The Tomb Raider (lara) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2018-08-28 05:19:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, bo dennis, lara croft |
Who: Bo and Lara
What: A fancy charity event and Bo using her powers to con people out of more money for charity
When: recent
Where: A charity event
Status: Complete
Rating: PG13 at first then hard R once they sneak into the closet at the end
To say that Bo was a bit nervous about going to this black tie charity event with Lara was an understatement. While she did enjoy dressing up, and tended to look pretty damn good in dresses, this kind of event was out of her league. Rubbing elbows with the rich wasn’t exactly something she had much experience with, but when it meant she got to have her wife as arm candy, maybe even dance with her, and the event was for a good cause, she couldn’t say no.
Bo had gone shopping for a dress, and had found what she believed to be the perfect one for the evening. She accessorized with a pair of dangling, shimmery earrings and a bracelet. And of course her engagement and wedding rings as well. She had gentle waves in her hair and pulled half of it back into an elegant do. Her make-up was her usual, dark eye shadow, eye liner and mascara to highlight her eyes, light on everything else. Though given the event they were going to, Bo added a little something extra. It was a bit of sparkle, something that made her skin sparkle when the light caught it.
“I promise to not put my foot in my mouth tonight. I’ve never been to an event like this,” she said as they were on their way to the place.
Lara hated it almost as much as Bo did. She’d tried to escape it, after all. It was a part of the reason she’d ignored her fortune and her title for so long.
But mingling must happen, and it was for a good cause. And as a bonus, she got to stare at Bo in a black dress and sparkly earrings.
She wore something black and sparkly, herself. It covered her back, shoulders and arms, and anywhere else wish scars, and she thought she looked good in it.
“Please, put your foot in your mouth, you’ll make it interesting.”
Bo thought Lara looked extremely hot in her dress. And she was more than happy to also stare at her during the party. After all, Bo doubted that she’d have much in common with, well, anyone there. At least the fancy parties she went to in the dreams consisted of fae and she had that in common with them. Even if Bo tended to break protocol all the time because she never followed rules.
“You just want me to make things interesting,” she commented with a smirk. “Lucky for you, I most likely will. But I promise to not punch anyone?” A single punch might be fine, but given Bo’s superhuman strength? Not exactly a good thing.
“I like it when things get interesting,” Lara replied. She was feeling oddly frisky, and knowing Bo she’d end up in a closet somewhere. But they should at least make a long enough appearance to count. “No punching. Not even a little.”
Chances were a stop in a closet would be needed. Lara was ridiculously attractive, and that plunging neckline of her dress was...rather enticing. But Bo was trying to behave herself for the time being. “Definitely no punching. I’ll try not to get drunk on the champagne.” Bo was definitely nervous about this, but she was trying to just keep her attention on Lara, and she planned to follow her lead.
“Though if there’s dancing, you are definitely leading.” Bo definitely wanted to dance, but given the event, it wasn’t the club dancing that she was used to. It was probably waltzes and things of that nature that Bo had no idea how to dance. But she could follow Lara’s lead. And Bo was at least light on her feet when the occasion called for it.
“I’ll stick to just one drink,” Lara replied, sliding her hand up Bo’s and leaning against her. “The better to keep seducing you with, my dear.”
She flashed her a grin before they headed into the event. It was filled with stuffed shirts and fancy dresses and Lara was positive most of these people had never once in their lives suffered or lived paycheck to paycheck.
Bo grinned, giving Lara a once over. “I do so love it when you seduce me, babe.” Bo didn’t always have the patience to seduce, but that was the succubus in her. When she was hungry, she had little time to spend on seduction. Though when she was fed, she rather enjoyed seducing the pants off of Lara.
She stuck by Lara’s side as they headed inside. Everyone was definitely what Bo had expected, seemingly stuck up and no doubt they would look down their noses at her if they knew she didn’t come from money. But she didn’t care what they might think of her, only Lara’s opinion mattered to her.
“Alright, so. Mingling? Is that what we’re supposed to start with?” She had no idea what to expect. Especially since this was going to be a normal party, not one that devolved into fae in-fighting. Unless Orange County decided to go crazy while they were here.
“Mm.” Lara bumped her shoulder against Bo’s, moving in step with her in that manner of couples that had been married much longer than they had been.
“Yes, mingle, talk to people. Impress them. Maaaaybe give them a little nudge into being very, very generous.”
Bo glanced at her wife with a raised eyebrow. “Why Mrs. Croft, are you hinting that I should use my emotional manipulation on them?” Because that’s clearly what Lara meant. And while that could certainly be done, it could also backfire on Bo. But she would, of course, happily do it if it meant more money going to a good cause.
“Also, pretty sure you mean charm them as opposed to impress them. I don’t think my accomplishments could impress them. But I can definitely charm them with my assets.” She winked at Lara, nudging her shoulder against her wife’s.
