Okay, okay... I'm sorry for this "one shot" be the size of a bible. I ~accidentally~ wrote a "one shot" with 15 pages in Microsoft Word xD.
I came to think of dividing into chapters at some point, but I gave up the idea. (Sorry. Please, get a password to hit me or curse me. Or rather, don't do it because the story is really cool).
Theoretically, this fanfic is kind of special. In it, I used a very different narrative that I don't use normally. As Nate and Lara's relationship would be "between slaps and kisses" (well, it's a brazilian expression... Maybe it got lost in translation), I decided to use a crazy and more comic language to tell it. And despite the large size, normally I write fics with chapters with a present and slower narrative. As in this story the only moments of dialogue has a slow narrative and the rest is fast, in my crazy head, I didn't consider this as fanfic with chapters, savvy? If you thought it was illogical, just accept my thought and move on. HAHA.
Anyway, this is the largest initial note that wrote about a fanfic. I hope you like it very much, really.
I really like them both and I wish it could have more good fanfics about them. Because, I don't like crossovers, but for them there's an exception.
And, oh, don't be too lazy to write a review. You don't know how sad is not getting one.
- Camilla
Unavoidable
When Lara Croft took the same plane as Nathan Drake, she didn't consider the possibility of being stranded on a desert island with him. The first 36 hours were completely turbulent. Fights and more fights. If early they both wanted the same thing, now there was no such a thing as it had been destroyed on the plane. And the fact that Drake have ruined the silent plan in the airplane, making the pilot leave his place to fight, made Lara blame on him. Now, they were there, in that beautiful and depressing desert island, forced to put up with each other to survive, but with anger, frustration and other things.
Lara's anger was so big that her will was to divide the island in the middle (or at least the part of the beach). "Are you seeing this line that I made with this branch? This is my side of the island and that is your side of the island. You are forbidden to step on this side, therefore keep your eyes out of that banana tree" that was what she thought in saying in the most British way when Nathan (after apologized and thought that everything was ok) said to her to not be embarrassed of his underwear because it wasn't one of the best and that sometimes he would go fishing only wearing a underwear as if he was a mix of Greek god and Indiana Jones. But Lara gave up on that impulsivity because she thought it would be something very childish. "But Nathan is childish sometimes, isn't it? Oh, wait… I have seen this in a movie".
Even so, she didn't give up on having her imaginary own side of the island. The only thing stupid would be a line on the beach as if it was some sort of Treaty of Tordesillas. In some cases, she isolated herself on a part of the beach, in a distance of 30 meters of Drake.
In the period of silence (which happened after: 1- Nate and Lara had cursed everyone and everything and put the blame on each other; 2- Nate and Lara had stopped the fight for a while to make a big bonfire on the highest place and no sign of human life appearing to rescue them; 3 – after they managed to pick some fruits, enough to be their dinner; 4- had established the supposed bed of theirs, the strategy of life in the island, the strategy of creating a raft to escape and after they haven't any more to talk) the only thing they could talk was anything else about their own lives, just to kill some time. But how they would make such a thing if Lara was still angry with everything? So Lara sitted on a big piece of branch of a tree that was fallen on the beach, with her arms resting on top of her knees, thinking about Winston, her butler, and all the perks of living in a mansion. It was dark and she couldn't barely see the waves. Meanwhile Nathan was laying in a clumsy way on the sand, holding a stick with a banana stuck in the tip and rotating it slowly in the fire, which they made another on the sand.
"You know that the dinner time in group is the best time to create bond and trust, right? Did you father never tell you this?" (And now Lara remembered of her father). "Besides, you didn't give a chance for my roasted banana". Nathan approached the banana to him and continued talking in a sleepy and innocent way: "We could call this banana barbecue, right? Or… as you are rich, you could pretend in a minute that this is banana 'flambadé' – he tried to imitate a French accent – I know that you already ate them raw… But the fancy things has to be imagined now".
Lara didn't answer but she felt a little cold and decided to sit around the bonfire minutes later. Then Nate burst in words after he realized Lara was looking to the bonfire as if she was the only person in the island.
- Look, miss, you can ignore, but know that I won't stop talking to you. I really need that.
- And why? – Lara asked discouraged.
