The first part of this chapter is rated M. You have been warned.
Lara led Ben to the bedroom and that is when things got real physical. Lara turned off the light in the room and the only light in the room was the moonlight coming in from the window. What a perfect night in Paris. They didn't have to worry, the pedestrians were twenty stories below; they were on the top floor. Ben was speechless as Lara removed her leather black jacket, blue shirt and bra. She was so beautiful, more so than any other girl he had been with in his life. His hands were shaking uncontrollably as if he had PTSD, a feeling that he truly loved (Not PTSD, the shaky hand). Using what strength he still has in his shaking fingers, he grabs the hem of his white shirt and yanks it over his head.
"There is no one I would rather make love to Ben Wheldon."
"Same for me Lara Croft."
He dives in to kiss her on the lips. His need for her overpowered him and he began working on removing the rest her clothes. He grabs her belt and begins unbuckling. She did the same thing in return. Ben was not a virgin and he was not shy. He heard murmuring through...from inside his head. Not now voices inside my head. Screw yourselves if that's what you want. He basically just told them to shut the hell up.
Both Lara and Ben kicked off their shoes and socks whilst still kissing each other. Lara grabs and pulls Ben's jeans down. He kicks them off and begins yanking Lara's jeans. The only thing that's keeping them from being completely naked was that fact that they were still wearing their underwear.
Lara tugged Ben's boxer briefs down and he tugged her panties down. Now there was nothing left separating them from each other.
Ben, who could no longer hold back, gently set Lara on the bed, climbed on top of her and he sank himself into her. She emits a soft moan, which really turns him on. He began backing into and out her slowly and eventually fast, unable to stop, even if he wanted to. Why would he want to stop now, what kind of man does that?
Ben felt the inside of his mouth water as he realized that she was moaning with every thrust.
Lara felt that any problems they had in the past was now non-existent at this point. I forgot who Conrad Roth was, or who Richard Croft is, she thinks to herself. Ben Wheldon, you feel so good.
She closed her eyes and let herself succumb to Ben, doing nothing but moaning in a way that every perverted man wanted to hear. If she were being watched by a bunch of weirdos, then let them watch. She wanted to savor this special moment with Ben.
All of a sudden, Ben felt something coiling up from inside of him. Then he felt something constrict him. That's when he realized that Lara….climaxed.
That was his cue to finish up, but not too quickly.
He thrusted even faster and harder into her, not stopping at all. His breathing was like a hammer beating down on a nail. His breathing had began quickening and he felt himself getting ready to explode. He thrusts as deep as he could within her and he moaned loudly as he climaxed.
Done and exhausted, Ben collapses beside her, covering himself up with the blankets and beginning to drift off to sleep.
Never before was Lara Croft going to forget her last night liaison with Ben Wheldon. She grabs the blankets and covers herself. She stares at the sleeping Ben Wheldon one more time before she falls asleep herself. The Crown of Immortality can wait 'till tomorrow.
In the middle of night, Jankovic, Zima, Ivan, and a recovered, but still hurt Slavik and Kovak walked down the street leading to Lara' apartment. Although they were informed of Lima-Charlie's current location, they had no idea which room she would be in because the apartment was twenty floors.
Damn it! Jankovic felt rage flush through him and when no one was looking, he punched the nearest soldier in the jaw hard, knocking him out cold (Who he punched is left up to your interpretation). As Jankovic reeled his fist back, he saw something. There was a woman walking into the apartment. He knew she could have been anybody, but his senses were telling him otherwise.
"I've seen her." Kovak says, which is all Jankovic needs to hear to confirm his suspicion. "She was in Siberia during our search for the Divine Source."
"Me and Kovak both participated in that operation and we both saw that woman. We forgot her name though." Slavik added, locking his lips. "Maybe we should follow her and see if she leads us to Lara."
"Sounds like a plan Slav." Zima told. "Let's go boss." He and others began walking towards the apartment, but not Jankovic.
Jankovic held up a hand. "No, we need to be patient. If she spots us, then we are in some deep waters. Slavik, Kovak, Ivan, stay outside. Me and Zima are going inside to investigate."
"You want us to stay here just in case Lara walks out with that woman?" Kovak asks. "And Ben?" He growled.
"Yes Kovak. Exactly. Keep your earpiece turned on and only use it when necessary. Zima, let's go follow our culprit."
"Don't you mean 'cul-prick'?" He laughed like a maniac who just killed a man.
That same woman from Siberia watched, from a taxi from a distance, a man punch another man in the jaw hard. She knew it was Trinity, just from the way they stood and interacted with each other. After surviving the raid by Trinity, she can always tell civilian from Trinity like the back of her hand. "Der'mo." She utters. "Trinity. Got to get to Lara quickly."