“What I don’t know won’t hurt me,” Lara joked. “But you’re impressive no matter what.”
However, first man to stare at Bo’s chest might make Lara hit him. She hadn’t decided yet.
“Why thank you,” she responded with a warm smile. Bo wondered just how many people would stare at her chest, both male and female. Though mostly female. Men were predictable and always stared. But women? They tended to be a different story.
Someone walked by with a tray of glasses of champagne, and Bo relieved him of one of the glasses. “Alright, liquid courage, as they say.” Not that Bo needed liquid courage to talk to people, but she needed to find the right way into a conversation. Which wasn’t always easy when she had nothing in common with these people.
“I know you’re nervous, but they’re regular people, only way more assholish, privileged and oblivious to the suffering of others.” Despite it being a charity event, Lara didn’t hold most of her peers in high esteem.
“They’re the rule and you’re the exception. Damn, how did I luck out?” Bo stated with a smile. Of course, some people might still call her a trophy wife, and that was something that she would definitely punch someone over. If Lara didn’t beat her to it, of course. “First off, do you know anyone here? We could start there.”
Lara grinned at her, “I was too fucking stubborn to accept my money and titles until I spent several years living paycheck to paycheck to work my way through University and the only reason I accepted my money was because getting investors proved to be harder than expected.”
But she’d had a few, and always relied on them first. Lara hated money, as convenient as it was. She nodded towards one group, “Over there. He’s helped fund a few expeditions.”
“And that’s one of the things I love about you. You actually put the work into earning your way in life instead of just having it be handed to you.” Bo responded. Unable to help herself, she leaned in and kissed Lara’s cheek, not really caring about public displays of affection. After all, it wouldn’t take people long to deduce they were married to each other with the matching rings on their fingers.
“Then how about start there? I might actually be able to talk to him without throwing too many of my charms out there.” She smirked.
“Love you,” Lara murmured, before they reached the other people. She accepted the PDA because there were worse things to worry about and she knew how much it meant to Bo.
“George!” She smiled at him, hoping that he felt as though he’d gotten his money’s worth. And hoping he didn’t stare too hard at her. George had a tendency to… flirt.
“Love you, too,” Bo responded. She sipped her champagne as they approached George. She wasn’t certain what to expect, but she’d play the silent beauty part until someone spoke to her. Pretty smiles and glances until she got her bearings in the conversation.
“Lara!” George mispronounced her name completely, making it sound like Lear-ah. Lara hid a wince behind a smile.
“It’s been too long, what have you been up to?”
George leaned in too close, brushing his hand along Lara’s arm, “Not much, not much.”
Lara cleared her throat, “George, this is my wife, Bo.”
Oh that mispronunciation was painful to hear, but Bo covered it with a sip of her drink. Though her eyes narrowed ever so slightly as George leaned in a little too close to Lara. Alright, he was definitely getting the emotional manipulation blast from her.
“Hello, it’s a pleasure to meet you,” Bo said, extending her hand in greeting. She had a smile on her face that just screamed flirtatious succubus. Lara knew that smile because it was when Bo turned on the charm.
George took her hand, “Charmed.” He was immediately enraptured, forgetting Lara existed as he turned all his attention onto Bo. He gave her a leer, leaning in far too close.
Lara grit her teeth but smiled pleasantly.
Oh dear lord, Bo hadn’t even dosed him yet and he was already in her personal space. She did her best to not lean away or push him away. The latter would’ve been the worst choice given her superhuman strength. She kept the smile on her face, and while he had her hand, she sent some pulses of the emotional manipulation through him. Their hands pulsed an orangish-red color, though with him being so close most people wouldn’t notice.
“I must say, you have quite the way with people. I do so hope that you’re feeling generous with your money tonight?” Oh she was going to get this guy really good. She glanced at Lara out of the corner of her eye before turning up the charming smile. “Tonight’s gala is for a really good cause, but I think your money could go to some good use for one of my wife’s expeditions. I know I would be ever so grateful if you’d give her some funding again.”
Did Lara even have an expedition in the works? Maybe, but even if she didn’t, she was going to make use of this opportunity. Get money for tonight’s charity and for her wife’s work.
George smiled at her, his eyelids growing a little heavy. She was the most alluring woman he’d ever met and he wanted her like he’d never wanted anyone before. “I’d be delighted to! I’d even match my donation to both the gala, and an expedition.”
He gave her an utterly entranced look.
Oh lord. Bo knew that look. It was going to be difficult to be rid of him. But at least with her emotional manipulation, the effects wore off. Eventually. Or so she assumed. It wasn’t a permanent effect like if her blood got into someone’s blood stream. That was permanent unless something was done about it.