- Because otherwise I'll start going crazy. Haven't you seen "Cast Away"? Tom Hanks didn't get crazy because he had Wilson. So…
- So I am you Wilson?! – Lara picked a handful of sand and threw in Nathan's direction, but most part of it fell on the bonfire – you are a completely ridiculous and selfish human being – Lara stood up and entered in some sort of tent made with banana leaves and bamboos, with an area of 1,90m long and 1,40m wide more or less.
Nathan kind tried to get up, but just hesitated for a moment and stayed there lying on the sad in another position.
- Oh, shit. Good choice of words, Nathan.
Being a man in a matter of communication is something completely terrible. Actually, it should be something taught in courses. Something like "How do express yourself properly" or "how to talk to women (they are not men!)". Anything more dynamic than make someone to have to read pages of a book of self-help, making the percentage of men who master this skill more than just 10%.
What Nathan meant, actually, was that he couldn't get to live with her and never talking to her, not because he would user her to not get crazy, but passing his time with her quiet all the time would be a completely waste of opportunity because one could learn so much with the other. But the fact of he remembered Wilson and the necessity of chatting as if it was a argument who doesn't need no explanations, let everything confused inside his brain full of testosterone. And he only knew she was angry because fortunately he can read well her facial expressions.
"Selfish and presumptuous" Lara thought inside her mediocre tent. "Not only he had the completely stupid idea of using the taser in that guy, he made the plane crash, he destroyed the artifact, he ruined everything… And now he keeps saying stupid things like 'oh, don't you wanna taste the roasted banana?' 'Haven't your father never tell you that?' 'I need you to be my Wilson'. Lara took the military knife that was once in her short, and she started to screw the knife in the sand. Unfortunately, she had lost her pistols in the sea, "I hope that you really get mad and step on a stonefish and then die, Drake".
And then Nathan appeared at the entrance of the tent, squatted and said:
- Hey, lady, I'm sorry for what I said and… - he looked at the knife in the sand – why did you put the knife stuck in the sand?
- Because what I wanted was to stuck this in your neck.
- Oh… Anyway, let me tell you something: I'm truly sorry for breaking that 4000 years old rounded and yellow Chinese thing into a million pieces before falling in the sea – Drake passed his fingers over his forehead – I'm sorry because your guns and because you are a castaway now. But let's think on the negative side…
Lara felt already tired just to think she would hear Nathan's bullshit. "Think on the negative side, here we go."
- What if that thing would make us die? What if it created an endless competition between both of us after we arrived in England? Thinking about the negative side is the most positive thing we had to think about it right now. And, well… be aware that I won't give up on having a pleasant relationship with you, because… Well, I don't know why exactly, but it's not because of the Wilson theory. I'm not using you or else. I just really want this kind of relationship if we are going to die here, ok? Or in the raft at sea. We are in this island for a while. And I thought we would have a rescue team for us in the second day, I don't know. But what I want to say is – he looked away quickly to the sand and looked back to Lara – honestly, if I could back in time and undo the destruction of the artifact, I would really do that for you. I know I said the example of "thinking on the negative side", but still… I'm really sorry for my irresponsible and reckless act. Just forgive me, please.
Nathan walked away without waiting for Lara's response. He looked at the lifeboat who dragged them to the island and now it was all torn and they were using it as a bed. They made a half-tent to be the ceiling of the lifeboat, although Lara insisted on making a particular tent, which was where she was now, just for a moment of privacy. "She might not forgive me, but I won't stop talking to her the same way she is doing". Suddenly, neither Nathan knew why he was thinking that. Part of him wanted that everything was ok and part of him wanted to seduce her, but part of him wanted to tease her for being so stubborn. But Nathan always found it funny the challenge to make a woman angry back to its normal through pampering. And he would make things to redeem himself for the incident of the airplane. To Nathan, the path of pampering was the fastest path to make everything ok. But how he would pamper a woman who has no relationship with him? If she at least was his girlfriend, he would pick that white flower he found in the morning (and it frustratingly didn't have any smell) which stays a little further of the beach. But pamper a "strange" would have to be more subtle and with less amount of flattery like a flower. So, as a creative man he is, he thought : "I will go fishing with a spear for her tomorrow".
