The Tomb Raider (lara) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2016-06-25 03:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, bo dennis, lara croft |
who: lara and Bo
what: being goofy
when: recently
Where: Croft Manor
Status: complete
rating: PG-13
Lara had a plan. And her plan was simple - drive Bo crazy with paranoia until she could achieve victory without actually doing anything. Oh, she had no intention of smacking anyone who didn’t deserve it, but if Bo was going to wander around with a pillow, then Lara wasn’t going to dissuade her from it. It was too funny not to and before long she’d actually forgotten what had prompted it.
Still, a few times she’d made Bo jump, and that had been worth it. And then she’d picked up a nerf gun and kept it very visible on her desk so every time Bo looked in she could see the nerf gun and start to expect to be shot with a dart.
Thus far, Lara’s plan was working. Bo was growing more and more paranoid with each passing moment. It hadn’t been immediate that Bo had started wandering around with a pillow, but she had immediately started keeping her back to the wall. She well knew she was at a great disadvantage in this sort of warfare. Lara was the expert at sneaking. Bo was the bursting into a room with guns blazing type.
After the few times she’d jumped, Bo started trying to move quieter. She was still carrying a pillow, ready to use it to deflect any potential smack for the mention of Indiana Jones. She was sneaking towards where Lara was working to see if she was still there. Really if Lara wanted to make Bo even more paranoid, she should just change what room she was in. Reaching the door, pillow held in one hand at her side, she slowly peaked around the corner. And, of course, she noted the nerf gun sitting there on the desk.
That seemed rather unfair considering Bo wasn’t armed with a projectile weapon. And she wasn’t going to throw the pillow when it was her defense. She pressed her lips together a bit, wondering what she should do. She was trying to formulate a plan of attack, of how to jump Lara without being detected and without triggering Lara.
There was just the slightest smile on Lara’s lips as she slowly reached towards the nerf gun, only for her hand to pass it. Like she was about to spring some kind of elaborate trap that Bo had inadvertently walked in to.
Seeing Lara’s hand move towards the nerf gun, Bo gripped the pillow tighter and lifted it a bit. And she inadvertently held her breath. As Lara’s hand passed by it, Bo let out the breath, but then she frowned. What did that mean? Was the nerf gun just a distraction from Lara’s true plan? She shifted to stand back upright, her back flush against the wall just outside of where Lara was. Bo glanced around, trying to decide what to do. She needed a projectile weapon because she wasn’t going to get caught unarmed.
And then Bo got an idea. A smirk crossed her face and she snuck off. It wasn’t a nerf gun, but she could still arm herself with projectiles of the balled up pieces of paper variety.
Lara stifled a snicker, then picked up the nerf gun and slipped out of the library. She headed to the gym, thinking that would throw her girlfriend off. She ought to work out a bit anyway. That was also a good weapon to use in their little war. Changing into yoga pants and a tank top, she started with sits up, keeping the nerf gun hidden behind her.
Putting her paper balls inside the pillowcase for easy transport, Bo made her way back to Lara’s study. Though as she peeked around the door, she had a heart attack. Lara wasn’t there. “Oh shit,” she muttered, quickly pressing flush against the wall and bringing the pillow up a bit. She tried to calm down by taking deep breaths, but it was difficult when she was trying to figure out where Lara had gone. So it was back to sneaking around like an intensely paranoid person. Her back never left the wall, and she carefully peeked around corners before moving around them. And she always, always looked back the way she came in the event Lara was behind her.
Because they were always behind the person. Bo had long picked up on that from all the horror and slasher movies she watched.
When she drew closer to the gym, she thought she heard something in there. Or perhaps it was her overactive imagination considering that she was incredibly paranoid and thinking Lara was everywhere. Every little creak in the house made her jump at this point.
Lara was on her hundredth something sit up, and about ready to go hunting for her girlfriend and end this charade.
That was until she heard her in the hall way. So she continued to do her sit ups, though now the nerfgun was between her arms and her chest and the moment Bo showed her face she’d have a nerf dart sticking to her forehead. At least that was the plan.
Stopping just short of the door to the gym, Bo took a few moments to collect herself. She also pulled out one of the paper balls to have it ready to throw. The pillow shifted to her left hand so she could throw with her right.
And then she poked her head around the door to see what her girlfriend was up to in the gym. There was a thought that this was even more unfair. Showing off the muscles that so distracted Bo from everything except how much she loved Lara’s muscles and how they moved and shifted beneath her skin.