“Oh good! That would make Lara very happy. So how about you pull out your checkbook? I would be very grateful for you to be a man of your word.” Bo batted her eyelashes at him. Sometimes, she could play this part a little too well. But she also didn’t exactly use this power of hers often, for very good reasons. She liked using it when she had cause to. And this was cause to.
And at least George wasn’t drooling all over her wife.
He grinned at her, pulling out his checkbook. “What do I get if it’s in the six figures?”
A punch to the mouth, Lara thought, one eye twitching.
Bo’s thoughts were along the same line as Lara’s. But hey, if it secured funding for Lara’s next expedition and a charity? She’d push the envelope. Within reason, obviously. She wasn’t a prostitute.
“If you behave yourself, perhaps a dance later?” Bo reached up and trailed a finger along his cheek, giving him another wave of the emotional manipulation.
Lara trusted Bo implicitly, but that didn’t mean she particularly enjoyed watching this. There was a jealous streak she didn’t even know she had until … well … now. But she kept a smile plastered on her face.
George wrote the checks, and laughed, “I’ll show you a thing or two, if you get my drift.”
Normally, Bo wouldn’t play it up quite this much. But considering he’d funded Lara in the past, she decided to help get her wife funding without questions being asked. She’d make it up to Lara later.
“I get your drift, though my wife gets the first dance.” And Bo wouldn’t have it any other way.
He’d funded Lara, and he wanted to fuck them both, giving them the googly eyes like he was trying to find a way to suggest a threesome.
Lara took Bo’s hand and let her away, muttering once they were out of ear shot, “I was three seconds from breaking his nose. I feel so dirty.”
She never wanted a man like that touching her. Or men in general. Or men touching Bo. Lara found herself suddenly incredibly jealous and possessive.
“You and me both,” Bo muttered in response. “But hey, if I was going to get him to be generous to the charity, I figured he should be generous towards you. Though I swear I might have to hit him if he tries to touch either of us.” Bo downed the rest of her champagne and handed the empty glass to the nearest passing waiter.
“I should not give anyone that strong of a dose again. Or at least no one who’s as flirty as he is.” Bo shuddered a little. George definitely wasn’t her type, but if he had been, Lara might’ve needed to pull the succubus away from him. Bo may be steadfastly loyal to Lara, but she was still a succubus. Her head was going to turn now and then. Especially if she was hungry. It was just part of what she was. But she always left it at head turning and nothing more than that.
“Please, hit him,” Lara said, looking around cautiously. She grabbed Bo a little harder, pulling her up the stairs and around. Finding a maintenance closet, Lara yanked it open, and shoved Bo inside. She followed, barricading it with a broom and then promptly attacked Bo’s neck.
With her teeth.
“If he tries something, I will,” she affirmed. And Bo would hit him. She could be flirty with others, but it was meaningless flirting. Anyone who tried to take it further than that got stopped abruptly. Though Bo wasn’t quite expecting to be pushed into a closet, at least not so early in the evening. She barely had time to see Lara using a broom to barricade the door before her wife was attacking her neck.
She groaned, closing her eyes and tilting her head to give Lara more access to her neck. She slid her arms around Lara and pulled her close. “Mm, someone’s frisky,” she murmured. And of course, Lara had just slammed her switch into the on position with a sledgehammer.
“Mine,” Lara murmured, leaving behind a ruinous hickey that would be utterly impossible for Bo to reasonably cover up. She lifted her head, catching Bo’s lips with her own in a manner sure to ruin their makeup as well, before pulling up Bo’s skirt and sliding her hands along her thighs. Before she could think better of it, she adjusted her own skirts and fell to her knees, hooking Bo’s left leg over her shoulder and replacing her hand with her mouth, leaving teeth marks in Bo’s thigh.
Bo groaned, loving what Lara was doing to her neck. And she didn’t care about a hickey being left behind. She’d wear it proudly. She’d even pointedly not take a hit of chi from Lara until after they left the party so people could see that she was taken. “All yours, babe,” she responded heatedly. She returned Lara’s kiss, not caring if it messed up her make-up. She shuddered in anticipation and groaned again as Lara dropped to her knees and left teeth marks on her thigh.
“Holy shit,” she murmured in a groan. She slid a hand to the back of Lara’s head while her other hand helped brace herself and keep her upright. She gazed down at her wife, her eyes turning blue. God she wanted her to ravage her and take her.
And she did, perhaps with more gusto and vigor than was typical for when they weren’t in the privacy of their home. Or hotel room. Because half the point of a hotel room was to be ludicrously loud.
Groaning, Lara tasted Bo, savoring it but unable to contain herself. She wanted to ravage Bo, she wanted to make it rough and intense and force Bo to muffle herself. Or at least try to.
Bo moaned, almost forgetting where exactly they were, as Lara tasted her. A shudder ran through her body and she tightened her leg over Lara’s shoulder. She clenched her jaw, keeping her mouth closed and she groaned deeply. “Oh fuck, Lara,” she muttered. The fact that they were in a maintenance closet was even more of a turn on. And god Bo was so turned on right now.