In another day, things were already better. Nathan, with his crazy creativity, tried to make a breakfast (that wasn't so different from previously breakfasts). The same old fruits… (coconut, banana, tangerine and mango).
- Thank you for your effort - Lara said as they sat around that bonfire beach. The time was about 7 a.m. And while eating, Lara said: - I miss Winston. I wonder if he's okay.
- Who is Winston? Is he your brother? - Drake asked.
- No, I'm an only child.
- Oh yeah? Well, the good thing of it is that I will not have angry brothers-in-law threatening me ... You know how it is - he laughed as he scratched his beard - But who is Winston?
- It is my butler - Lara said incredulously by Nate's show of confidence - He's old enough to be my grandfather. And you are well convinced to repeat all the time that I'll be yours, or something else.
- It is because I have a terrible sense of humor, and frankly I never found myself in this situation, of being shipwrecked on an island with a woman. So if I seem a little out of my mind, well, that would not surprise me. And what about your father and your mother?
Lara took the time to talk. Spent a lot of time believing that her mother was dead, another part just as missing. She ended up in Avalon through that portal, and who knows what happened during the time she managed to stay alive after that. And just before Lara try to stop Natla to wake up the Midgard Serpent, she was forced to shoot her mother's body (visibly dead) with Eitr substance, which caused the body to gain a kind of "life." And about her father, for a long time she considered him a missing person, even not having suffered the same airplane accident that Lara suffered with the mother. She decided to sum up by saying:
- They died in a plane crash.
- I'm sorry for that. But it is any consolation, I didn't have an easy childhood – now Nathan was trying to draw the flag of the United States in the sand with a stick – I basically had an orphan's life. It didn't took so long to have a life of a… - he hesitated and looked at Lara and back to the drawing – nevermind.
- So you're not an archaeologist?
- Me? – he laughed – I never went to college, if it's what you want to know. I just had a good mentor. But why do you ask? Are you…?
- Yes, and my father was. Lord Richard Croft.
- Oh, wait a minute. Lord Richard Croft?! – he made a surprised face.
- Yes, he!
- Nah… - he grimaced slightly – never heard of him – and then he waited Lara get nervous.
Lara didn't say anything. She just gave a forced grin.
- You must have a pretty house, for having a butler and a father with a title of Lord. You must have had a better life than mine – and finished the sentence with a sad tone.
- Winston, mostly, was my only company. Especially when my parents… - Lara almost said "disappeared", but she hesitated.
Suddenly Nathan felt like in the movie "Lady and the Tramp".
- Sorry for that… But, so… tell me more about your butler.
- Hmm… he's old, but he is in shape. If I were you, I would be afraid of him. He can spend hours locked in the freezer.
- What? – he asked scared and confused – why would he locks himself in the freezer?
Lara just laughed.
It passed another day of more work and more boredom. Nathan was trying to relax with jokes on the wrong time. Sometimes the jokes were really funny, but sometimes Lara just wanted to be at home listening to Schubert and nothing more. Sometimes Drake made comments about Lara's accent. "I love when British people want to insult someone. It's like they are trying to use the most old-fashioned and antique English words just to insult. It's hilarious" he said to Lara when she tried to insult him about the constant nonsense he speaks. And then Lara decided to comment about the American accent. And suddenly she remembered of Larson, that blond redneck guy who appeared in her way in some parts of her life.
- He was very redneck and stupid. And worked with the worst people – she paused and then started to make a impression of Larson – "Miss Jacqueline Natla does! From Natla Technologies… You know, creator of all things bright and beautiful". That is how he spoke.
- I'm sorry, can you repeat it? – Nathan asked while they were trying to hunt some crabs in the beach at night. Lara repeated the impression of Larson and Nathan burst out laughing – It's the best impression of an American accent by a English woman. What happened to him? Was he your boyfriend?
- No, he was my "enemy", a little stone in my shoe. Always working with bad people. I had to kill him unfortunately – and then Lara made a sad face. Killing always let Lara down, disturbed a little.
- Why? His accent annoyed you?
- No… - and then she laughed.
- You can say it was that. If you called him to drink some sherry, he would start to tell those storied about shooting alligators in the river, with his worst accent. English people don't want to make barbecue under the sound of Willie Nelson during the tea time, right?
