The Tomb Raider (lara) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2019-01-08 03:29:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, bo dennis, lara croft |
Who: Bo and Lara
What: Trapped in the car
When: Christmas Day
Where: The land rover
Status: complete
Rating: high
Lara hadn’t been able to start their getaway until Christmas Day.
And, naturally, that was when the blizzard hit. The snow had started coming down so suddenly that Lara had barely had time to pull over without crashing the Land Rover into something. And now, an hour later, she was pretty certain they wouldn’t be going anywhere for awhile.
“I think we should have learned by now not to travel in December.”
It had been a later start to get out of town than they usually had done, but Bo wasn’t going to complain. Besides, it had just given her more time to come up with the perfect wardrobe to take with her, which of course included some new lingerie, and hiking clothes she wanted to show off. She’d even gotten a new pair of hiking boots!
But once it was clear that they weren’t going to be going anywhere anytime soon, thoughts of showing off the hiking clothes and boots would most likely need to wait for another trip.
“Maybe next year we should just leave the last week in November and not come back until January.” She chuckled a bit, though she was also serious about that suggestion. Logan wouldn’t like losing his star bartender for that length of time, but clearly if they didn’t get out of town early enough, they wouldn’t be getting out of town.
“I think that might be the best idea,” Lara agreed. She moved the seat back so she could stretch out her legs, then twisted around to look at what they’d packed, doing a mental inventory; If this was like the first time it would be a few hours. Or longer. She could dig out her emergency kit hidden under the back floor. It had a little stove, blankets, rations and etc.
“Reminds me of our first date.”
Bo shifted in her seat, making herself more comfortable. At Lara’s comment, she couldn’t help but to smirk and she glanced at the back seat for a moment before she looked back at her wife. “It does. It would seem we have an opportunity to recreate it,” she joked. Bo wasn’t completely serious about that, but she wouldn’t say no to it either. After all, being in a confined space with her wife for a prolonged period of time tended to make Bo frisky and horny.
Lara raised an eyebrow, though she didn’t dismiss the idea; part of her had always regretted that she hadn’t let Bo ravish her entirely that day. Though their relationship had progressed rather rapidly anyway. Far more rapidly than Lara was usually comfortable with, and that had been before the succubus thing.
She reached over and cupped Bo’s cheek, “I still can’t believe how easily you could make my knickers wet. I’ve so rarely been attracted to someone so quickly as you.”
Leaning into Lara’s touch, she smiled. “I am happy to have had that effect on you. We definitely fit together well from the first time we met.” That had always been apparent. “Likewise, no one else made me want to stay with them like you did.” That wasn’t to say that there hadn’t been times she’d felt like running, because there had been. There’d also been that one time she had actually run, but that was instigated by her Dreams rather than a conscious decision that she was afraid of commitment.
“I can’t believe I said that out loud.” Lara pulled away, face heating up. But it was the truth and she tried to tell the truth to Bo when she could, these days.
Bo couldn’t contain a grin. “It seems that I’m rubbing off on you,” she stated. That was definitely meant to be innuendo. Then again, a good portion of what came out of Bo’s mouth tended to be innuendo. It tended to go with being a succubus.
“Frequently,” Lara said, tone dry. She would tease Bo back, by pushing her to her breaking point before giving in. But then, Lara enjoyed doing that to Bo, exercising that kind of control and driving her over the edge without even touching her.
“I have to say, I’m doing a good job then,” she grinned. There were times when Bo was sensitive to Lara pushing her to her breaking point. There were days when she was afraid of testing her succubus nature, knowing that she could lose control if she was pushed enough. And not in the Evil Dark Queen way, just her basic instincts taking hold and wanting to do nothing but suck people dry. Luckily, this wasn’t one of the days when she was overly self-conscious about her nature, so Lara could push her without worry.
Besides, Bo tended to get quite the rush out of it once she was able to pounce her wife. But it was difficult sometimes, the succubus nature didn’t allow for extended foreplay too much. That was a downside, while the sex was always good, extended foreplay required patience that Bo didn’t always have because of what she was. She tried, of course, but sometimes she just couldn’t contain herself.
Those days were the days that pushing Bo mattered the most, but Lara did know when to draw the line. Most of the time. But she generally felt that Bo needed to be pushed in order to grow and accept herself.
She settled back a little, putting some space between them, half to tease her. “What is it with us and the snow?”