Lara took advantage of that, giving Bo her very best and wishing she’d thought to pack a toy. The idea of doing that to Bo like this turned Lara on in ways she didn’t think was possible.
She choose to blame pheromones or something because she’d be embarrassed at that thought later. But when there weren’t toys, fingers would do, and Lara made eye contact with Bo as she focused on driving Bo as close to the edge as she could without pushing her over.
Bo tried to keep her sounds as muffled as possible, but it was rather difficult when Lara was doing what she was doing. Another moan managed to partially escape her as she rolled her hips against Lara. She gazed down at her, her eyes blue and her breath coming heavier. She kept a hand on the back of Lara’s head. She leaned her shoulder against something and clamped her free hand over her mouth to muffle another moan. She was getting ever closer to that edge, her orgasm building.
Stamina paid off, and Lara used all of hers for Bo. Once she was satisfied that if she delayed it any longer Bo would kill her, Lara sucked on her clit while she hooked her fingers and dragged them down inside her and over Bo’s G-spot. Her eyes gleamed mischievously.
It was good that Lara finally just went all out to make her orgasm because Bo was getting ready to kill her. She muffled another moan, her hips pressing into Lara as she was driven nearly insane by her wife. Another moan came out of her when Lara’s fingers moved over her G-spot, and a moment later she orgasmed, her back arching as she moaned her wife’s name behind her hand.
It would have been an honorable death.
“Louder,” Lara gasped, rubbing her fingers harder and flicking her tongue over Bo’s clit. She wanted to hear Bo louder, she wanted to make her come completely undone.
And it wasn’t ladylike to only give her one orgasm.
“Oh, fuck me,” she groaned as Lara was definitely not stopping. It was going to shortly become difficult for her to contain her noises. Which seemed to partly be Lara’s motivation. And, well, Bo couldn’t contain them when her wife didn’t let up, and she did moan loudly. Her hips rocked against Lara, and she wanted more.
Lara laughed, nearly losing track of what she was doing, but she took Bo’s words as incentive, brushing her teeth across sensitive places and digging her fingers into Bo’s side, murmuring just how much she loved her.
A shudder ran through her and she groaned gutterally as she felt Lara’s teeth brush across her sensitive places. She moaned as she felt the fingers dig into her side. “Fuck yes. More,” she groaned, starting to not care how loud she got.
It was then that Lara remembered that trying to out tire a succubus never worked. Bo could keep going until Lara was nothing but skin and bones and still have energy left over for a bit of fooling around. Despite that realization, Lara tried to get Bo off one more time before she had to stop for the sake of her jaw.
It definitely wasn’t easy to tire a succubus out. It was possible, but it would take more time than what they currently had. And it would also probably require Lara using some toys to give her jaw and fingers a rest. She moaned loudly, her fingers pressing into the back of Lara’s skull. A second orgasm was quickly building. “Fuck yes, little more,” she groaned.
“Honey,” Lara murmured. “Please.” She had to pull her head back just a little, but kept the pressure and speed up with her fingers, holding Bo’s eyes with her own.
Bo gazed down at Lara, her eyes still blue. The eye contact paired with Lara’s words and what she was doing with her fingers was enough. She moaned loudly as her second orgasm washed over her. This time, stars crossed her vision as she rode out her orgasm.
“God, I love you,” Lara groaned, finally stilling her hands and nuzzling her cheek against Bo’s thigh. She favored her with a wide, somewhat tired grin. One of these days Bo might accidentally snap her neck and it would be worth it.
Bo groaned, shivering lightly as Lara nuzzled her cheek against her thigh. She returned the grin as she gazed down at her wife. “Mm I love you so much,” she practically purred, riding the high of two orgasms. She released her hold of Lara’s head and took a few deep breaths. “You are amazing.”
“I know, but so are you.” Lara pulled herself to her feet, rubbing her aching knee with one hand as she pushed Bo’s dress back down. She was still very aroused, so she wasn’t quite at the embarrassed stage just yet. But it probably wouldn’t be long.
Bo gave Lara a lazy, wide smile. “Why thank you, Mrs. Croft,” she murmured before she pulled Lara close and kissed her again. She just wanted to stay in here for the rest of the evening, but that might be considered rude.
“You’re very welcome, Mrs. Croft.” She trailed off, returning the kiss with an urgency that was impossible to hide. Fuck, but Bo always made her come undone and it boggled her mind she was married to her.
“Holy shit,” she murmured. “We’re married.”
Bo groaned into the kiss. She did always love kissing Lara. It felt like she could get drunk off of the kiss. At Lara’s murmur, she grinned a bit. “Twice over, babe.” She rubbed her nose against Lara’s. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” Lara said, and the world felt like everything was perfect.