- In this way, you are throwing a prejudice over me. I'm not like that.
- Really? – Nathan straightened his back with some back exercises – just imagine him at your home.
- He would want to rob my house!
- Nah, nah… I'm talking about the barbecue with Willie Nelson's songs.
Lara was silent for a moment and then she said:
- You're right – then she laughed – I wouldn't want a barbecue with Willie Nelson's songs in my mansion.
"Ah… mansion…" Nathan thought quickly, a little amazed to hear that word.
- EE-HA – Nathan yelled when he stuck the spear in a crab – Tonight we will have a different dinner.
That raft they started to create was far from ready to go. And Drake's idea was that they visit the center of the island, into the woods, because they were limiting themselves to the beachfront. Lara agreed although she was not that excited to that.
He listened to Lara talk about the craziest stories such as: a thing called "Scion" and their gods of "Atlantis", one dagger of Xian, one Dr. Willard that wanted to possess space rocks that makes mutation on people… Von Croy, the archaeologist mentor that she had good moments and a lot of disagreements. And quarrels.
- You have a lot of interesting and politically correct stories, really – he said while he was using a knife to cut the big leaves on his path in the inner part of the island – but I have something interesting to say too. – Before he could say things about El Dorado, he decided to say something more "fancy", then – Sir Francis Drake is my ancestor.
- Wait a minute, Sir Francis Drake? The famous Francis Drake? – she tried to use her best expression of surprise.
- Yeah, this one, sweetie.
- Sorry. Never heard of him.
And then, Lara got her revenge on Drake. Although she made a false enthusiasm, Lara knew more or less who was Francis Drake.
- What do you mean you don't know Francis Drake? The Drake Passage… Doesn't it ring a bell? Never liked stories of great voyagers?
- Sorry.
- Drake Passage, the one between South American and Antarctica, super dangerous… Well, anyway, he was English and a sir. I think your butler would like to hear this and invite me for a tea in your home… Well, I would prefer beer, but I accept an Earl Grey in English lands.
- You can call Winston for a date if you want. I would mind, I would think it's easier – Lara said without stopping her walking.
- Ah, very funny. You understood what I meant. Your butler is the only one who I could convince you to see the nobility in me, as this island doesn't help at all. I just want to get off of this island before my beard grow 10cm. You know… - he paused – I don't want to look like a beggar. Or a truly castaway.
- How vain
- But don't worry with me, sweetheart. I will like you even with your hair up and hairy legs.
Lara stopped her walk and stood looking at him. He tried to hold back his laughter, but he failed.
- Sorry, honey – he said serious – I thought it was a compliment.
Lara broke a branch of a plant close to her with a knife and then began to beat him. He, of course, started to protect his head as a survival instinct. "Hey, hey, hey… I'm sorry" he said while he was trying to defend himself. And Lara, frustrated, just hit him with a branch because she didn't want to be completely violent with that human being. She knew she could enter in a fight with him and give some beautiful punches in his belly, or in that square face of him.
- You are unbearable – she said.
- Ok, I'm sorry, but don't hit me with that again, please.
- I'd prefer you talking only when you have the right to talk.
- Wait, when did this become the "Lord of the Flies"? I don't want to be Jack.
Lara frowned because she was not familiar with "Lord of the Flies".
- Never read "Lord of the Flies"? Anyway, it's a story of some boys who have their plane crashed and they become castaways in a island, and the main character tries to keep the democracy in the island – Drake stopped for a moment to rest his back on a tree, and then Lara did the same – And during their assemblies, the one who have the seashell is the one who can speak… Anyway, I won't give you much spoilers because there are people who don't like to hear spoilers.
- And… did they manage to escape the island?
- Yes. Well, that reminded me something I would say to you few days ago but I forgot. I wanted to tell you that most of castaways stories have a happy ending. So I promise you that we will manage to get out of here. Let's be Robinson Crusoé and Friday, ok?
- I hope not. Robinson Crusoe stayed lazily on a island for 28 years! He just escape because a ship of pirates appeared and he stole the ship. He was the laziest castaway ever. And Friday was a Indian that he adopted as a son.
