Chapter 1 - On the Way Home (Tomb Raider, Lara/Sam)

I'm hitting a bit of writer's block with my original, longer stories, so I've decided to start a collection of quick, simple fanficcy bits to keep my hand in. Technically, you could consider Sparring part of this series, but I'm going to leave that where it is.

Let's start this series with a short, sweet bit for Tomb Raider (2013). Sam/Lara, fingering.

Lara and the others from the island had fortunately met a cargo ship soon after their escape from the island. The crew had been helpful once they took in the escapees' states, and had quickly given them the necessary medical attention.

In unspoken agreement, the escapees had left out any mention of the supernatural elements of the events on the island. Not that most of them had seen too much of that, but Sam and Lara especially had made sure only to mention the Brotherhood cult, and nothing about Himiko.

Not that Lara had been in any kind of shape to talk much, those first couple of days: once the constant focus on survival and adrenaline rush had faded, her injuries had made themselves known with a vengeance and the ship's medic had rushed to get her wounds bandaged, especially the stab wound through her stomach.

Afterwards, she had been installed in one of the cabins that the crew had given up for the survivors, and had spent most of the time since then on her back.

Now, as the approached land, she finally felt well enough that she was preparing herself to go up on deck to get some fresh air.

As she struggled to pull up her trousers -- which had fortunately been thoroughly laundered -- the cabin door creaked open, making jump and then hiss as pain stabbed through her torso. She relaxed that it was only Sam peeking around the door.

"Hey," the other girl said, softly, as she padded into the room.

"Hey," Lara replied, and groaned as she struggled with her trousers.

"Oh! Let me help!"

Sam rushed forward and knelt down beside the narrow bunk on which Lara was sitting, brushing aside Lara's hands and taking hold of the waistband. Lara jumped again at the thump of the metal door swinging shut behind her.

"I can-" she began, but Sam shushed her.

"Let me," she pleaded, looking up at Lara. "You did so much for me, at least let me help while you recover."

Any further protest Lara might have made got stuck in her throat in the face of Sam's expression. She leaned back and, wincing, lifter herself up on her hands to allow Sam enough access to get her trousers on. It was a lot easier like this.

Sam smiled at her, then began working on her belt.

"You shouldn't strain yourself," she chided. "You need to take it easy while you heal."

Lara sighed. "Oh, alright. I just hate sitting still!"

"You'll be running around again in no time! But until then, you should let people take care of you."

Lara shrugged. She knew Sam was right, but that didn't mean she had to like it.

There was a sound of metal on metal as Sam closed the clasp and then she sat up on her knees, straightening until her face was level with Lara's.

"You need any help with your top?" she asked, smiling crookedly.

Lara looked down. One of Sam's hands was playing with the hemline of her top while she leaned on Lara's leg with the other.

"No, it's fine," she said.

She made to stand up, but Sam didn't take her hand away.

"Sam," she began.

"Lara..." Sam interrupted her. She leaned closer until their faces were inches apart, her eyes fixed on Lara's.

"Sam?" Lara asked, uncertain.

Sam looked for a moment like she was going to speak again, and then suddenly leaned forward. Her lips met Lara's.

Lara felt her own eyes widen as she froze at her friend's unexpected action. Sam's lips were soft against her own, uncertain at first but then insistent, working at Lara's lower lip until her mouth opened slightly. Then Sam's tongue entered her mouth slowly, making Lara shiver as their warm breath mingled.

It must have taken only a few moments, and when Lara felt she could move again she backed away. The sudden absence of contact left her lips tingling.

"Sam..." she began, unsure what to say.

Sam's eyes met hers again, her expression pleading.

"Lara, I-" she stammered. "I just- You saved me, and..."

"I-" Lara stammered as well. She took hol of Sam's hand. "I'm don't know if I-"

Sam's hand tightened on hers, while her other hand rubbed circles on Lara's thigh.

"I'm not- normally either." She looked down for half a moment, then her eyes bored into Lara's again. "I want to thank you..." She breathed, then darted forward again.

When their lips met again, the heat of her hands on Lara, of her chest just barely pressing into Lara's, made Lara's decision for her. Her lips opened without her thinking about it, her own tongue darting out to meet Sam's, making tentative contact as their lips played against each other.