Accepting that she was a succubus would’ve been easier had she had the same life experience her dream self. All those years of self-loathing because she killed everyone she ever slept with. While she hadn’t quite liked being a succubus, it had given her a reason as to why all those people had died, that she wasn’t a plague or a demon. But the fact that she’d lived nearly thirty years as a normal human made accepting the succubus nature a lot harder. There was a reason that she tended to wish to be human again when Christmas came around. Perhaps one day she’d accept being a succubus, but it might take another thirty years of adjusting to it.
“It’s probably to remind us of when we first met,” Bo responded, looking out the window at the snow. Of course, she knew it wasn’t, but she liked putting the sentimental spin on it. It made it easier to take.
“It feels like ages ago,” Lara admitted. “I don’t mean that in a bad way. It’s hard to remember my life, what it was like without you. I don’t want to. The dreams are hard enough…”
She frowned, looking out the snow covered window, or trying to. “Especially lately.”
Bo looked over at her wife, frowning a little at the mentions of Lara’s dreams. She reached over to set her hand on Lara’s arm, giving it a little squeeze. “I can’t do anything about your dreams, but you aren’t alone here. You have me, the cats and Fae.” It was more of a family than either of them had had in...a long time. And Bo wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.
Not even the chance to be human again. While Bo wished she was just a normal human, she wouldn’t take it if it meant losing Lara.
Lara looked back at Bo, then slid across the front of the car until she was straddling her wife. She stroked Bo’s face, and the sides of her neck, then leaned in and kissed her gently. “You mean everything to me, Bo.”
Bo gazed up at Lara, slipping her arms around Lara’s waist as she returned the gentle kiss. She couldn’t help the warm smile on her face at her wife’s statement. “I love you more than anything.” Which she meant. Nothing came close to how she felt about Lara. Not even chocolate.
Lara didn’t doubt that. She wondered what would have happened if their positions had been reversed. If Bo had had to shoot her.
She wondered what it might mean if Bo might put the world before Lara, when Lara couldn’t have done the same. She leaned in and kissed Bo again.
If Bo had had to shoot Lara, she didn’t really know if she could have pulled the trigger. After all, during her Dawning, she’d had to kill Dyson to get out of it, and it had taken him threatening her before she’d actually stabbed him in the heart. It wasn’t that Bo was weak-willed, it was that she had a difficult time sacrificing what she loved regardless of what that meant.
And if Bo was ever in that position, she didn’t think she’d survive shooting Lara. That would be too much for her to take. Her heart was too soft and far too breakable to handle that. Sometimes, she wondered if she’d be better about that if she had more of her father in her.
She returned the kiss, holding Lara close to her. She loved the feeling of holding her wife in her arms, of touching her and listening to her heartbeat. Bo liked feeling close to someone, and she was definitely a cuddlebug.
Lara’s hands started to roam, desperately needing to show Bo how she felt. Not for warmth (though it was cold), but just so that Bo understood in the way that she understood best. “I love you.” She broke the kiss just long enough to say that.
Bo groaned a bit into the kiss as Lara’s hands started to wander. “I love you, too,” she managed to respond before kissing Lara again. Her own hands started to wander, running over Lara’s back and along her sides. She pulled her closer, also conveying how she felt through her actions.
Lara let Bo pull her close, before very sneakily moving her hands off of her body and tangling them in the seatbelt like make-shift ties. She sat back a little, eyes sparkling. “You sit here. I’ll do all the work.”
She wasn’t aware of Lara moving her hands until she felt the seatbelt tangle around them. She gazed at her wife, her eyes turning blue as she was so turned on by that. “If you say so,” she responded with anticipation. And Bo was also wondering if Lara was going to tease her to death.
She might. Lara pulled her shirt off, knowing Bo’s eyes would be focused on her chest once she was free of her sports bra. But those eyes, that soft blue glow that was as addicting a feature as everything else about the succubus…
Lara leaned in, tantalizingly close to Bo’s mouth, then pulled back and started to lazily undo the buttons of Bo’s trousers.
Bo’s gaze indeed went to Lara’s chest, and it only made her eyes glow a bit more intensely. Of course, she also took in the contours of Lara’s body, her muscles, her scars. Bo felt her heart start to beat faster with anticipation as Lara leaned close to her. Of course, Lara pulling back came with a little whine, and it turned her on even more. She shifted her hips a little, giving Lara better access to her pants.
Oh, that wine was good. Lara grinned, pushing Bo’s pants down enough to expose her, and then enough to be able to get her hand between them much easier. “Look at me, love.”
She held her gaze, finger dancing along Bo’s thigh.