- Oh… - Nathan felt slightly embarrassed and unresponsive – I didn't read this book, you know?
- I noticed.
- As our island have no trace of the "Mysterious Island" by Jules Verner, we could escape as Tom Hanks in the "Cast Away" movie, or be rescued as in the "Lord of the Flies". Relax, sweetheart. It will end well – he smiled.
Nathan thought about comparing Chloe with Lara, but he thought better and chose not. Women hate to be compared to another woman. And when they do that, it always felt like he was in a tightrope, ready to fall.
The rain began to fall and Drake tried to make a improvised umbrella, made with big leaves and stuck in a piece of wood. To Lara's surprise, Nathan gave that miserable umbrella to her, claiming that he didn't want her to have a cold. Lara accepted, a little uncomfortable. But it didn't take long to them find a cavern and got in.
If there was something that let Lara a little confused it is the duality of being a independent woman and have a little wish to have someone. Things completely different. For being rich, she always had trust issues with people, specially men. And she passed so much time learning to be strong and independent, that it was like she created a disinterest in date someone. Using the sexuality never was a problem to Lara, but open herself emotionally always was. Definitely, the fear of disappointment spoke louder. As a result, she created a invisible wall around her.
Lara remembered the moment she saw Nathan for the first time, still in Vietnamese ground. They both were in that little and cheap restaurant for a meeting with an common acquaintance. To Lara, she felt the weight of world heroism on her back even though she didn't know the full content of the meeting. To Nate, another opportunity of make money that would involve a lot of headache that would test his honesty: the anti-hero.
But during the time they use to talk in the restaurant, Lara felt a little bit of attraction towards Nate. She made some mental judgments as "his mouth could be prettier", "his nose could be slimmer", but even so she felt some physical magnetism and nothing more than that. Yes, he was handsome, but nothing that would rob Lara's attention on "resolving what she had to resolve and go back to her giant house".
On the other hand, Nate felt completely attracted by her beauty, her accent, her voice, etc. He wondered if she could be his new affair at work. "She's out of my league" he thought. But even without knowing that she was an archaeologist, he could notice that she was politically correct.
But only at that time, in that situation, in that cave, waiting for the rain to pass, holding a miserable attempt of umbrella that Lara looked at Nate with other eyes. It was like she was seeing some things in common that could be use to have a justification to have something with him.
- I will try to get some water for us – he said a little before when he picked two half pieces of a coconut and put them in the ground, on the outside of the cave.
He came back with his shirt (that was once white and now was dirty, stained of brown and grey) wet. Lara noticed she could see a little bit of his abs through his wet shirt, but she prefer to look at his neck and face. But when she looked at the "umbrella" again, she thought on the possibility of thinking about Nate in a emotional way. "It was just politeness. I need to think that way… But what about he constantly hitting on me? What is that mean? And what do I think about the affectionate nicknames? Sex, of course… He just want to have sex. And, by the way, there would not have reasons to believe at him again when I get out of this island (if we leave)". Lara thought, and preferred to think that way because the realism leaned to pessimism was always the easy way.
But for a moment, she fantasized something crazy. She imagined herself visiting Egypt with Nathan, being as a duo at work. And then in a hotel, Nathan would go off the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist and he would have another towel hanging on his shoulder or around his neck. And while Lara would be distracted, Nate would hug her from behind and kiss her nape while he would be saying some lame joke as always. "Ok, that was the weirdest thing I've ever imagined about Nate since I stepped a foot on this island." Lara thought.
When Nate started to tell a story about rain in his childhood, Lara didn't pay attention to almost everything. She just kept looking at his eyes, kind of trying to seek beauty in him, kind of trying to discover if it would worth to break her walls to him.
It was getting dark and the rain didn't stop, but it was a light rain at that moment.
- Oh, crap… Castaway's life sucks, my God. I just want the mattress of my house now – Nathan said with his eyes closed, almost whining. Then he took a little stone that was nearby of where he was then he started to make some drawings, scraping the moss on the cave "wall".
- What are you doing? Are you writing something? – Lara asked while she was trying to see that scene without moving out of her spot.
