Well, here's the last part of this chapter and then there'll be only one chapter left ! I'll divide it in two parts as well, I hope you'll like the last adventure of our protagonists (even if it's not exactly the end ;D)

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Part 2

Lara woke up feeling pretty upset. This dumbass clown had tried to kill her three times during the night. The first time, she had to dodge a flying card aimed at her neck. The second time, he tried to play it sneaky by sliding his hand on her waist and tried to slice her side with another card, to which she answered by burning the side of his arms with her fingertips. It made him laugh. He finally relented when his final attack was met with Lara biting his hand hard enough to draw blood. They both did all of this with their eyes closed, trying to rest at the same time.

All of this didn't stop them from waking up entangled together, Lara clutching the jester's back and Hisoka holding her head close to his chest, feeling her breath against his skin. She had somehow swung a leg across Hisoka's side while the man's hand was resting on the crook of her lower back.

Lara laid there a bit more, not ready to leave his strong embrace. She didn't have the deep rest she would've wanted, but it wasn't like she expected to sleep peacefully with Hisoka at her side. The pain in her leg was gone, she had noticed it already when she fell asleep. The power they both used must've been enough to heal her faster, which meant they could go find out about the High Priestess right now.

Hisoka stirred a bit and Lara raised her head to look at his sleepy face, his hair now all messed up from the pillow and the makeup gone from his face. He opened his eyes slowly and peered down at the small girl that was now all curled up in his arms.

« Can't get enough of me, can you ? » he rasped, his voice even deeper in the morning.

Is it possible to be attracted to a voice ? Thought Lara, almost blushing from the vibrations it sent in her body.

« Actually, you were the one who pulled me close during your sleep, so it seems you're the one who can't let me go, » she said with a sly smile.

I doubt that, sweetheart, » he replied with a devious look.

Lara shook her head, but didn't move and neither did Hisoka. They stayed here for a while, gazing lazily at each other's features, feeling a bit out of the world as the sun was warming their skin through the broken glass.

Wait, the broken glass ?

Lara finally looked around her and witnessed the broken furniture, the picture holding on for dear life on the yellow wall and the crack that was alarmingly deep across the ceiling.

« Oh, » was all she said, already dreading the extra charges the hotel would be asking when they left.

« You made quite a mess, » purred Hisoka, trailing his hand up and down her back, which sent shivers all over her skin.

« Me ? Please, you were barely in control of yourself… » she teased confidently, but Hisoka noticed the blush creeping up her cheeks.

Hisoka knew she had felt so good because of him, even if she would never admit it, she would never forget what he did to her. Every time Lara would look at him, she'd remember this night, every time a man would try to win her over, she would remember how he made fer feel.

Hisoka was exhilarated by the thought.

In a heartbeat, the clown moved on top of her, towering over her shape like he did a few hours ago. Lara felt nervous again, but she couldn't deny the excitement that also started to build up in her lower stomach. If he wanted her again, she would gladly give in once more.

He lowered himself until their lips were connected, slow and yearning. Lara felt the butterflies return to her abdomen and her legs started wriggling with need. Hisoka smiled into her lips before breaking the kiss.

« Insatiable, are we ? » he purred, almost lying on top of her so that she could feel his length hardening again.

Lara bit her lips, « Depends if you plan to kill me afterwards again, » she pouted, feigning irritation to hide her own eagerness.

Hisoka chuckled, « It's not murder if you keep deflecting my attacks. »

« You're absolutely insane. »

« And you're even crazier for staying with me, don't you think ? »

Lara humphed. Indeed, she had to be nuts to stay in bed with this psycho. She was about to let herself fall into Hisoka's mischevious plans when her eyes caught a glimpse of something shining in the corner. Her tarot cards were hanging from her jacket, caught in the sunlight.

The High Priestess.

The sight brought her back to what she was actually doing on this Island. Shit, it was the second time now that Hisoka had distracted her from her goal. Plus, Gon and Kirua had to be closer to winning the game by now. She had no time to waste.

With a quick twist that surprised Hisoka, she managed to find herself on top of him, naked and glorious in the sunlight. She didn't fail to notice the clown appreciative smile once the surprise was gone, and to be honest, it felt good to see him look at her this way.

Lara felt his excitement brush against her back, and she stroked it with her hand, torturing him slowly. Hisoka let out a loud moan at her touch, his neck arching in pleasure.

Maybe he could make her feel things, but she knew his sensitive spot. Before he could actually take things further — and if he did Lara wasn't sure she would even continue her quest ever again — she jumped off the bed, bolting towards the bathroom before Hisoka had a chance to catch her.

She locked the door — simple precaution — and told him from the relative safety of the shower, « If you still want to go investigate the High Priestess with me, get ready to leave soon. »

Hisoka looked at the closed door, bewildered, hearing the sound of the shower being turned on. He let his head fall back down with a chuckle and raked a hand through his hair in defeat.

You're not going to get away with this, Lara, it's a promise.

Even if she was in the other room, Lara felt Hisoka's unholy thoughts radiating through the door. She didn't know if she had to be thrilled from the feeling or if she had to run for her life.

Oh well, I guess we'll see.