Enjoying the view, Mrs. Croft?
Who: Lara and Bo What: Uh, wedding nights When: Mid April Where: Tokyo! Rating: High Status: Complete
Lara kept staring at the rings. She could scarcely believe it. That she was married, That Roth and Sam had been there. That Bo had actually, irrecoverably chosen her. Bo could have picked anyone on the planet, but she’d picked Lara. Not that Lara had a low opinion of herself, but marrying a succubus was kind of a big deal.
The first part of their honeymoon was being spent in Tokyo. Sam had insisted they stay at the Palace Hotel, in one of the biggest suites. Lara wasn’t going to turn down two nights like that. As a bonus it made it a lot easier to get to India for the bulk of the honeymoon.
They’d eaten at a little out of the way place many miles away. Lara had wanted to take Bo there since they’d met. It was special to her, and something to be shared with Bo now that she had a chance to.
But that had been earlier. Lara was standing at the window overlooking the city, a glass of wine in her hand. She was wearing a kimino, underneath which was a surprise for Bo. There was a lot she wanted to do to Bo, and have Bo do to her, but mostly she was content to bask in her presence. And kiss her.
She’d been kissing Bo a lot. Even in public. Giddily. Deeply. Emotionally. Like she didn’t have a care in the world.
Lara wasn’t the only one who found it hard to believe they were married. Bo also kept finding herself staring at the rings. The added weight on her left ring finger was something she needed to adjust to, but she rather liked it. It made her feel like she was twelve years old.
Seeing Sam and Roth at the wedding had been amazing. Meeting Roth had been an experience, but Bo had kept the Irish part of her heritage secret. Luckily her biological grandfather didn’t have an Irish accent, so that could potentially have remained a secret. Unless he divulged his full name. Fitzpatrick McCorrigan was an extremely Irish name, after all.
It had been an emotional day, especially for her grandfather and adoptive parents being there and meeting. There was still a lot of work that needed to be done to repair her relationship with her adoptive parents, but she was happy that they had been there. And Kenzi, of course, being her maid of honor and support to get through the day without dying had been a big comfort to her.
She’d never seen herself as the marrying type, or even really the dating type. Her track record was not the best one. But then she’d met Lara and everything had changed. Succubus or not, she was proud to marry Lara, proud that Lara had chosen her despite all of her baggage and negative points. She wanted nothing more than to be here at Lara’s side for the rest of her life.
Now they were on their honeymoon. Tokyo had been a surprise, and one definitely worth it. She’d enjoyed the restaurant that Lara had taken her to. The suite was beautiful and had quite the view of the city. But no view was as beautiful of the one of Lara in a kimono standing in front of the window. Bo had paused in the doorway to watch Lara for a moment with a smile on her face before she moved closer, wrapped in her own kimono with new lingerie hidden underneath.
“Enjoying the view, Mrs. Croft?” Bo asked as she came over to stand behind Lara and slip her arms around her middle.
Bo’s adoptive parents showing up had also been a bit of a surprise, but Lara was happy for Bo for it. Even if she would have held a grudge longer.
“I am, especially the reflection,” she retorted, leaning back against Bo and closing her eyes. She’d never understood before Bo, how good this kind of thing could feel. People doing stupid things in the name of love and lust made a little more sense to her, though Lara thought she’d handle the latter a lot easier.
But stupid things for loving Bo? Lara would do them, and gladly.
Bo definitely still had a grudge against her adoptive parents, but she still wanted them at the wedding. It was part of the acceptance process, a chance for them to prove that they weren’t all words when it came to accepting the fact Bo was with a woman. Things had gone better in that respect than she’d thought it would, so there was hope.
“Flatterer,” she said squeezing Lara a bit in her arms as she rested her chin on her wife’s shoulder. “This is a nice bonus to our honeymoon,” she murmured. Bo was a cuddler by nature, and she loved this sort of thing. Platonic or otherwise, she enjoyed cuddles. They were made even better when they were with someone she loved, and Lara had always fit right in her arms.
There was definitely something to the saying ‘you’ll know when you meet the one’ because Bo had definitely known Lara was the one for a long time.
