I made this because this fandom lacks smut. There's lots of fluff and angst and neat AUs but not nearly enough happy, stable boning. Takes place pre-Yamatai.

This was supposed to be for femmeslash February, so happy belated!

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I hate it when Lara exercises at the gym, because she uses the showers there before she comes home. Don't get me wrong. I love the fresh clean smell of her shampoo. I just like it better when she does yoga at home or my favourite is when she comes back from a jog.

I always greet her with a hug.

"Sam, I'm all damp and stink like armpit" She says.

She still wraps her arms around me. I bend my knees so that I can nuzzle her neck. My hands creep up her stomach, pushing away her top as they go.

"Sam, I need to have a shower."

"I can clean you up."

And she looks at me like that's the worst pick up line she's ever heard.

"Aren't you supposed to say something about getting dirty instead?"

My hands are on her breasts.

I whisper to her, "Not if I intend to tongue bathe your whole body."

She shudders against me. I take it as the 'go ahead' and tug her tanktop and sports bra over her head in one go. The undersides of her breasts are damp with sweat. I push the mounds up against her collar so I can get a good angle to lick them.

"Hm. This would be better if we were horizontal."

I push her down on the couch. Her shoes are still on and I don't bother with the laces as I tug them off, followed by her socks. From there I topple onto her and return to the task of painting her tits with my tongue.

"Sam." She's laughing breathlessly.

Between licks I say, "Did you know that sweat is a human pheromone. It's just biology, Lara."

"Of course you'd pay attention to the sex facts in biology."

"I learned that from a magazine, actually."

Lara opens her mouth to retort, but I bite her nipple and it's replaced by a groan.

"Must. Be true. Then." She grinds out.

I'm suckling at her nipples. Pebbling coral flesh and massaging the globes around them. I point her tits in different directions and make 'pyew pyew' noises before moving up to her collar bone. Lara covers her face with an arm, but I can feel her laughing.

"Saaaam."

"What? Your boobs are deadly weapons."

She laughs and I move her arm to kiss her. She tangles her fingers in my hair. She tugs tightly, like she's trying to leave a mark.

She always gets this well of sweat between her neck tendons.I lap at it and enjoy the little strangled noises Lara makes.

She's humping my stomach. I'd say dry humping, but I doubt that her shorts are dry.

"Please." She whimpers.

I relent and shimmy down her body dropping hot kisses down her torso as I do. I make a detour and lift her left arm up.

"Sam." She says.

I wink at her and lave my tongue over the soft skin of her underarms. It tastes salty and faintly of deodorant. She uses the baby powder scented stuff.

She writhes underneath me in a futile attempt for friction where she needs it. I pin her with my hips and continue to lick and lap before switching arms.

"Saaaaaaam." She keens.

"Alright, hold your horses." I grab her shorts and drag them down her legs and toss them in the general direction of the hamper. I leave her panties on and bury my nose in the wet spot. Lara's got her arm over her face again. She gets all weirdly embarrassed when I acknowledge the scent of her genitals. It's not a big deal. She smells nice.

I stick my tongue out against the already wet spot. I can feel her clit rolling against the fabric. My saliva is going to make her panties sticky. I debate for a moment before deciding to take them off. She looks like she's going to scream in frustration. I flatten my tongue and press it against her mound. Lara sighs in relief. I gather her moisture in my mouth. I flick my tongue against her clit.

"Suck it." She says.

I look up and find her dark, lidded eyes fixed on me. I whimper and comply. She takes a fistful of hair before smoothing it back down and scratching my scalp. I want to marry her.

I repress the urge to propose by shoving two fingers inside her all the way to the third knuckle. She groans and shifts her hips closer to my mouth. I hum and it makes her choke. She's so vocal during sex. You wouldn't get that from looking at her.

I remove my lips with a pop and blow on the wet flesh. I look up at her and smile. My fingers and mouth trade spots. Getting my tongue inside her is difficult with how tight she is right now. My index finger skitters across her clit. Her hand tightens in my hair. She growls and thrashes. She's coming. I'm pushing my tongue against the tide of her muscles. She gushes all over my tongue and mouth. I remove my fingers from her and use both hands to hold her hips down.

I keep fucking her through her orgasm and into a smaller, shakier second one. Finally, I come up for air. I shoot her a toothy smile and wipe my mouth on my wrist. She grabs said wrist and brings the fingers up to her mouth. They're still wet and sticky as she sucks them.

"Still want that shower?" I ask.

She's panting and her hair is everywhere. She laughs and twines our fingers together.

"How about a bath instead?"