Part of her wondered if Lara was going to kill her. This felt like a set up in a way, but Bo didn’t care. If she was going to die here, at least it would be a good death. She locked her gaze with Lara’s, the blue of her eyes seeming more intense than before.
“Oh god,” she breathed as the muscle in her thigh quivered lightly under Lara’s touch.
Certain versions of her dreams had featured Lara using targets that way. Dream her had no problem with it, waking Lara usually felt skeevy, but attributed that mostly to the fact that she wasn’t at all attracted to men.
But she was very much attracted to Bo, and stroked her thigh with more pressure. Still teasing. Still taunting. “There’s no god here.”
Bo groaned, shifting a bit in the seat. Her gaze was still fixed on Lara’s, but she was keenly aware of what her fingers were doing. “True, there’s only a goddess here.”
Which was an ironic statement coming from Bo considering she was the daughter of Hades, the mythical god of the underworld. Of course, he wasn’t actually a god in her dreams, just a very powerful fae that was once worshipped as a god.
Lara chuckled, “Good thing I know several ways to kill goddesses. And I know the exact way to make you give into me.”
She slid her fingers along the edge of Bo’s knickers, leaning in to kiss at her throat. Lara continued to tease and taunt with those fingers, keeping them just outside the fabric and only occasionally slipping them under the elastic -- and once in awhile making the elastic snap. “I want to hear you beg.”
Lara’s words made her whine again. She shuddered a bit, and she wasn’t entirely certain she’d make it through this alive. Especially with Lara’s mouth going for her neck, which was her weak spot, and her fingers teasing and taunting her. Bo closed her eyes, tilting her head to give Lara better access to her neck. When she snapped the elastic of her underwear, Bo shuddered and whimpered a little. “Oh fuck,” she breathed, feeling a coil starting to twist and get taught in her stomach.
“Please, Lara, touch me.”
“Mm. What was that?” Lara moved her lips to Bo’s ear, almost purring. “I didn’t quite hear that, I need you to say that a little louder.
Snap went the elastic again.
When the elastic snapped that time, her whole body shuddered and seemed to quiver beneath Lara’s touch. “Touch me,” she nearly whined. She needed to feel Lara’s touch. She opened her eyes again, which were still blue. Her blood felt like fire running through her veins, and only Lara could both ignite it to this degree and extinguish it.
Grinning and holding Bo’s eyes as though trying to draw out Bo’s blue. As she did so, she slid her fingers inside Bo’s knickers, touching and stroking her. Teasing as before and then suddenly … no longer teasing. She ran her thumb over Bo’s clit and slipped a finger inside her.
Bo’s breath hitched as she felt Lara’s fingers slip inside her underwear, and she groaned, rocking her hips against Lara’s hand. The teasing was almost unbearable, but when Lara suddenly stopped teasing and rubbed her thumb against her and slid a finger inside her, she let out a loud moan, her back arching and her eyes rolling back into her head in pleasure.
“Good,” Lara breathed, watching her face closely. She wanted to push Bo over the edge and see how long she could deny her feeding before it got too dangerous. A bit like succubus chicken. “God, you’re so hot, how did I get married to you?”
Depending on how Lara kept this up, it probably wouldn’t be too long before Bo’s succubus nature went into the danger zone. As it was, Bo only had a partial grip on herself. Being in the car, the seatbelt being used as a makeshift hand restraint and her half naked wife on her lap had already made most coherent thought leave her head, let alone her natural need to keep a tight grip on herself so she didn’t go nuclear.
“Fuck,” she groaned. “You asked,” she reminded. And that was about all the words that Bo could string together currently.
Lara started to move her finger, and keeping her eyes locked onto Bo’s. “You’re right, I asked. I still can’t believe my fucking luck.”
She leaned in suddenly, kissing Bo, needy and searing and willing to give her every last bit of Chi she could, needing the pain and pleasure to be one.
“Neither can I. I didn’t think anyone would want to marry me.” And that went for both this life and her dreams. Somehow even though she and Lauren seemed to have ended up together, she doubted there would ever be a marriage. Mostly since everyone in her dreams kept with the whole ‘you’re a succubus, you can’t have just one lover by nature’ mantra that drove her up a wall whenever people told her that. It was undoubtedly one of the reasons she fought against her nature so hard because she wanted to prove them all wrong. Of course, none of them were actually here in this world to actually see that she could have one lover and be perfectly fine.