“I love you.” Lara breathed the words. It had been so hard to say them at first, and now here they were. As easy as blinking. Bo fit against her back, and only for Bo would Lara give up the big spoon position. “I didn’t understand how this could be such a big deal until we were at the altar together.”
“I love you.” The big grin that crossed her face had basically been plastered there ever since they were at the altar. “It’s one hell of a experience that you can never truly prepare for emotionally, no matter what you do. I now understand why people cry at weddings.” Kenzi would deny it to her dying breath, but Bo had seen those tears. She’d always remember that Kenzi had cried at her wedding.
Lara laughed, leaning her head back onto Bo’s shoulder as she did so. “No one can ever say that we’re not each others’. That we’re not devoted to each other.”
She turned in Bo’s arms, and threw hers around her neck. “You’re never getting rid of me now.”
“I’d punch ‘em if someone even tried to say that,” Bo said with a chuckle. When Lara turned around, Bo couldn’t help but to grin widely, her dark eyes sparkling. “I should hope not. You can’t just dig up treasure just to leave it.” Bo said playfully.
“So I’m the treasure and you’re the archaeologist now?” Lara leaned in, until her lips were nearly touching Bo’s. “A true archaeologist has a gentle touch, right up until she needs a firm hand.”
Bo’s eyes were half-closed, her lips almost buzzing from how close Lara’s lips were to her own. She chuckled softly. “Does she now? And when does she need a firm hand?”
“It’s our wedding night,” Lara murmured. “I was hoping you could…” And yet she couldn’t bring herself to say what she wanted or how she wanted it. It wasn’t like Bo could read minds. Lara added. “Well there’s a lot of things you could do, I just want you.”
Smiling, Bo kept one arm snugly around Lara’s lower back while her other hand trailed up along her spine. “You’re in luck because I just want you, too,” she murmured back. Clearly Lara had another case of unable to bring herself to say what she wanted, but Bo wasn’t going to pressure her on it. Perhaps once they were a little more into it, Lara would loosen up a bit and be able to say it.
Finally, Bo closed the distance between their lips and kissed Lara slowly and passionately.
When they were a little more into it, Lara would probably be able to guide Bo into it without words. But she’d probably use words. Words were good. Words were totally forgotten the moment Bo’s lips met hers. Her head swam, and she moaned into the kiss, letting it build until she felt like she’d explode.
Bo was certain there was nothing in the world that was as electrifying as kissing Lara. She felt so completely alive as she kissed her. She held Lara’s body fast against hers and she eventually broke the kiss, in need of air. “I love the taste of your lips,” she murmured.
“Fuck…” The way Bo said that did funny things to Lara’s knees. She slid her hands down her back, until she reached the bottom of Bo’s kimino. Some people might want to sow their seeds, so to speak. Play the field. Lara was happy to have Bo be her one and only.
And really, could she possibly do better?
She groaned as Lara’s hands moved downwards. Bo had done plenty of playing the field, but she’d never saw herself as the marrying type. But here she was with a stunningly beautiful, highly intelligent wife. Bo knew she couldn’t do better, and she was more than happy to be Lara’s and only Lara’s.
Smirking, she nipped at Lara’s jawline, then pressed some kisses along her neck. Her own hands slid along Lara’s back, then to her hips and pulled them closer against her own.
A laugh escaped Lara and she tilted her head back. There was something about Bo’s mouth on her neck that made her heart race. It was really, the best feeling in the world. “If what i’m wearing doesn't make you blush, then I’ve failed.”
“Uh oh, that sounds almost dangerous,” Bo chuckled against Lara’s neck. She trailed kisses down one side, then over and up the other side of her neck. “Or is it more scandalous?” Her mouth trailed up to Lara’s ear. “I like it when you take a risk,” she murmured.
“Isn’t scandalous dangerous?” Lara pointed out. And it wasn’t that scandalous since they were married. God, she was afraid to see the British tabloids tomorrow.
“Sometimes it can be,” she responded with a smile. She flicked her tongue against Lara’s earlobe as her hands slid around to her ass and gave it a squeeze.
“Hnnh… Lara’s hips writhed suddenly, and any plans she had to be the one doing the seducing went out the window. Still, she started to turn them around to back towards the bed.