- No… I'm just trying to draw that guy from Mad magazine. Well, if I can't, I will try to draw myself anyway… - And while he was trying to focus on what he was doing, a leak on the ceiling of the cave started to fall on Nate's face. He closed his eyes quickly and said: - Oh, crap! I can't catch a break at this place.
He backed up from that place and tried to be closest to end of the cave, that wasn't that big.
- I think the cave said "no" to your drawing – Lara chuckled.
- Very funny. I think caves don't appreciate the modern. Maybe I should draw a bison.
- Or yourself, as you said.
- Oh, it's true – Nate fumbled the inner part of the cave next to him and he decided to make another drawing, but of himself. He made a circle and add 5 lines on top of it. He made a rectangle. Then he did some sorta a pants and members. He tried to create the eyes, but he only could do 3 lines inside the circle. When he stopped to analyze that, he grimaced and said: - what the hell; it looks like a drawing of a 5 years old kid.
- Then it's right.
- Very funny – than he mad a false smirk – Because of what you said, I'm gonna draw you too. – Nate made a circle, two rectangles, the members and 4 lines that went from the head to the feet.
- My hair is not that big! – Lara protested.
- It's always normal to exaggerate while drawing on caves, honey.
- Your drawing of you looks like a clown.
- Whoa, whoa, don't even say that!
- Why not?
- I hate clowns. They are… scary – and then he wrote "Butler torturer" with a small writing next to Lara's drawing.
- Hey, excuse me! – Lara was surprised – Butler torturer?
- Ah… it was just a joke.
- I hope you dream with clowns invading this island tonight.
- Hey, that's very mean – he said a little scared only by thinking in having nightmares with clowns. He scratched the words he wrote with the stone. – Better now?
- Yes – she smiled.
Nate's face was dirty, and Lara's hair had more frizz than she have ever had in her life. They both stayed a little quite for a moment, having no things to talk, just changing facial expressions such as little smiles at each other. The big truth is that Nate had learned so much in so little time. Lara was a sensational woman and knowing her made he have a conscience of unimaginable things. (That famous phrase "when I thought I've already seen everything…"). But what caught most of his attention was to see the many skills of Lara, one after another, even before they become castaways. They way Lara fights, the way Lara shoots, they way Lara scale something… "It seems this woman knows everything" he thought after he saw Lara scaling an abandoned construction in Vietnam. Before the airplane crash, Nate kinda had composure with Lara, for respecting her and for not knowing her entirely. But the shorts she used made him crazy and admiring her legs more than he would imagined.
Nate then decided to talk about how lucky they were for not having pirates on that island, or some crazy cannibal tribe. And talking about pirates, he started to tell a story to Lara. The night filled the sky and the only thing that produced light was the torch that Nate carried inside his backpack. He approached Lara, sitting closely to her, because he didn't want to have a bad sight of where he was sitting before.
Time passed flying and their talk was getting nostalgic. Nate told about his childhood and Lara talked about the truth about her mother. She apologized for lying to him previously, he accepted her apology, and then she rested her head on his shoulder.
They had to pass the night inside that cave. Now that they left the cave in the morning, Nate and Lara were talking about fencing. And as she wanted to prove him she knows fencing very well, she challenged him to a fight with branches. "She will beat the shit out of me" he thought while he managed to get a piece of branch for that "fight"; and he was already regretting that.
- You know that I don't beat women, right? – he said in an attempt to make her change her mind –Hey, I think I'm gonna climb that tree right there…
- Yes, I know. But you are not going anywhere.
- By any chance, do you do underwater weaving? Do you play lute on a tightrope? Because I can't imagine something that you can't do, honestly.
They both prepared their branched and the fight started. In 5 movements, Lara positioned the branch between his neck and his shoulder.
- Ok, I was distracted. It's the lack of coffee, you know? – he said.
Once again, she attacked him. He managed to defend that movement but he ended up getting a hit on his ass.
- Oh, you're nasty!
Lara attacked him again. And by her surprise, he managed to hit her right on her legs, making she saying "ouch".
- Oh, I got it now! – he said cheerfully, almost doing lateral jumps.
- Beginner's luck.
Lara had 7 hits defend by him, but she managed to position her branch purposely in between his legs, almost touch his crotch.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa… I don't think this is on the rules.