Lara did know how to flex them on purpose, and she certainly did so. Just before drawing the nerfgun and firing with frightening accuracy. And hoping she really did stick it to Bo’s forehead, instead of an eye.
That would just..ruin the fun, honestly.
Flexing those muscles was definitely cheating because Bo could only stare at them. The nerf gun didn’t register until it was too late. Bo yelped as the dart stuck to her forehead. She momentarily went cross-eyed as she looked up at it before deciding to just go with the dramatics.
“Oh! Oh you got me!” She proclaimed as she proceeded to stagger into the room a step or two before sinking to her knees. “Good shot,” she said before she fell back and pretended to die, head tilting to one side, tongue hanging out of her mouth. The pillow was still within her reach, and if Lara came close, she’d definitely smack her with the pillow.
Lara laughed, getting to her feet and approaching cautiously as she reloaded the nerf gun. “It’s a pity. I had plans for you, if you’d lived. But since you’re dead, all that chocolate will have to go to waste. I suppose I could give some to Alistair.”
Bo slightly cracked an eye open to gauge where Lara was. When she was close enough, Bo gripped the pillow and swung it at Lara’s leg. “It’s kinda hard to come back from a shot to the head. Unless you’re a succubus that can revive yourself.” Her eyes shifted to blue briefly, something she did intentionally. It didn’t mean she needed to feed, it was something she could do at will when she thought about it.
Letting out a shriek, Lara tried to jump over the pillow. But it snagged her foot and she went sprawling onto the ground. Her shoulder protested, but she was too busy laughing. Laughing interspersed with the occasional ‘ow’, no less. She flopped a hand onto Bo’s stomach. “Got you!”
Bo let out a laugh as Lara came down to the floor with her. She tossed the pillow aside and turned her head to look at Lara, the dart still stuck to her forehead. “You definitely got me.” She set a hand over Lara’s that was on her stomach. “Are you alright?” She asked, noting the ow’s that were interspersed into her laughter.
“I’m fine.” Lara sat up, then jumped onto Bo and straddled her. “Landed a little wrong. It’s bloody embarrassing and you’re not allowed to tell anyone.”
She grabbed Bo’s arms to pin them over her head. “Understood?”
Well, Bo went from amused and concerned to being turned on in the span of time that it took for Lara to straddle her and having her arms pinned over her head. She licked her lips, gazing up at Lara.
“Your secret is safe with me,” she responded.
“Good.” She winked, and then wriggled her hips. It was less rare than it used to be, playful moods like this. Bo was a good influence on Lara. She leaned down, nose to nose. “The question, when finding a nice treasure, is what to do with it.”
Bo bit her bottom lip as Lara wriggled her hips, then she smiled, bumping her nose against her girlfriend’s. “And what ideas do you have about what to do with this treasure you have found?” Part of Bo was still a bit suspicious, wondering if Lara was actually going to give her something or if she was just going to mercilessly tease her. Though if it was teasing, one should be careful when teasing a succubus. Bo could turn the tables so easily and quickly, and if she wasn’t careful, it could be very dangerous as well.
Lara liked a little danger sometimes. She kissed Bo’s jaw, keeping her hands pinned, and squeezed her thighs around her waist. “I can think of a few ideas.” Her words vibrated on the skin of Bo’s neck. “But maybe I need to study it more.”
Bo’s smile widened and she tilted her head, giving Lara better access to her neck. She groaned softly at feeling those thighs squeeze around her waist. “You may study it all you wish. It’s always best to see such things in their natural state, right?”
It was hard not to lose it, and Lara snorted against Bo’s throat. But she kept her voice calm and even, and a little sexy. Or at least what she thought was sexy. “I did go to great effort, and a treasure’s natural state is the best way to study it.”
The vibrations from Lara’s snort tickled and Bo giggled a bit, shifting a little under Lara. “You did go to great effort to claim the treasure. It would kind of defeat the purpose if you just put it back without studying it.” And to Bo, literally anything Lara said was sexy. The English accent had a way of making things sound way utterly sexy. Even the phonebook.
With that in mind, Lara shuffled up Bo’s body and leaned her head until her lips were brushing the shell of Bo’s ear. “Can you stay still enough to let me study you?”
A shudder ran through her as she felt Lara’s lips brush her ear. Bo was getting even more turned on. And Lara was issuing a challenge, and Bo felt her temperature rising. “I will do my best.” She bit back a ‘will you paint me like your French girls’ comment. That would be something for another time.