Bo smirked as Lara moved them towards the bed, easily moving with her. She lightly nipped at Lara’s neck, still keeping her own lingerie covered for the time being. She wasn’t fully aware of ruining any plans that Lara had for being the one doing the seducing.
“How do you do that.” Lara laughed, cupping Bo’s face as her legs hit the bed. She kissed her again, deeply and hungrily, like Bo’s lips were a feast and she was starving. And yet, she felt like she was going to cry.
She didn’t have time to ask what Lara meant when she was kissed again. She groaned, kissing Lara back just as deeply and with her own hunger. Not the succubus hunger, but a different kind. This wasn’t the first time they’d kissed or were going to have sex, but Bo felt hungry to unwrap Lara, and memorize every detail of her body all over again.
This was the first time married. As wives. It was different. Oh, it wasn’t different, but it was still different. There would only ever been one first time as wives, they wouldn’t be able to have a doover. It might explain why Lara felt so nervous, like she was having some kind of performance anxiety. She hadn’t felt like that since their actual first time.
Greedy hands started to push at Bo’s kimino. Maybe not that much performance anxiety.
It was definitely different, and Bo felt the butterflies in her stomach. They were about to consummate their marriage. It was going to be different, and yet the same. They knew each other very well by this point, but that didn’t detract from this experience.
Bo agreed with Lara’s greedy hands, there was too much fabric between them. When Lara managed to get Bo’s kimono open and off, she would be greeted by this sight. Bo’s own hands moved to open Lara’s kimono and slide it off of her.
Lara opened gaped at Bo when the Kimono fell off of her, momentarily enraptured by the view. It was gorgoues, and did things to Bo's body that were illegal in several states.
Her own Kimino slid to the floor. Lara was wearing something red and skimpy and entirely unlike her, which was kind of the point. She chewed on her lip, nervously.
When Bo saw what Lara was wearing, she stared at her. “You’re hot and gorgeous,” she breathed. There was a bit of a blush on her cheeks. It was definitely unlike Lara, but Bo loved that. What Bo was wearing was also a bit uncharacteristic of her. She preferred a little more coverage than what she was wearing, but this was their wedding night. Now was definitely a time to try something different, to make it even more special.
Reaching out, her hands slid along Lara’s sides, caressing her skin as she pulled her close again, eyes turning electric blue as she leaned in and kissed Lara again.
“Oh god…” Lara moved against Bo’s hands, closing her eyes as they melted into each other. That first hit, the pleasure and aftertaste of pain from Bo’s powers, was always the best one. She moaned into the kiss, willing and able to give Bo anything and everything she needed.
There was something intense about taking the hit of chi from Lara on their wedding night. Something far more intimate than simply making love. Bo didn’t need much chi tonight, she only intended to take a couple hits at most. Partially because she’d rather tire Lara out through love making rather than by taking chi, and partially because she wasn’t needing much chi currently.
Sliding her hands around to Lara’s back, they lovingly and tenderly traced along the scars they came across. She loved doing that, and loved the way that doing so made Lara respond.
“Oh god…” Lara probably meant to say something else, but Bo’s hands were warm and comfortable on her back, drawing electric feeling down her skin. She fell back onto the bed, pulling Bo on top of her as she did so. She’d never expected to like this so much, Bo’s weight on top of her making her feel a mixture of safety and arousal. It was an interesting combination. Breaking the kiss, she moved her mouth to Bo’s neck, biting lightly and then flicking her tongue.
She grunted slightly as she came down on top of Lara. While Bo could easily slip between being a top and a bottom, she did enjoy being on top of Lara, the feeling of her body under hers, the way they fit together no matter what position they were in. “Oh fuck,” she groaned as Lara’s mouth went to her neck. Her neck was her weak point and anything Lara did to it turned her on. She closed her eyes and tilted her head, giving her wife more access to her neck. Her hands trailed along Lara’s sides, caressing the skin.
Lara knew Bo’s weak point was her neck. There were a couple of other places, one of which her hand immediately went to, but mostly she nipped and bit at Bo’s neck. Lara could be a vampire, she’d probably like that part. “I love you.” She left a sizable mark on Bo’s throat. “Need you. Want you.”