- You're right – and then Lara pulled her branch to the initial position and then quickly struck a light hit on the lateral of his belly, making he saying "ouch".
- I think it's good for today, right? Considering that my ass is bleeding, my neck is bleeding, my balls are fallen already in a hypothetically way… And the side of my belly is bleeding too, it can be a ugly death with no dignity at all – he laughed.
- You know what it's funny? I'm completely "rusty". It have been ages that I don't do this.
- Besides killing someone hypothetically, she still have time to snub me – he shook his head as if he was saying "no".
During the walk, they heard sounds of waterfall and started to seek for it. When they found it, Nate moaned of happiness. He picked the two pieces of coconut that he kept in his backpack.
- Do you want some water, sweetheart? – he asked while he was retrieving some water.
- Yes, please.
Lara and Nate drank that water and now they were staring the waterfall.
- I really need to take a bath here – Nathan said.
He let the backpack next to Lara. He took off his shirt and jumped into the water.
- Marco!
Lara said nothing. She was just seeing that scene.
- You have to say Polo!
- Why?
- It's a child's play. You say Polo and then I try to find you…
Lara rolled her eyes. Then Nate conclude that Marco Polo wasn't the favorite play among women.
- Marco! Ah, come on! Marco!
- Polo – Lara said with her arms crossed.
Nathan closed his eyes, pretending not to know where she was.
- It gets hard to find you when you get out of the pool, sweetheart – he laughed.
Lara preferred not to give too much attention to Nate while he was bathing himself. When he took baths in the sea, he always complained of some shells, of having stepped on something, of for having his skin salty… But now in that waterfall, he seemed a beggar who runs for a public fountain and quickly starts to take a bathing.
She picked the backpack and put on top of a rock and then decided to walk around the waterfall, approaching a little to where the water falls. She heard Nate complimenting something about the waterfall, but she didn't give attention. She just sitted on the edge and held some water in her hands to clean her face.
- This water is freezing! I don't know how you are still there.
Lara then started to find Nate only with her eyes, but she couldn't find him. She looked around worried and called him sometimes. Suddenly, he appeared on the surface saying "fish out of water!" and pulled her into the water. She drowned a little but came back to the surface a little breathless for the scare, for the thermal shock she had. All of her hair was on her eyes, nose, mouth... and she tried to be patience.
- The water is not that cold, right? You couldn't miss this water.
And then she looked at him seriously and put her both hands on his head and tried to drown him. She complained that the water was really cold while he was underwater. When he came back to surface, he just laughed. He pressed his eyes with his fingers to take out the water and apologized for pulling Lara. She was approaching the rock next to her, which was like an edge of the waterfall.
Lara quickly plunged just to straighten her hair, and it really got a better look after that. They had nothing to chat at that time and a certain attraction atmosphere happened.
Nathan looked to Lara and admired her beauty. She has beautiful eyes, very unique; because the way Lara looks, it always had an aura of words unspoken around. It was like she had a bunch of thoughts that made he trying to guess what she was thinking at the moment, however it was just a feeling. He let loose a smile while he was getting close to her:
- Once you told me that you jumped from a waterfall bigger than this one, I don't know why you are complaining about this one – and now Nate was about 20cm away from her.
- Yes, I jumped – she started to smile. The more she smiles, more Nathan smiles too. – Nobody pushed me, got it?
- I'm sorry, miss.
He approached and touched her lips with his lips. Quickly, he put his hand on the side of her face. Before Lara could approach his body, he pushed her slowly to touch the rock behind her. And only after that, Lara felt Nate's body touch her belly and his hands were holding her waist even in underwater.
Her arms were in his shoulders, in a clumsy way, as a result of an unexpected kiss. And then Nate interrupted his kiss for a instance, but his face was very close to her. Although she kissed him back , he wanted to be sure she really wanted to do that. But Lara didn't want to waste her time analyzing that so she pulled him close to kiss him again.
They kept kissing, but now the kiss was intense and hectic. Lara slid her right hand to his neck, scratching it a little. Nathan found it funny to caress a woman with slow movements in underwater. He raised her shirt with a little help from the water and caressed the curve of her waist with 3 fingertips, making Lara getting chills. And with his hand at her waist, he was in doubt, not knowing where he would put his hands afterwards, on her chest or on her butt. He thought well and preferred not to rush and make her frightened with anything, for instance, a needy castaway man.
