The Tomb Raider (lara) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2018-06-25 14:28:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, bo dennis, lara croft |
Who: Lara and Bo
What: Bo is too gay to function
When: recent
Where: the gym at Croft Manor
Status: Complete
Rating: Like a low R because Bo made Lara read a romance novel
Bo was definitely feeling better than she had been. Of course, she was still anxious over hearing back from Veronica about whether she had a half-sister or not, but she could easily distract herself from that with work and indulging herself with doing things with Lara. While Bo was in a cuddling mood (though she rarely wasn’t in a cuddling mood given she was a cuddlebug), she also was in a groping mood. Specifically groping Lara’s muscles.
Sometimes Bo preferred to just sit back and watch the muscles as Lara used them throughout the day. But right now? Right now she wanted a grope. It was a simple pleasure, really, but she loved the muscles.
“Hey, babe,” Bo greeted as she walked up to her wife, leaning in and giving her a kiss. At the same time, she lifted her hands to Lara’s biceps, giving them a couple squeezes. “Have you added anything new to your workout?” Lara’s biceps did feel a little bulkier, had she added some muscle tone lately?
Lara set own her weights in time for Bo to get close and feel her up. It was...beyond cute, and she couldn’t help but grin, “Some more weight.”
Her worries about her new dreams evaporated. “Why, should I be doing more?”
“I certainly wouldn’t say no, but I don’t want you to hurt yourself.” Bo responded. Unable to help herself, she groped Lara’s shoulders. “I do love your muscles.” Now, Bo had some muscle of her own, but she wasn’t anywhere near what Lara had. In fact, Bo was probably a little soft around the midsection. All that chocolate and junk food, even if she had her own workout routine. She just didn’t lift weights as much.
Then again, with superhuman strength, lifting weights was kind of cheating since she could lift far more than Lara could.
“We can do more weights,” Lara decided, though she made no moved to do so. Instead, she gave Bo a little flex of her biceps. She wasn’t often a vain person, but Bo’s reaction was killing her and she wanted to see more.
And maybe show off a little.
Yeah, the flexing definitely got her. Like really got her. While it was pretty easy to make the succubus go all gaga over her wife, Lara flexing her muscles was one of the easiest ways to please her. That and Lara’s voice. She loved the accent, okay? It was hot.
“God, you’re hot. And your muscles are amazing.” Bo said, taking in the free show.
Lara laughed, turning and letting the muscles on her back ripple. It was easier to do that while, say, climbing or doing pull ups, but she was too busy relishing Bo’s reaction. There were times she didn’t feel very attractive, so this was nice.
Okay the rippling of the muscles on Lara’s back was entirely distracting. And extremely hot. “God, how do your muscles even do that,” she mused. Sure, she was totally oggling her wife, but Bo couldn’t help it. Lara was a work of nature, and she loved every bit of her.
“Clearly I can get anything I want just by flexing a little,” Lara observed, clearly enjoying Bo’s reaction. “Are you all right? You look faint.”
Lara was outright teasing her now. And she rolled her shoulders just for Bo.
“Oh god,” she muttered as Lara rolled her shoulders. “I’m uh...yeah. Fine.” Lara was probably very right, that she could get anything she wanted just by flexing. “You are entirely distracting, I hope you know.”
“I’m sure you could focus on something if you tried,” Lara purred, playing up her accent, while sliding past Bo just enough to give her another eyeful of her biceps.
Why was this so fun?
“More like a couple things,” she commented and got another eyeful of biceps as Lara slid past her. Bo shivered a little and licked her lips. She turned and got an eyeful of Lara’s ass, to pair it with the biceps. And god that accent was so sexy. “Keep talking like that and flexing and I’ll do anything you want.”
“Anything?” Lara glanced over her shoulder, moving out of touching range. “And what if I run out of things to say? What will you do then?”
“You can always read the phonebook to me,” Bo suggested. It was a little cruel that Lara moved out of touching range, but Bo was still making good use of her eyes.
“The phonebook is boring,” Lara replied, walking up to the chinup bar. “Try something else.” She hopped up, just to show off for Bo.