She moaned as she felt Lara’s finger start to move, and she gazed back into her wife’s eyes. Then Lara was kissing her and she felt like her soul was being set on fire. She kissed her back, pouring her own fire and desire into the kiss. After several long seconds, she broke the kiss and took a hit of chi.
Lare preferred that idea of being Bo’s only lover. Maybe that was selfish. Maybe she just couldn’t, really, handle the idea of someone else touching her wife. She would accept it in an emergency, and she wouldn’t be mad, but she might be a little hurt.
The hit actually caught her off guard this time and Lara groaned, eyelids fluttering. “More,love. Take more.”
Bo also preferred Lara being her only lover. Sometimes she still felt guilty over chi-sucking Logan that one time when she’d broken her neck and Lara hadn’t been there. Maybe she was trying to make herself be something she wasn’t, and maybe it wasn’t the healthiest thing ever to deny that she was a succubus, but she still had trouble with that concept. Some days she managed to forget that she was a succubus and think she was just a normal human.
She took another hit when Lara told her to. Bo twisted her hands a bit in the makeshift restraint, wanting to grab onto Lara.
“More,” Lara demanded, still in that hazy place where the drag of Chi caused her immeasurable pleasure and only slightly hurt, but in the good way.
Sometimes she wanted Bo to lose control, wanted to be the one to make that happen.
Bo hated losing control, though it was unclear what that stemmed from. Perhaps it was the fact she never wanted to hurt anyone, let alone someone she loved. Or perhaps it was the fact that she’d had no control over the Dark Evil Queen side of herself and she hurt so many people with that side of herself in her dreams. Or maybe it was a bit of both. Bo wasn’t a control freak, but she never wanted to lose control, to potentially hurt anyone. She was definitely the type that would never forgive herself for losing control.
The demand from Lara, however, frayed more of her control. She was getting close to losing control. She pulled her hands free of the seatbelt, one hand going to the back of Lara’s head as she took another hit. Her other arm wrapped around Lara’s back and held her tight against her. Almost a little too tightly.
“Use me,” Lara breathed, vision hazy and the pain and pleasure mixing into a single feeling that threatened to overwhelm her. She repeated the words, almost reveling in Bo’s hold on her.
She trailed the hand on the back of Lara’s head down to one of her breasts, palming and squeezing it before her hand trailed down to undo her pants. It wasn’t long before Bo’s hand was inside Lara’s pants and she slid two fingers inside of her, curling them to hit Lara’s spot as she took another hit from Lara.
Lara whimpered, closing her eyes and leaning her head back, rocking her hips against Bo’s hand. She dragged her nails along Bo’s shoulder, then turned her head away, somewhat reluctantly, to break the chi contact. Or at least try to.
Bo shuddered and growled as she felt Lara’s nails on her shoulder. Her more primal instincts were becoming more and more prominent, fueled by Lara’s reactions to her. However, there was enough of Bo hanging onto control that she attacked her wife’s neck, licking, sucking and biting along it instead of trying to suck more chi from her. She moved her fingers harder and faster inside of her.
“Oh fuck.” Lara dug her nails in, exposing her throat to her wife as she felt her own orgasm quickly growing. And as much as she wanted Bo to use her, she was kind of using Bo at the same time, letting herself let go in a way that she rarely ever did outside their bedroom.
She moaned which turned into another growl as Lara dug her nails in. Her arm around Lara’s back tightened, pulling her closer against her as she moved her fingers faster and harder. She continued attacking her wife’s neck, undoubtedly leaving at least two hickeys behind.
More more, Lara wanted more. She wanted all that Bo could give, and more. It became impossible to focus on what she was doing to her wife in the face of what her wife was doing to her, and Lara cried out, the teeth at her throat driving her over the edge. Her voice rang with Bo’s name.
Bo could more than happily give Lara everything she could. She kept her mouth on Lara’s neck and kept her fingers moving through her orgasm. She finally detached her mouth from Lara’s neck. “Fuck, you’re amazing,” she breathed against her wife’s neck. Lara’s scent was intoxicating.
“Good thing we’re stuck.” Lara rested her head on Bo’s shoulder. She didn't think she could walk after that, and her neck hurt, but in a good kind of way.
Lara would definitely be into a vampire.
Bo chuckled, wrapping both of her arms around Lara and pulling her close. She pressed a kiss to Lara’s shoulder. “That is the best part of getting stuck in the snow every year. We’re stuck together.”
“As long as we’re together, that’s really what matters,” Lara agreed, rubbing her hands along Bo’s shoulders and back. Times like this, all her worries faded away.