She wanted Bo to make love to her where their hands could be free. It sounded like that would be the most romantic way to go about it on their wedding night.
When Lara’s hand moved to another weak spot, Bo groaned, practically melting against Lara. She shivered as Lara left the mark on her neck and she smiled. “I love you, too.” She shifted a little on top of Lara, moving her hands to areas that she knew were Lara’s weak spots. Turnabout was fair play, and she also wanted to touch her everywhere, to blend themselves together and become one.
Her temperature was rising, and she loved every moment of it.
It felt so good that Lara let out a soft laugh, her body writhing under Bo’s touch. Under her wife’s touch.
“Shit,” Lara gasped. “Feels so good….” She had a smart comment but Bo’s fingers made her trail off, forgetting what it was she was going to say. It didn’t really matter. She let her eyes drift shut, drinking in Bo’s touch like a woman parched.
“I can make it feel even better,” she replied. Bo took advantage of the situation and she leaned in and began to lick, suck and nip at Lara’s neck, intent on leaving a mark of her own there. It was only fair. Her hands trailed down Lara’s body, gliding over her hips, then back up.
They were going to wake up in the morning covered in markings and Lara didn’t actually care. She dragged her nails down Bo’s shoulder, head tilted back as she moaned. The anticipation, the touching and the fire between them always drove her crazy. She glanced over at the suitcase. Inside was a red bag but she decided to wait a bit. She was enjoying the foreplay far too much.
Bo didn’t care if she woke up covered in markings. She didn’t even care if Lara drew blood and ingested some tonight. Oh, Bo would care in the morning about that and an emergency phone call to Kenzi to come break the blood bond would be needed, but hopefully that would be avoided. This was their wedding night, and Bo was focused on making love to her beautiful wife. She moaned as she felt Lara’s nails along her shoulder. A shudder ran through her body and another wave of arousal shot through her.
“I love you,” she murmured, leaving the mark on Lara’s neck and trailing kisses and flicks of her tongue down along her collarbone and to her chest. Her lips and tongue caressed each scar they came in contact with, the same as her fingers did as they moved along Lara’s exposed skin.
“I love you too.” Lara writhed under her again, eyes fluttering. There was a good chance one or both of them would end up breaking skin, but the idea was exciting and a huge turn on. The way Bo lovingly paid attention to her scars was also arousing, but it mostly made her emotional. Her voice was thick and deep. “Fuck I love you.”
Paying attention to Lara’s scars like this was nothing new, but it was especially poignant tonight during their first time together as wives. Bo could sense the emotions she stirred in Lara, though that was mostly because she knew that was the reaction she typically got. She smiled against the skin of Lara’s chest before she slid the tip of her tongue along the slit of her cleavage. Bo slid a hand underneath Lara to unhook her bra, and she lifted her head to gaze into her wife’s eyes.
“You’re beautiful.” Bo didn’t expect Lara to believe that, but she did want to make a point while making love to her. Lara was beautiful, and Bo wanted to make her feel great and to feel just how much she loved her.
“No, you are.” Lara lifted her chest up so that Bo could unhook her bra and remove it. Her cheeks were wet and her eyes glistened, but then that usually happened at moments like this. Moving her hands into Bo’s hair, Lara pulled her down into a deep, heart-wrenching kiss.
Unhooking the bra, she slid it off and tossed it aside. She saw the tears on Lara’s cheeks and in her eyes, but she didn’t have a chance to say anything more. Instead, she returned the kiss deeply, pouring her own emotions into it. One hand slid up to cup one of Lara’s breasts as her other one slid up to Lara’s cheek, thumb brushing against her cheekbone.
A breathy moan rumbled in Lara’s throat and she pushed her chest against Bo’s hand. She was desperate and needy, but then she was always a little desperate and needy when it came to Bo. It would embarrass her under other circumstances. She bit Bo’s lip, sucking on it as her other hand slid into the back of Bo’s panties.
Bo groaned softly, shivering lightly as Lara’s hand slid into the back of her panties. She rolled her hips against Lara’s in reflex. Her hand caressed Lara’s breast, her thumb rubbing over her nipple. She wanted to be even closer to Lara, which was impossible considering she was lying on top of her.