“Not when you read it,” Bo commented, eyeing Lara up as she moved to the chinup bar. She licked her lips a bit, more than liking that. Though at being told to pick something else, the next thing that came to Bo’s mind was a romance novel. And suddenly the idea of making Lara read a romance novel to her was the sexiest thing ever. And she wondered just how red Lara would turn in the process.
“Actually, how about a romance novel? A lesbian one, of course.” She wasn’t cruel enough to make Lara read a heterosexual romance novel to her.
Lara actually lost her grip and fell to the ground, “Ow!”
She ignored that though, staring up at Bo, “You want me to read what?!”
Bo possibly should’ve timed her response better given how Lara lost her grip and fell. Though it was clear that Lara hadn’t seriously hurt herself, so instead she just smirked a bit. “A romance novel.”
“Let me guess, a filthy one?” Too late, she realized she shouldn’t have made that suggestion.
“Aren’t all romance novels filthy when it comes down to it?” Bo stated. “But if you’re not upto the challenge…” Because she was totally posing it as a challenge, and she knew Lara could be competitive. Would the great raider of tombs back down from this? Or would she conquer it?
Lara lifted her chin, “Fine, find the filthiest lesbian novel possible.”
She was going to regret ever doing this. She just knew it. There would be regret, so much regret.
Bo grinned widely, more than enough to show off her dimples. Success! And of course Sam would be hearing about this milestone. “I’ll be right back.” Because of course Bo had several such romance novels in her collection. Her attention span for reading wasn’t exactly good, but before meeting Lara, romance novels had, well, served their purpose between lovers.
She turned and headed off to find her collection of trashy and filthy romance novels. She sifted through them for a minute before she found one that would be perfect. She grinned again, then came back and held it out to Lara.
“Here, the filthiest lesbian romance novel I own. If you manage to read it without dying, I’ll do whatever you want me to do. And yes, I do mean anything.” After all, she had to throw Lara a bone here. Something to look forward to once she got on the other side of this. It was only fair!
Oh shit. That kind of smile only meant trouble. Not that Lara minded Bo’s kind of trouble, but she was in really deep. Of course, it helped that she loved her wife a great deal.
She gingerly took the book from Bo after getting up, looking at the back cover with a cringing expression. “Bo, I’m not sure I can even say the title out loud.”
“Are you sure about that? You’ve said plenty of dirty things to me before.” Bo so helpfully pointed out. “It’s just us and the animals, no one else is going to hear you reading this.” She wasn’t going to record it either. She wanted to enjoy this, after all.
“Can we kick out the animals?” Lara asked, somehow too embarrassed to want the puppy and cats to listen to this. She decided she needed to do something to distract herself while reading. Maybe more exercise,
“Of course,” Bo responded before she went about shooing the dog and any of the cats in the room out of it and she closed the door to ensure they wouldn’t get back in. “There, you only have an audience of one now.”
“Slightly less embarrassing,” Lara retorted. She took a seat so she could work her legs while she read, “Now, shall I start from the beginning or just pick a spot?”
Bo went and sat down to make herself comfortable. She also purposely took a spot so she could have the best view of Lara working out while reading. “If you would rather have a gentle lead in, start at the beginning. It gets...rather raunchy, but the love story is actually rather good.” Bo had read that book multiple times.
Getting into leg day, Lara opened the book to the beginning and started to read. At least it didn’t start that raunchy, and she didn’t blush as she read it. Not yet at any rate.
Bo watched as Lara started to work her legs, though also keeping an eye on her face to see when she started to blush. But damn if the story didn’t sound even sexier when read with an English accent.
She started to get into it around the time the couple met, forgetting to exercise at times as she got into the plot. Lara read excitedly, her voice lyrical as she spoke. Unbeknownst to her, things were about to get hot.
Oh good, Lara was getting into the story. Bo smiled at that, having hoped that she would, which would maybe help when she got to hot and steamy parts. Of which, they were very hot and steamy. Bo was already having hot flashes just thinking about the sex in that book. And she may have already been wondering if Lara would want to recreate any of the sex scenes. She bit her lower lip sexily as she watched Lara.
“And then her bodice… oh god.” Lara covered her face as her eyes scanned the rest of the page. There, first blush.
She cleared her throat and continued to read the bodice ripping, heaving bosoms and lips crashing against lips.
