Chapter Text
Samantha sat clad against the suede of the lounge, mug in hand, tea steeping, legs flush together as she scrambled for any relief she could find as her girlfriend, the adventurer, went on about some ancient artifact previously thought to be lost to time - resurfacing somewhere on the east coast. The filmmaker had barely managed to make it through the day, biting her lip and pressing her palms against the granite of the countertops to stop from grinding against them. She listened passively and managed excited expressions as Lara regaled the artifact's legend, oblivious to the aching between her girlfriend's thighs.
It was easy for the adventurer to become absorbed in her work, at times (and unintentionally) forgetting Sam's needs and more often, her own. Lara would lose her head if it weren't attached to her neck and with rumour of ancient ruins spreading like wildfire through the grapevine, she had been so preoccupied with research, she had left Samantha to her own devices.
Devices that were no longer getting the job done.
The artist wanted Lara. She needed her. Samantha was on fire and like fire, she was determined to consume everything in her path.
A tension took to the air as the noirette gazed upon her girlfriend, the way a lioness gazes upon its prey. She made her way over to Lara, who was waving around some map and chart to emphasize her story, and captured her lips in a kiss. The dazed woman looked down at her, blinking a few times before greeting her with a smug smile.
"Well...hello." Her hands found themselves around the shorter woman's waist as Samantha climbed into her lap, warm heat from her center spreading throughout her body. "Have I been droning on again? I'm sorry."
"Don't be sorry. I love seeing you get so passionate. It turns me on." Samantha assured with a certain low tone husk that sent signals to the brunette's brain.
"How about we get rid of these?" she suggested as she removed the documents from Lara's hands and placed them on the table beside them. She then recaptured the tanned woman's lips, kissing her hungrier than before, venturing down to her neck and leaving behind a bouquet of bruises. Though Lara was enjoying the sudden barrage of pleasure, she reluctantly pushed the eager woman away with a laugh before cocking an eyebrow.
"Have I missed something?" She teased the woman before her with genuine curiosity. Samantha, however, was too hot and bothered to play any games nor in the mood for explanation. At least verbally that was. She was nearing the point of losing all sense of herself and the friction from Lara's lap was more than she could take. So instead, the noirette took her girlfriend's hand and placed it inside her denim shorts, right where she needed her most.
"Feel." Sam directed Lara as she ground into her hand, sinking her fingertips into the woman's toned shoulders for leverage.
Lara struggled to hold back a moan as she felt her girlfriend's slick against her hand. Sam could no longer fight against her urges as she fell apart against the woman, groaning into Lara's skin as she bit her shoulder. "Fuck." She moaned into the brunette's ear, the heat from her breath igniting the woman like a campfire. Sam continued grinding against Lara's fingers, craving more of her with each thrust.
"Sam..." Lara trailed, with a tone of guilt for not realizing her girlfriend's needs sooner and astonishment as she watched Sam come apart for her. It wasn't often that she found her lover in a state so desperate as this one - whining and clawing and begging for a release - especially when Nishimura had been the one most often to tease her, but each time she did it left Lara addicted and devoted to reminding Sam just how much she treasured her.
The filmmaker moaned as Lara's fingers circled and pressed against her aching clit. Her hips bucked into her touch as she massaged the bud throbbing between her swollen lips. "I'm sorry, baby. I didn't realize you needed me so bad." The taller woman planted apologetic kisses on top her girlfriend's forehead, continuing to please her through the fabric. "Tell me what you need."
"More." Was all Sam could manage through the overwhelming knot building in her core. Understanding the woman's body better than any star she's charted, Lara slipped strong fingers beneath the lace of Sam's panties and slid into her warmth. Groans filled the air as Lara felt Sam's insides clench around her fingers and watched her eyes rolled back - head reeling back with pleasure.
With every pump and curl of the brunette's strong fingers, Samantha could feel her orgasm reaching - and Lara was determined to get her there.
Passion overtook the artist, using the woman's strong shoulders as support, she rode her girlfriend hungrily - desperately searching for that sweet release buried somewhere within the folds of her flesh. Moans and curses filled the study as the adventurer's fingers pumped in and out of Sam's slick cunt. Lara held her firm against her body, her other arm keeping the woman close as she watched her fingers disappear inside her.
Samantha let something out in Japanese, something the brunette couldn't quite make out as she was too focused on her other pair of lips, then suddenly she was hugging Lara - faced buried in her neck as her thrusts became harsher. "Faster. F-fuck, faster baby, don't stop!" As the explorer felt her girlfriend's orgasm approaching, her pace quickened and so did Samantha's breathing. Slick walls clenched around curled fingers as Lara found the filmmakers's g-spot. The shorter woman dug into toned flesh, a scream of pleasure following as she sung the brunette's name.
"Laraaaaaa!" Days of sexual frustration erupted in waves over Samantha as she came on her girlfriend's lap, arousal soaking Lara's fingers.
The artist shivered as her orgasm echoed throughout her body - her breathing ragged as she came down from her high, body slumping against the toned woman.
Lara held Samantha as the final shivers swept through her body, marking each moment with soft kisses to her temple.
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(Part 2 is coming don't worry. There's so much I'm updating rn.)
"Fuck me. Fuck me, baby, I need you. I need you right now." Sam said it with such despairity that Lara understood exactly what she meant and carried her upstairs to the bedroom without a word (from her lips).
"Raid me like one of your tombs."
Her (Lara) pain became secondary (went unnoticed) as Sam's pleasure was her first priority. She could worry over the bite marks later, she just wanted to make Sam come undone.