Lara’s fingers dug into Bo’s butt. She marveled at Bo’s butt almost as much as she marveled at her chest, which was to say, a whole lot. Massaging it, Lara broke the kiss and panted. “Red bag in the suitcase. For.. tonight.”
Maybe not right away, but she wanted Bo to do very lewd things she couldn’t even think of the words for. But she’d say them, if it would turn Bo on.
She moaned loudly into the kiss when Lara’s fingers dug into her butt. Her hips rolled against Lara’s again, and she breathed heavily when Lara broke the kiss. She smirked a bit at the comment. “Mm I love the sound of that,” she said with a throaty chuckle. She pecked Lara’s lips again before she slid off of Lara enough to reach the suitcase and grab the red bag before returning to the bed. She sat on Lara’s hips, straddling her as she opened the bag.
“So, what are you in the mood for, babe?”
She trailed her fingers up and down Bo’s legs, eyes roaming her body. There were really only a few things in that bag. Lotion, and a strap-on. A new one, though where Lara had gotten it without Bo noticing was probably a story in and of itself. Still, Bo’s question left her open to the best kind of response. “You.”
Seeing the new strap-on was met with Bo’s eyebrows nearly rising to her hair line. She’d definitely ask Lara about that later. She took it and the lotion out, setting them both on the bedside table and tossed the bag aside. She smiled and layed over Lara again. “I’m all yours,” she said before pressing kisses and flicking her tongue around one of Lara’s breasts.
"I want you to wear it," Lara murmured. It had taken her months to get into the idea, and then more months to figure out how to actually ask. Which was a problem she needed to work on, how to talk to Bo about those kinds of things. Even if she might find it easier to talk about other things in the bedroom, part of her had felt a little nervous. Like it was something she shouldn't want.
She grabbed Bo's hair, gently stroking and digging her fingers into her scalp as she did so, eyes fluttering shut and her head falling back. Bo was hers. And while she'd never admit it, hearing Bo say it like that sent a charge straight to her core.
Lara’s murmur sent a shiver through her body that settled in the pit of her stomach. It turned her on even more, and she would happily use it on Lara. Bo was careful to not push anything with Lara, letting her decide what she wanted to try and when. This certainly seemed to be fitting to use on their wedding night. She flicked a tongue against one of Lara’s nipples, then she trailed her mouth over to the other one. One hand came up to caress Lara’s other breast as her other hand trailed down her torso.
Oh, Bo liked that. Lara could always tell when that kind of shiver rippled through Bo. She could feel it as her own body responded to Bo’s arousal. Of course, her body was responding to the things Bo was doing to her. The mouth on her breasts, the hand inching ever lower. Lara started to writhe again, moaning Bo’s name and wrapping a leg around the back of Bo’s legs.
There wasn’t a lot that Bo didn’t like when it came to sex. And she liked things even more when they involved Lara and giving her new experiences. She kept her mouth and hand on Lara’s breasts as her other one slipped inside Lara’s panties. The movement was slow, obviously savoring the moment as she slid a finger along Lara’s clit. She was also testing how ready she was.
Lara breathed out something that was practically blasphemous if either of them were actually religious. But Bo brought out the lewd in her, embarrassingly so. She rocked her hips against Bo’s hand, pulling Bo’s head against her breast. If she wasn’t wet before Bo touched her, it was enough to get her going.
Feeling Lara’s response to her touch, Bo groaned against her breast. Her fingers teased her a bit, mostly wanting to get her wetter before taking the next step. But then a question came to mind that definitely needed to be asked, and Bo trailed kisses up Lara’s chest and neck before she pulled back enough to gaze into her wife’s eyes. “Have you been penetrated before?” She obviously meant penetrated by something other than fingers or a tongue.
Getting into it was easy. The more Bo touched her, the more Lara could feel the fire burning at her and she was all but ready to beg Bo to have her way with her. But then she froze, and looked into Bo’s eyes. “Not… in this life, at least. Some of those … other versions of me have.”
