french braid and wound a hair tie around the bottom to keep it all together, then fished a couple mirrors out of her accessory box. She handed one to Lara, then held one behind Lara's head so that Lara could see the back of her hair with the mirror she was holding, "You look like a proper lady, Ms. Croft."
“You’re full of shite, Sam!” Lara laughed, trying to not disturb the cats. “You’re hot, I’m just...plain.” She peered at herself in the mirror. “Oh this isn’t...that bad. I rather like it.” She really did. “It stays out of the way. I like that.”
"I am not, you're the hottest thing on the planet. And now I want to prove it to you by doing you right here with the french braid still in. OMG. Let's kick the cats out and see if it can withstand the Sam Nishimura tornado!" Sam exclaimed. She was pretty much always on and that braid was definitely doing it for her. She carefully picked both kittens up off the manuscript and started carrying them to the door.
“I’m not getting any work done, am I,” Lara said with mock indignity. But when Sam had shooed the kittens out and closed the door, she was behind the other woman. She pinned Sam and gazed into her eyes. “I do admit it gives me a new degree of confidence.”
"Rowr, Lara," Sam purred. She loved it when Lara got like this. She loved it so much, "Are we gonna do it right here against the door? Because that's one we haven't done in here yet."
A hand slid down Sam’s front, and unbuttoned her jeans. The other pinned her arms above her head. Lara didn’t respond with words. Oh no. She liked to speak with action.