Lara was not an unexperienced kisser, but kissing a girl -- kissing Sam -- was different. Softer, more delicate. At first, at least, because Sam quickly deepened the kiss, tilting her head and claiming Lara's mouth with her own.

Lara heard a moan, and was surprised to discover it had come from her.

She felt light-headed and went along as Sam pressed closer, the points of her nipples pressing into Lara's chest through the thin material of both their tops. She fell backward until her back hit the wall on the other side of the narrow bunk, and their lips parted.

"Sam-" she began again, and stopped, not knowing what to say.

"Lara, please?" Sam asked, her eyes wide.

She leaned forward again. Lara watched her approach, her eyes fixed on Sam's parted lips, swollen and shining from their kiss, and all the reasons why this was a bad idea -- she was pretty sure she was straight, she had always thought Sam was straight, they had both just escaped from a stressful situation -- fled her mind.

This time, as Sam reached her, Lara leaned toward her, meeting her lips and kissing her back. She was very aware of Sam's hand on her thigh, and as their tongues wrestled and their breathing grew heavier she reached out as well, taking hold of Sam's arm, the skin warm under her fingers.

She wasn't sure how long they were locked together like that. Eventually Sam ended up embracing her, their chests pressed together, Sam still kneeling in front of her, now with Lara's legs locked around her waist. Their hands played over each other's backs, rubbing, kneading, massaging each other as they kissed desperately. Lara got lost in the sensations, losing all sense of time or her surroundings, focused purely on the feeling of Sam's mouth and body against hers.

Then, suddenly, something pressed against her trousers between her legs, and she squeaked into Sam's mouth.

"Wha-" she stammered, breaking the kiss as she became aware that it was Sam's hand, rubbing against her crotch.

"Shhh..." Sam breathed, leaning forward and brushing Lara's neck with her hot lips. "Still thanking you."

Lara thought about protesting, but then the heel of Sam's hand hit just the right spot and stars flashed in front of her eyes, banishing those concerns. She moaned instead, her hands on her friend's back curling into fists as Sam repeated the motion, pressing into her mound just above her clit and making heat pool in Lara's belly.

"Oh!" Lara breathed.

Sam chuckled by Lara's ear, her mouth working low on her neck, tongue working on the place where it met her shoulder. She seemed to be gaining confidence as Lara melted in her embrace, slumping onto the cot while Sam followed her down, her hand still working insistently at Lara's crotch.

Lara tried to kiss Sam's neck at first, but it made her injured stomach hurt after only a few moments, so she simple leaned back and submitted to Sam's ministrations. She tried to keep quiet at first, but soon she was moaning and panting at the feelings Sam was causing.

There was another brief moment of hesitation as Sam's hands worked at her belt, but another deep kiss quashed her protests before she was even able to voice them. A few moments later her trousers were pulled down again.

"You just p-put those on," Lara giggled, as Sam worked them down to her knees.

Sam laughed as well but made no further reply as her hands ran back up Lara's legs. She went directly for her goal, and as her fingers reached between Lara's legs Lara suddenly became aware that she had taken her panties off along with her trousers. As Sam's fingers ran over her pussy and reached her clit, however, she decided that she didn't mind.

"Wet..." Sam breathed, nibbling at the nape of Lara's neck again as her slim fingers explored Lara's pussy, sliding along the slit and over her nether lips, never neglecting her clit for long.

"You're good at this," Lara felt compelled to admit.

"Lots of practice on myself," Sam laughed, as she slid a single finger slowly into Lara's wet pussy.

Then she withdrew it again, and Lara let out an undignified mewl of protest.

"Sorry, but this position really hurts my wrist. We're gonna have to move."

Lara let Sam lead her properly onto the bed, with her head on the pillow instead of their crosswise position. They kept in as much contact as possible until Sam was lying half next to her and half on top of her. Somewhere in there, Lara's pants had been taken off completely and she now lay with her legs spread as far as they could on the narrow cot.

Sam's fingers quickly found her pussy again, playing through the sparse curls for a moment before they found their target again. Her middle finger slid inside again, easily finding its way between Lara's wet lips and caressing her inside. Meanwhile, Sam's mouth found Lara's again, their lips locking together in another searing kiss.