There was the first blush, and she thought it was adorable. At least Lara continued on. But really, bodice ripping was hot. Which suddenly gave Bo an idea. Maybe she should wear a bodice. Or maybe a corset. Would Lara rip those off of her? They would do amazing things to her own cleavage. Though at the moment, it would have to be ripped by hand. Using a knife to cut the strings would...be inadvisable for the time being. On both of their parts for obvious reasons.
Lara had the strength to rip it, and if presented with the chance, she’d be all over that. Literally. She’d stopped her leg exercises, squirming a little as she continued to read. It was getting positively lewd, as she read flowery prose involving tongues and one of the lady’s, er, flower.
Bo would definitely go shopping and find one, then see what happened. She noticed that Lara had stopped exercising and was squirming. She was still biting her lower lip. She also kept an eye on that aura of Lara’s. But damn if the sex scene wasn’t hot coming from Lara’s mouth.
Though Bo was starting to want to put that mouth to work in other ways. But she wasn’t going to interrupt the very nice and hot reading she was being given.
Fanning herself, Lara got up and grabbed one of the weights, the kind that can be used one handed. Maybe that could distract her as she kept reading.
It was incredibly hot, and she kept imagining Bo in one of these outfits. She paused, taken out of the story, “I hate to say something, but carriages do not work like that.”
Bo muttered a curse under her breath when Lara picked up a weight. Those biceps were way too hot to handle. As far as Bo was concerned. Though when Lara made the comment about the carriage, she had to chuckle. “Maybe not, but it’s still a good story,” she pointed out with a smile. And now she was imagining doing those sorts of things to Lara in a carriage.
“Well then, allow me to continue,” she replied, switching book and weight between her hands and continuing the story. She let herself get lost again, though barely a chapter later the duchess had her skirt up over her head while her lover did incredible things with a candlestick.
Her gaze moved to the arm that had the weight on it. God she wanted to grope that bicep, but she refrained for the moment. She had an amazing view and an amazing voice reading her a very hot romance novel.
Deciding to make it even worse for Bo, Lara set down the weight and peeled off her shirt. Now she was reading in just a sports bra. She glanced at her wife and winked.
“Oh fuck,” she muttered when Lara took her shirt off. It just gave her more to look at and admire. God she loved the muscle on Lara’s body. Her eyes flashed blue for some moments as she drew in a deep breath. She was hot and bothered, but holding her ground. Lara was certainly doing well with reading the book.
“Oh lord,” Lara muttered as she got to the next chapter. While there was no sex this time, the level of flirting, want and need was actually somehow more arousing than the sex. She cleared her throat and delved into the story, her voice growing thick.
Oh god, that chapter. Bo wouldn’t be surprised that Lara found the flirting, want and need more arousing than the sex. Though the way Lara’s voice grew thick only served to make Bo more aroused. She sucked her lower lip between her teeth again.
“Sit still,” Lara ordered, and she might as well been looking at Bo from above her nose. All she needed would be glasses at the end of her nose and a severe updo and she’d be the very definition of uptight, sexy librarian.
Bo stayed where she was. And god if Lara had glasses and the severe updo, Bo would probably die. Or just the glasses, even. Lara in glasses would totally kill her. Especially if she had glasses on while shirtless. Or just...anytime. Basically Lara just needed to exist to get Bo going. But the muscles, the accent, everything else helped in that.
Maybe she should get some glasses. Or at least an eye exam, if only for Bo’s benefit if not hers. Smiling at Bo, she continued to read, finding herself really enjoying the control she had over her wife. Considering how often Bo got her to lose control, it was a nice turn around.
Bo could behave. To an extent. There was always a danger to teasing a succubus too much, and Bo still worried about accidentally killing Lara if she lost control of herself. She knew Lara liked it when Bo let go and let the succubus instincts take control, but she never let go without a fight. So even as she sat there enjoying the view and what she heard, she was keeping a close eye on herself.
Lara shifted, uncrossing her legs and recrossing them Basic Instinct style.
Oh god, that leg cross. Bo’s eyes of course went where Lara wanted them to. And Bo more than made the connection to Basic Instinct. Again, she bit her lip, but remained where she was. And of course now she was imagining Lara wearing the white dress Sharon Stone had in Basic Instinct and she felt herself die a little at the image.
