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Chapter 4

Lara's grandfather, who, at the time, had had more money than sense, had built the folly. At the southernmost boundary of the Croft estate, he had supposedly built it so that he could paint and write in peace during the summer. Lara's grandmother had been outraged to discover that many of the subjects of his paintings had been naked village girls, and her husband's insistence that the paintings were "all in the best possible taste" had fallen on deaf ears.

As a result, she had banned him from the folly, and the place had been abandoned until Lara's father had spruced it up twenty years later and used it as a place of solitude, when his business had become too demanding. Lara rarely visited the folly, but she knew that it was still in a reasonably good state. Sir Richard had installed a bed and a sink in addition to the study that his father had built, and there were a few bottles of sherry hidden in the pantry.

In very little time Lara and Hillary had covered the distance to the folly, and Hillary quickly dismounted. Tethering Arrow safely and loosening the horse's girth, with enough leeway for the horse to graze a little, he walked over to where Lara was holding Midnight. Quite unnecessarily, for Lara needed no assistance to dismount, he placed his hand on her jodhpur-clad thigh, and guided her down to the ground.

"Thanks, Hilly," Lara said wryly. She moved a little closer to him, and the warmth of her own body mingled with his as she pressed against him.

Hillary coughed. "Hadn't you better see to Midnight?" He said, his voice a little unsteady.

Quickly, Lara tethered her horse and loosened his girth. "There you go, old boy, now you be good," she said as she walked back to Hillary.

"Aren't I always, ma'am?" Hillary teased, pulling her close once more. He wanted her, and the fresh air had given them both a renewed sense of urgency.

"Don't call me ma'am," Lara chided, with a twinkle in her eye as their lips met.

"Sorry, my Lady," Hillary continued to tease, between kisses.

"And don't call me that, either!" Lara's words were becoming increasingly difficult to pronounce as feeling took over.

They quickly made their way to the folly, and Lara pushed the small door open. It wasn't the door to the inner rooms, but it led instead to a small walled garden. The grass was long and slightly damp from the morning dew, but the last thing they were worried about was catching a chill. The sun shone brightly over the garden, and it was hidden from the outside world. Not that many people wandered out this far from the manor house.

Heedless of the slight ache that was starting in his legs, and feeling his own desire rise, Hillary drew Lara to him, and kissed her with renewed passion. Yearning made him bold, and his hands wandered to the waistband of her jodhpurs, and further, caressing her gently.

Lara could feel Hillary's arousal, and she ran her hands up inside his green jumper, tracing the muscles of his back and caressing his warm, naked skin. Pressing close to him, she could feel his hardness through her jodhpurs, and the sensations that were flooding over her became even more intense.

"I hope the horses can't see us!" She said softly. "If Midnight saw what I'm going to do with you next, the poor baby'd be traumatised for life!"

"Lara," Hillary said equally softly. "Do shut up." He captured her lips once more in a deep kiss and pushed her back against the folly wall. In one fluid motion he had removed her black sweatshirt and managed to discard his own jumper. The exquisite contact of skin on skin was enough to give both of them a renewed sense of urgency.

Hillary, still in awe at times that the woman he loved was Lady Lara Croft, marvelled in her semi-naked body. He gently kissed and caressed every inch of her naked flesh, until she was shivering with desire, and he was lost in their mutual heat.

Lifting her slightly, so that her long, slender legs wrapped around his waist, Hillary took hold of Lara and guided her down into the long meadow grass. They began to explore one another, wrapped in the soft embrace of the grass, which was rapidly warming under the sun's lazy gaze. Hot, fevered kisses gave way to pure white passion as Hillary and Lara drove each other even higher, until in very little time they had become one.

The athletic thrusts that had awakened Lara's lust when Hillary was on horseback fed her desire as they made love. His body met with hers in a perfectly matched interplay that, in the end, left them both sated and temporarily exhausted.

For a little time after they lay together on the warm grass. Hillary had pulled his old jodhpurs back on, and Lara was wearing his green jumper, which came down almost to her knees. Lara idly traced the white, jagged line of a scar on Hillary's chest, a souvenir from an incident with a fencing foil in his teens, or so he had told her before. The hunger that they felt for one another as lovers was equal to their affection as friends, and so they were totally at ease.

"What's on your mind?" Hillary asked as he saw her thoughtful expression.

"I was just thinking about what we're going to tell Bryce about us," she replied, looking up at him. He had propped himself up on one elbow, and Lara was once again distracted by the muscled contours of his arms and chest. To think, she had spent so much time alongside this man and never noticed his heavenly physique.

"Now there's a name I want to hear after making love to a beautiful woman!" Hillary replied wryly, grabbing her wandering hand.

Lara rolled her eyes in mock-exasperation, but then smiled. "Well, it was about time he found out anyway!" She said firmly. "After all, we can't keep it a secret forever."

"You're right," Hillary replied. "But I can't help wishing we'd actually had the chance to tell him, rather than his walking in on us." He ran a hand over Lara's cheek, caressing her gently.

"We mustn't make him feel uncomfortable," Lara said, concerned for her friend. "After all, he's still a member of the family."

"I agree-but I don't think he's going to feel too badly about it all," Hillary answered. "He once told me that you were the stroppy older sister he never had!"

"Bloody cheek!" laughed Lara, not at all offended.

"So what exactly should we tell him?" She asked again, once more all seriousness.

A mixture of emotions crossed Hillary's face in the split second it took for him to register the question. Unwilling to place more emotional demands on Lara at a time when she was still so injured, he merely smiled, hoping that she would provide the answers for them both.

"You make that decision, Lara. Tell him the truth, and you never know, he might just not ask too many questions." He knew she was about to respond, but fearful of what that response might be, pulled her close, half to avoid her searching gaze.

Hillary needn't have worried. Lara was beginning to realise that the love she had for Hillary as a friend, and the passion she had for him as a lover, were deepening into something far more enduring. She relaxed in his arms for a moment, preoccupied with the dawning knowledge. As they parted once more, Hillary spoke.

"Just, for heaven's sake, tell him enough that he stops taking the piss out of me!"

This made Lara laugh again, and she snuggled closer to him. Momentarily, Hillary lost himself in the warmth of her embrace.

Chapter 5