“Okay,” she responded with a nod. It told her to be gentle until Lara adjusted once they got to that point. “I’ll take it slow,” she affirmed for Lara. Her free hand came up to gently caress Lara’s cheek as she more fully laid against her, trying to help her unfreeze and relax again.
It wasn’t something that Lara had ever sought out, or thought she wanted. Making love to Bo that way had opened her eyes just a little bit, and it had been a matter of research and reflection since then. Besides, she should try it a few times before deciding she hated it. Gently, she ran her hands down Bo’s back, and leaned her head up to kiss her.
She leaned in and kissed Lara back, the kind of deep and searing kiss that went straight through one’s soul. The fingers of her other hand resumed teasing Lara, wanting to work her up a bit more. She rubbed her body against Lara’s a bit as well to generate some friction there.
A moan rumbled in her throat, and that delicious combination of sweat and skin sent signals up her spine. It almost felt like Bo was taking a hit from her, only without actually taking a hit from her, and she growled in need. “Bo… fuck. It feels so good.”
Oh the growl was hot, and Bo groaned in response, her body reacting to it as well. “Fuck,” she groaned out. After a few more moments, she pulled away from Lara long enough to discard the remaining articles of clothing they were wearing and to put on the strap on. She spread Lara’s legs and positioned herself between them as she laid over her wife again. She rubbed the tip of the strap on against Lara, eyes focused on her face to watch her reaction.
Oh, they were doing this now? Lara supposed she’d literally asked for it, but asking for it and then it happening were different things. Suddenly she’d rather fight a T-Rex like that one dream.But she dug her fingers into the sheets and nodded at Bo. Encouragingly, she added, “I want you.”
Knowing Lara was probably still a bit uncomfortable, Bo still moved slowly. She leaned in and flicked her tongue along Lara’s neck. One hand slid to one of her breasts, while she used the other hand to rub the tip of the strap on against Lara, using her wetness to lubricate it more. “I love you,” she practically purred as she pressed the tip against Lara’s core, not yet easing it inside her, letting her feel where it was before she made any move.
Another call for god, and Lara dragged her dull nails down Bo’s back. Closing her eyes, she let the way Bo touched and licked her carry her off until she felt like she could relax. She writhed her hips, rubbing herself against the to and liking the sensation. “I love you too.”
She moaned and shuddered a bit as Lara dragged her nails down her back. That sent a jolt through her that settled in the pit of her stomach. When she felt Lara was relaxed enough, she eased the tip inside her, knowing Lara would need to adjust to the feel of it. Bo also didn’t want to hurt her by moving too quickly. She slid a hand to rest on Lara’s hip.
“Fuck…” Lara laid her head back, gazing up at Bo, appreciating how caring and considerate she was. It wasn’t too bad right now. Different, maybe. She focused on the heat in Bo’s eyes, then leaned up and kissed her as hard as she could.
She gave Lara a smile before she returned the kiss hard and deep, adding her own fire to it. Her hands slid across Lara’s skin, caressing it, doing what she could to give her more sensations, to divert her mind a bit. She carefully pressed a little deeper into Lara, waiting for her reaction before doing anything further there.
Lara whimpered, rocking her hips a little, but not breaking the kiss or making Bo stop what she was doing. This time she moved her hands down to Bo’s butt, squeezing almost lovingly, and then circling her hands around Bo’s lower back. Then she flicked her tongue against her wife’s and… kind of giggled a little at thinking ‘my wife’ at this moment.
Bo groaned into Lara’s mouth. She smiled a bit at the giggle, though she didn’t quite know what her wife was giggling about, she wasn’t going to question it. Instead, she flicked her tongue back against Lara’s as she eased more of the dildo inside her. Her hands moved over Lara’s skin, caressing it, wanting to set her on fire as much as possible.
Arching her back, Lara pushed herself up on one elbow, moving her legs up and wrapping them around Bo’s waist. There was a little hiss, and she murmured for Bo to go a little slower. Not that this was already torturously slow or anything, and she looked into Bo’s eyes. “Feels different…”
At the murmur, Bo instantly slowed down. She slid an arm under Lara, holding her close against her own body. She gazed back into Lara’s eyes. “It can feel odd and strange. Are you okay?” Because that was the most important part. Bo would definitely stop if Lara wanted her to.
