Disclaimer: Again, thanks goes to Jenn for beta-ing this next chapter, cheers babe! And sadly, none of these characters belong to me, I'm just borrowing them!

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Part Two

As Hilary sat back on the sofa, he rested his head along its back and turned to face Lara, who was in turn, doing the same. They held each others gaze for what seemed like several minutes, drinking in one another's features, before Hilary reached his hand to Lara's face and brushed away a strand of hair.

She smiled and looked down.

"God" thought Hilary. What was he doing? The wine was obviously affecting him more than he realised.

By the time he looked back to Lara he noticed her head was resting an awful lot closer to his than it was a few minutes ago! When he turned his head to face her they were practically nose-to-nose.

Hilary sighed deeply, what he was about to do went against everything his job stood for, but he didn't think he could hold himself back any longer. The way he was feeling right now, he couldn't not take the chance.

He extended his hand once again to Lara's face, and traced her smooth jaw line with his thumb. She looked at him with docile eyes, before resting her forehead against his for several seconds, closing her eyes, her lips gently brushed against his.

Hilary breathed in deeply, and cupped her chin, whilst his lips continued to caress Lara's. After several seconds they drew apart slightly, Lara still resting her head against Hilary's. Neither could believe this was actually happening, initially urged on by the large quantities of alcohol they had consumed, something else now appeared to be stirring. She smiled a heart breaking smile before Hilary once again leaned in to continue their kiss.

After a few minutes of this gentle exploration, Lara shifted herself up slightly, and positioned herself so that she had a leg either side of Hilary's, straddling him whilst now sitting on his lap. Their feverish kissing continued, neither wanting to break this contact they had. Lara felt Hilary's hands gliding down her back, before he slowly slid one underneath her silky negligee top, exploring her smooth skin. The sheer idea that Hilary's strong but gentle hands were gilding over her body turned Lara on even more and she let out a soft moan of pleasure.

That just about did it for Hilary, he couldn't take it any longer. In one swoop he stood up, picking Lara up with him so she now had her legs wrapped around his waist.

"Your room or mine" he breathed heavily in between kisses.

"Mine" Lara whispered in return, hurriedly un-tucking Hilary's shirt from his trousers before pushing his jacket over his broad shoulders.

They came out of the living room and crossed over the large hallway towards the vast staircase, Hilary still carrying Lara. Once they reached the bottom of the stairs Hilary's jacket was the first thing to go, hitting the floor as they made their way up to the first landing. About half way up they backed into a pillar at the side of the staircase in their frenzy, were Lara proceeded to slide down it taking Hilary with her until they were now lying on the stairs themselves. She gently wound her fingers around the buttons of his shirt and began to ease each one open in turn.

"Not here..." mumbled Hilary. It took him all of his strength to say that....god how he wanted to!

By now his shirt was wide open and Lara was slowly unbuckling his belt. Before she had the chance to finish it he scooped her up and began the rest of the ascent up the stairs. Just as they reached the top his belt clattered to the floor.

"Bloody hell" he laughed and looked into Lara's eyes.

She grinned back at him, running her fingers through his hair before drawing his face closer for an intense kiss.

They finally reached Lara's room, the door flying open and slamming against the wall as the pair stumbled through. Hilary quickly kicked it shut and backed Lara towards the foot of the bed.

She looked up at him with his hair all ruffled and shirt undone. Christ, was it possible for him to look even better in this dishevelled state than when in his usually immaculate uniform? The answer was a definite yes for Lara. She couldn't take her eyes off his toned chest, all those years of training with her had worked wonders on his body. She realised she needed to feel the strength of his body against hers, to feel his weight on her.

In between their frantic kisses Lara began to undo Hilary's trousers and slowly eased them down. He, in turn, slipped both of his strong hands under her negligee top and lifted it clean over her head in one quick movement.

"Blimey" Lara thought, "he really knows what he's doing". This excited her even more, the thought of her kind and gentle butler, friend even, being so skilled in this particular act.

Hilary backed Lara once again towards the foot of the bed, covering her in kisses down her neck until she was lying down against the soft linen sheets. In the same effortless way in which he removed her top, he eased her silky pants down over her hips, where they were quickly discarded onto the floor. He then proceeded to work his way up her body, kissing her every so often across her belly, up to her chest, and then nibbling gently around her neck when Lara wrapped her legs around his hips once more.

She knew this would get him going even more, it had never failed before with her past lovers. He ran a hand down her smooth thigh, trailed it up her side, sending shivers all over her body, and then along her arm, wrapping it around her wrist and holding her arm above her head as they kissed furiously. Lara gasped as he entered her, slowly at first, until they found a rhythm with one another. In her ecstasy she bit Hilary's shoulder trying to drown out the cries of excitement that welled up inside her.

"God...sorry..." she managed to gasp before she was silenced by an intense kiss.

After a while Lara decided it was her turn to show Hilary just what she could really do, and gathering some strength, rolled them over so that she was now astride of him, her thighs gripping him either side of his waist. She threaded her fingers through his and pinned his arms down either side of his body, this was clearly having the desired effect as he quickened his pace to meet her, a low growl emulating from his throat.

They later collapsed, exhausted, onto the bed, still entwined with one another as they eventually drifted off to sleep.

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The following morning Hilary was the first to wake. He lay on his back staring at the ceiling for several minutes, still taking in the course of the nights events whilst his head throbbed from the amounts of alcohol consumed the night before. He turned his head slowly towards Lara, watching her breathing softly, still in the depths of sleep. Closing his eyes briefly, Hilary let out a quiet sigh and slipped out of the bed. Collecting his trousers and shirt from various spots around the floor of the room he headed to the door, stopping only once to turn around and take a final look at the sleeping girl he had bedded the previous evening.

He closed the door quietly behind him and made his way across the landing. On his descent of the stairs he encountered his belt and jacket strewn randomly about half way down. He quickly collected them and ran down the remainder of the stairs and headed towards his own quarters.

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Lara awoke not long after and immediately guessed that Hilary was no longer in her bed before she had turned around. When she did roll over, she extended her arm out over the side of the bed where he lay next to her not but a few hours earlier. Lara sat up and held her knees close to her chest, wrapping the linen sheet around her protectively. Looking down she saw bruising around her left wrist. It had been were Hilary was gripping her tightly the night before, they had both been a little carried away, and she thought back to the bite mark she must have left on his neck.

Lara surveyed the room. She had no idea where to go from here, neither it seemed, did Hilary, due to his silent and hasty departure during the early hours. The more she thought about it, the more confused Lara felt...he had just left her, without saying a word. What on earth, she thought, developing a slightly sick feeling in the pit of her stomach, was that about?

[If anyone wants me to continue this fic then I will! Otherwise, I want to see how it works so far!]