“Are you quite all right?” Lara closed the book, finger holding her spot. “Do you need me to stop? Perhaps you need a cold shower?”
“I’m fine,” she croaked, then cleared her throat. “Fine. You’re hot, your voice is hot, and it’s hot that you’re reading that book.” Among other things. And it was in that moment that Bo realized Lara had turned the tables on her rather quickly and effortlessly. Clearly Lara was adjusting quicker to things involving talking about sex.
“Do you want me to stop?” Lara waved the book around while locking eyes with Bo. “Or do you want to hear more about the fire that burns in the loins?”
“Oh fuck me,” she muttered. “Don’t stop.” Of course, Bo meant that in more than one way. She definitely wanted to hear more about the fire burning in the loins, but she also had her own fire going, though she didn’t want it to be put out yet.
“No,” Lara said, eyes twinkling. “I’m not going to fuck you.”
She gave her a big smile, then flipped the book back open, and oh look, “The fire indeed burned in her loins, spreading through her body her hands ran passionately across her body.”
That wasn’t how Bo had meant it, but she didn’t say anything as Lara went back to reading. This right here was going to be the death of her. Lara’s voice, the fact she was shirtless, and that she was reading a romance novel was almost too much for Bo to handle. But she didn’t move from where she was, even if a cold shower was sounding really good suddenly. It was getting way too hot in here.
Focusing on Bo instead of herself made it a lot easier for Lara to do this. She wasn’t quite as blushing as she would be otherwise. But then she got to the duchess bent over the table and she stumbled over her words.
Bo would love to bend Lara over a table right then. And somewhere in there, Bo also kind of realized the love story of the book was in some ways similar to her own love story with Lara. After all, Lara was of noble birth, and Bo came from nothing. Though at least Bo had moved past thinking that Lara could do better than her in the romance department.
She focused on Lara and crossed her own legs. Despite the fact she had a tanktop on, Bo felt like she had too much skin covered up. She was on fire and needed to cool down.
Lara’s eyes slid over to Bo, and she quirked her brow in just that way, almost as if she were giving her permission to light the fuse - or probably explode since she was positive Bo’s fuse was already lit.
Yeah, Bo’s fuse was already lit, and it was an easy fuse to light given she was a succubus and such. But seeing Lara quirk her brow like that was like a gunshot going off. Bo uncrossed her legs, keeping her gaze locked on Lara, and she pulled her own shirt off. Though she didn’t yet move from where she was sitting.
Setting the book aside, Lara leaned forward, “Are you going to sit there or are you going to come over here and… ah..” She picked the book up again and flipped through it, “Delve into my caverns?”
When Lara said that, Bo’s eyes turned blue and she had to smile. “I do so love to delve into your caverns,” she responded as she got up and moved over to Lara. She was still holding onto the succubus, not wanting to lose complete control, but god damn her wife was so hot. She leaned in and kissed Lara deeply, adding heat into the kiss.
Lara had been about to say something, but instead she ran her hands up over her chest, squeezing Bo’s breasts and groaning into the kiss. But then she pulled her head away and gave Bo a teasing look, “If I didn’t know any better I’d say you were turned on.”
She groaned at feeling Lara’s hands on her, and her own hands trailed over Lara’s body. When Lara broke the kiss, Bo looked at her, her eyes still blue. “How could I not be? Your muscles are on display and you were reading a romance novel with that sexy, sexy accent of yours.”
“Do you want to hear what I want to do to you?” Lara asked, reaching for the book again. Rather than say it out loud, she found the page and held it up for Bo to examine. And perhaps to leave it up to her imagination. “This. Word for word.”
When Lara held the book up to her, she read it. And it suddenly got even hotter in there. Bo felt like she was sweating already, even though she wasn’t. But her pulse was starting to race with the thoughts of what Lara wanted to do to her, and what she wanted to do to Lara. “Holy shit,” she stated, her voice thick with desire.
Lara trailed her finger under Bo’s jaw, her eyes blown wide with matching desire, “Lets see if you’re as good at following directions as I think you are.”