For some reason, the change in position and the intimacy of Bo holding her close did more for Lara’s mood than anything they’d done so far that night. She snuggled in against her, and nodded her head. Her voice was a little breathy “I’m okay. Don’t stop. I like this. I think.”
She laughed a little, then kissed Bo again. She felt a little silly talking at a time like this.
“Okay,” Bo murmured in response before kissing Lara back. She kept the one arm snugly around Lara, holding her fast against her. Bo used her other hand to provide more stability, pressing it against the bed. With Lara’s words, Bo pressed a little deeper inside of Lara, still taking it slow. At the same time, she rubbed her upper body against Lara’s a bit.
If nothing else, Bo rubbing against her was the absolute best thing. It didn’t matter where they were or what they were doing, Bo’s skin against hers was Lara’s favorite thing about love making. Her breath grew more ragged and she gave her wife a nice, deep moan. She only loved her more for her efforts in trying to make Lara comfortable with something new and honestly a little scary.
Bo had an inkling that this was at least a little scary for Lara. Trying something new wasn’t always easy, especially when it came to using a strap on. Bo knew Lara’s feelings on this, so taking it slow and making certain Lara was as comfortable as possible was the best approach in this matter. She shivered at hearing the moan and she lightly bit and tugged on Lara’s bottom lip, keeping her skin rubbing against Lara’s. “Mm I love the feeling of your skin against mine,” she murmured.
It was such an intimate thing, but she was glad to share it with Bo. Lara particularly enjoyed the feeling of Bo’s hands on her body. She dug her fingers into Bo’s shoulders, and tried rocking her hips. “I love it too. I can’t get enough of your skin, or enough of you.”
This was what she’d hoped for, the pleasure between them and Bo still being able to touch her. Lara took one of Bo’s hands and moved it back to her breast.
As her hand was moved back to Lara’s breast, she squeezed and caressed it, her thumb rubbing over her nipple. Feeling Lara rocking her hips, Bo slowly started rocking hers a bit as well, letting Lara test the feeling out. She flicked her tongue against Lara’s earlobe. “You can have your utmost fill of me,” she murmured.
“You’re the one filling me,” Lara said, then put her hand over her mouth. That wasn’t something that normally came out of her mouth. That was something that would come out of Kenzi or Sam’s mouth, and it was such a dirty, dirty thing.
And she liked it. Lara pulled Bo’s head down and said something very, very lewd in her ear, the kind of thing that shouldn’t be repeated in polite company or even in a wedding bed, but what did she care?
Bo managed to not laugh at that, but she did smile. She liked the dirty talk, and clearly it was rubbing off on Lara. She pulled her hand away from Lara’s breast long enough to wrap it around her while her other hand came up to caress her other breast. The lewd words sent a shockwave of arousal through Bo and her body shuddered and she groaned. Her eyes turned electric blue in response to it, not from hunger.
“Fuck,” she groaned out as she continued to rock her hips against Lara’s. She sped up the pace slightly, holding her body tight against her own.
Oh that reaction was everything Lara had hoped for. The shuddering on top of her and the groan rough in her ear. The eyes, especially, turned her on more, and she started to move her hips in time to Bo’s. “Fas...yes..” She tilted her head back against the pillow, and squeezed a few stray tears from her eyes. “Fuck, I love you!”
The way Lara was reacting was turning Bo on even more. She groaned, tightening her arm around Lara. She kept the pace, pressing her body closer against Lara’s, generating more friction and, inevitably, more sweat so their skin would slide easier against each other. “I love you,” she groaned out, moving her mouth to Lara’s neck and nipping at it.
If Bo kept holding her like this and kept going at this pace, Lara wasn’t sure she’d be able to handle much more of it. She could feel it building inside of her, tensing and untensing as she met Bo’s hips with her own. She turned her head to give Bo more of her neck and groaned in delight.ght.
Bo nipped at Lara’s neck, then flicked her tongue along it. She even started on leaving another mark there. Because she could and she wanted to. She slowed the pace slightly, mostly just to see Lara’s reaction to it.