As Sam's hand curled softly around the back of Lara's neck, Lara's arms found their way around her friend's waist again, but otherwise she felt too comfortable to move, with Sam's body pressed against hers while slender, skillful fingers continued to play over her pussy. A second entered her and they slither around each other, then curled forward, caressing the front of her channel and making her shiver with pleasure.

She moaned into Sam's mouth as those fingers found her G-spot, trembling in place as Sam giggled at her discovery and made the most of it while her thumb rubbed little circles over Lara's clit.

"Found the spot." she mumbled, then nipped at Lara's lower lip as she thrust another finger inside, curling them around each other while she continued to work them slowly in and out, making sure to brush along Lara's G-spot with every gentle thrust.

"Yes..." Lara breathed, her hands roaming over her friend's back until they found the edge of her shirt. Without thinking about it, she slipped her hands under it, leaving them free the caress her back directly, her rough hands playing over the heated skin as she pulled Sam as close as she could.

Their lips met again, and the next few minutes were occupied by increasingly frenzied kissing and groping as Sam's fingers found all of the most sensitive spots in Lara's pussy, making her legs tremble and drawing loud moans from her that Sam's mouth muffled just barely enough to prevent everyone on the ship from hearing them.

Eventually, Lara tensed, her body leaving the thin mattress as she arched her back, the pain in her stomach temporarily forgotten as Sam drew more and more pleasure from her pussy, jolts of it coursing through Lara's body and making her toes tingle.

"Sam," Lara panted, "Almost-"

She broke off abruptly as she suddenly found it impossible to breathe. Sam sucked hard on the side of her neck while those insistent fingers pressed hard against her G-spot, thumb rubbing her clit in just the right way.

"I know," Sam breathed, mouth leaving Lara's skin just long enough for her to get the words out, "Show me..."

She bent down again, mouth working on Lara's neck again while one hand caressed her hair and the other applied all that she had learned that day to provoke every bit of pleasure she could from Lara's pussy, the wet sound of her insistent finger-fucking filling the small cabin.

"I-" Lara stammered.

Then Sam curled her fingers just right, her thumb pressed into Lara's clit, and pushed her over the edge.

Lara's breathing hitched and she made no sound for a few moments while her body shook under Sam's hands. Then, she broke out into a moan as a wave of pleasure crashed over her, making spots flash in front of her eyes. She held on to Sam desperately while she moaned until she had no breath left. Sam kept playing her pussy, slowing down but not stopping, drawing out Lara's orgasm as long as she could continuing when Lara fell back to the bed, letting her come down slowly until Lara was finally able to breathe again.

Lara moaned again when Sam's fingers finally slipped out, leaving her feeling empty. She closed her eyes and for a while she simply basked in their closeness.

Finally, when the last of the tingling had left her body, leaving her feeling completely relaxed for the first time since their ship had originally left port, before Yamatai, she opened eyes that she hadn't noticed had fallen closed.

The first thing she saw was Sam's eyes. Her friend was curled around her, nestled close, even closer than she needed to on the narrow cot. They smiled at each other.

"You-" Lara began, then took a deep breath to steady her voice. "You're still dressed."

Sam smiled indulgently and kissed her nose.

"It was about thanking you, remember?"

"Oh." Lara wasn't sure what to say. Her mind still felt slow, as if she was floating in a cloud.

They lay together for another few minutes until another thought crossed Lara's mind.

"I was going up on deck to get some fresh air," she said.

"No rush," Sam replied, resting her forehead against Lara's.

"Yeah," Lara breathed, "We don't make port until tomorrow."

"Right. Today, we can relax."

Lara's hand played over her friend's back.

"I didn't know you were-" she began.

"I'm not. Not really," Sam interrupter her. "It's just, since we escaped there, since you-" she stammered and broke off. "I wanted to make you feel good. Don't worry, I'm not expecting anything after this or anything..."

Lara thought about this.

"Right," she said, eventually. "I'm not normally into women, either, and you're my friend. So, once we get to land..."

She shrugged, and Sam nodded.

"Special circumstances," she said. "We're gonna go back to normal once we're back in the real world."

"Yes," Lara replied. She looked down at her own half-dressed state and at Sam's rumpled clothes. She felt her mouth curve into a smile. "But we're not there yet, so I think there's too many clothes right now..."

She leaned forward again. The real world could wait a little while longer.