They interrupted the kiss for a while to breath, to rest their mouths. And before the silence could linger, Nathan said:
- I would be lying if I tell you I didn't want to do this for a long time.
- Really?
- Yes, it's true – he slowly touched his forehead on hers. – It was just getting hard to hide this.
- I was curious for you too. I think it was the result of seeing you fishing with a spear that other day, with a shirt wrapped on your head; it was ridiculous – and she laughed with him.
- This look is part of the Castaways Fashion Week, don't you know that?
Nate held Lara's face with his both hands and gave her a French kiss. Lara felt the softness of his tongue and the softness beard that was short yet and it messed with her libido, causing her to have a unique feeling inside her belly. Lara knew that soon she would be more aroused than him. Or at least that was her thought. She decided to not be in there anymore, with half of the body in, half of the body out of the water and decided to get a excuse to get off of the water.
- Aren't you hungry? – she asked.
- Ah… yeah. Why? Do you want to eat now?
- Yes, I do.
Nathan felt a discouragement to get away from her, but it didn't take long for they both be apart and to climb the rocks. When Nathan was approaching his backpack that Lara left on top of a rock, she pulled him by his the arm. And before he could say something, they were kissing again. He found it funny for some reason. Maybe it was because he would never imagine Lady Lara Croft do such a thing. And now they were outside of the water, he could feel more comfortable. He reached both hands on her butt and squeezed it. He had the stupid idea of carrying her while holding her butt until they would reach a wall. In few seconds, his sense of location was back and he realized that there wasn't now wall around there. "Oh, crap" he thought. He would have to lay down with the lady on that ground or they could reach the cave with those drawing in the moss. Or they could walk all the way around to the beach and do whatever they wanted to do on their bed/boat. Nathan opened his eyes quickly while he was kissing her just to see the ground. "Laying down here is the same thing as to invite ants to participate of everything or to have a grass allergy" he thought.
- Thinking about it – he said in a clumsy way, trying not to stop kissing her – I do want to have a breakfast, but only at the beach. What do you think?
- I think it's a great idea.
And for a while, it was like all that was the answer of something simple: living together, companionship. Sometimes, a little bit of companionship could change the relationship of two people. In the case of Lara and Nate, they just need a little time to talk about themselves and found out how much chemistry they had.
Although Nate normally has comical thoughts more than Lara, in this time, she surrendered to her mental jokes. "It's not enough to be completely destroyed, poorly dressed, with my hair all tangled, with my clothes dirty and stained, to have walked in the forest again, to have lit up a bonfire again, to have ate the same meals in this island. The moment of naughtiness would be on a shattered boat with a ceiling made of leaves, is it not true?" she thought while she was trying not to chuckle of her own thought.
When Nate and Lara were lying down on their "bed", only the ceiling made of leaves created a pleasant sensation of not being blinded by the sunlight while they were making out. In few time, Nathan was holding her breast. From that moment, he realized that it wouldn't have no way to hold his arouse. He felt his sexual organ getting harder.
They were thinking about if they would have sex without protection in that island, so they just kept holding each other, talking about many things, doing affectionate things this like: pushing a lock of hair to the side, sliding their fingers on their cheeks, sliding her finger on his beard, crossing their fingers, kissing he back of their hands…
When Nate heard a strange noise, he left their bed to ascertain the perimeter. He didn't find the source of the noise, but when he was getting back to their bed, he stopped his walk quickly to look at the horizon. There was a ship about 7km or more , away from the island. He started to move his arms in an attempt to make someone from that ship to like at him. He quickly called Lara to get out of the bed. It didn't take long to them become clumsy completely lost in what to do; trying to jump or trying to make the biggest bonfire ever.
Lara remembered the flare gun she had kept right after the plane crashed and that they haven't use the gun before because they saved the ammo to a special moment like this one. It was day, but Lara shot the flare anyway. They prayed to work it. And it worked! Because they were rescued that day.
THE END
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And, yes, the waterfall scene was inspired at that waterfall scene in the movie The Lion King, with Simba and Nala. LOL, right?
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