Lara moaned again, writhing under Bo. She dragged her fingers down to Bo’s butt and squeezed, all but begging her to go faster. Later, she’d be able to pinpoint the part of this that was the best, but right now there was simply an overabundance of erotic feeling and a flood of emotions.
With a moan, Bo got the message and she started moving faster again. She loved the feeling of Lara’s skin against hers. Her skin was getting covered in a thin layer of sweat, and she loved it. She was breathing a bit heavily from the exertion, her breath hot against Lara’s skin.
Wondering if it felt good for Bo too, Lara opened her eyes, trying to study her face. Bo was beautiful. She was wild and untamed and her features had always struck Lara. She’d never paid much attention to attractive or not, but Bo had stood out to her from the beginning. She put her hand on the back of Bo’s head and pulled her down against her skin as she felt like she was about to burst.
Bo’s eyes were still blue, and she was definitely enjoying this. She loved making love to Lara, loved the reactions she could get out of her. When Lara pulled her down against her, Bo slid her hand away from Lara’s breast and wrapped that arm around her as well, holding tight to her. She moved her hips a bit faster, wondering how much more Lara could take before she exploded. “I love you,” she whispered before capturing Lara’s lips in a heated kiss.
That was it, that was what set Lara off. The tender holding and heated kiss and the emotion that rippled through her. She cried out into Bo’s mouth, shuddering and shivering until she broke the kiss, eyes rolling back as Bo’s name fell from her lips.
She shuddered at the way Lara got off, and Bo herself came. It was intense and wonderful and she continued holding Lara, her hips slowing to a stop as Lara rode out her orgasm. Her weight pressed heavier against Lara.
“Oh fuck…” Lara turned her face into Bo’s hair and laughed softly, before sniffling. “Fuck…” She was crying. Lara Croft didn’t cry. But Lara Croft had made love to her wife and was swimming high on emotions and love and sheer fondness and Lara Croft was crying. Her voice broke. “God, I love you.”
Lara was lucky that Bo wasn’t going to call her out on the crying. She just smiled and pressed kisses to Lara’s shoulder, tightening her arms around her. “I love you, too,” she replied, closing her eyes as she pressed more kisses to Lara’s shoulder and snuggled against her a bit more.
Being called out on the crying wouldn’t really bother Lara right now. She was too much with the basking in the love between them. “That was...I really think we should try this again some time….”
It would take some getting used to, and Lara liked it better without ‘marital aids’ for the most part, but for special occasions, she’d let Bo do this again. After a moment, she ran her hand down Bo’s body. “...did you?”
“We can certainly do this again sometime,” Bo said. She liked that Lara was open to trying things. Not that Bo tended to be overly kinky when it came to sex, but she liked seeing her wife expand her horizons like this. A little shiver ran through her at Lara’s touch. “I did,” she responded with a smile. “All the rubbing and your touches and reactions really got me going.”
“Good. Uhm... “ As much as she wanted Bo to stay put, she also was more than ready for Bo to pull out. “If you could...take it off and then come back here just like this, that would be great.” Save it for special occasions. Lara had liked it, but she decided she liked using it on Bo a little more. She touched Bo’s cheek. “I love doing everything with you, but I want you and only you now.”
She recalled her vows, something to that effect had been in them, as it was important to her to say.
“Of course,” Bo responded with a smile. She gently slid the strap on out of Lara and sat up. She took it off and set it aside, out of the way before she moved back to lay on top of Lara again, arms wrapping around her snugly. Bo had taken her very literally, and in a playful way.
“Luckily for you, Mrs. Croft, I also want you and only you.” The vows were still resonating inside her head, and Lara’s comment only recalled them more. Bo had the same type of sentiment in hers. She meant it when she said she wanted to spend her life with Lara, even though they both knew she would outlive her by quite a margin. But that was something they didn’t need to think about just yet. They were only at the beginning of their marriage, they had so much more to enjoy together.
Lara had every intention of making the most of it. And a plan to ensure that Bo wouldn’t have to be alone, even if it meant potentially breaking the laws of life and death. Lara always thirsted for knowledge so it wasn’t entirely selfless, but that was still a large motivation.
Something to think about later, when she watched Bo sleep and made plans for eternity.