The driver drops her a block from the apartment and she walks inside, trying to avoid the agents as much as possible. She was a prey trying to slip past a hungry lion basically. When she walked through the glass doors, she cursed as soon as she saw the oldest one of the group stare at her for a brief, but definite second. There was no denying that he saw her and knew she was connected to Lara Croft somehow.
"Shit, gotta lead them away from Lara." She told herself. "Pretend she's on the fourth floor and then sneak out through a window and climb to the top." She knew how to climb without safety equipment, her father taught her. (Her climbing skills were somewhere around, but not an exact match to Nathan Drake's.)
"Hi there." The bellhop said in French. Luckily, the woman knew her French. "Checking in or out?"
"Checking in." She lied, using her quick-wits, her French being perfect, almost. She could not completely mask her Russian accent though. "My name is Nina Caron, I am just checking in for the night."
The bellhop typed something in the computer and 'Nina' looked over her shoulder. Two of the Trinity agents were walking through the glass doors. She twisted her head back and made sure her hat concealed any of her features, making it difficult for them to read and study her.
She felt a tingle run down her spine when the two stood directly behind her. She quickly paid the bellhop in French currency and he handed her her rooms keys. "Your room is four-twenty-one. We hope you have a good night Miss Caron."
"Thank you." She rushed off to the elevators and pressed the fourth floor button. She wastes no time to get into the elevators. The doors closed just as the two agents rushed her.
Jankovic slammed his fists on the elevator door and made a run for the stairs, Zima following. Due to both their background in the military, they could run like the wind. In high school, Jankovic was the fastest kid on track team and the most athletic all four years. Zima was a slightly different story, but he was still fast. (***)
"Okay, just get to the top floor... and make a run for it. How hard...can that be? I remember Lara's room number." She told herself. "Stay calm, don't panic. You got this 'Nina Caron'."
Then the elevator door opened and there stood the two agents with the biggest grins on their faces. The elevator stopped on the sixth floor and there they were. How the hell did they get up here so fast. They must have made a run for the stairs. If that's the case, there is no way I can outrun these guys then.
The two stepped into the elevator and the one with the curly black hair looked to see what button 'Nina' pressed and saw it was the fourth floor, then the eleventh foor. He grins and stands right beside 'Nina' as the elevator doors closes and the start ascending.
The bald one exhaled deeply as he reached for something at his waist. 'Nina' already noticed and was about to scream, hoping it would catch someone's attention. Wait a second, I'm in the elevator, no one can hear me. Goddamnit.
Curly Haired looks at her with a glint in his eye. Bald sneers and begins to wrap his arm around her waist. 'Nina's slaps Bald's hand away, but this had little effect. She thought she was toast, until the elevator doors opened. Four people from the eleventh floor stepped in. 'Nina' wasted no time and raced out the elevator. Curly Haired gave chase, saying 'excuse me' in French. Bald was going to go after her, but more people began crowding the elevator from a janitor, to a chef, and of course to a goddamn security guard. The doors closed before he could even get out and by his calculations, he was trapped by at least nine people and two security guards and one of them looked to be massively strong. He wanted to say 'excuse me' in French, but French was like an alien language to him.
'Nina' runs as fast as she could, making sure not to bump into anyone. Curly Haired used his running skills to chase and catch up to her. He growled as he was about to close in on his target. The lion catches the monkey. As soon as he abducted 'Nina', he would torture her for the current location of Lara Croft and Ben Wheldon. Honestly, he was saving her from being raped by Zima, Kovak, Ivan, and Slavik. Especially Slavik since he is the rapist of the group.
When I capture Lara, I am not letting Slavik go anywhere near her and if he does, I am going to put a knife in his throat.
'Nina' made a hard right into a hallway and kept on running. Curly Haired was getting closer and closing in on her. She had to do something if she wanted to lose this guy. She was already getting tired and her legs were giving away. As soon as she cut another corner, she almost collided with a garbage can, but she pushed it down, spilling its contents. As soon as Curly Haired turned the corner, he tripped over the garbage can and landed hard on his belly.
'Nina' decided not to use the elevators this time, but to find the nearest window and climb out. She would most certainly lose him that way.
Slavik, Kovak and Ivan stood outside the apartment, hiding behind an alley, waiting patiently for the woman to come out. Slavik took charge and ordered for the three to be ready to make a break for it. "Ivan, go around the back and you radio us if she comes out."
"Got it." Ivan says before he casually walks around the apartment.
"Kovak, you stay here while I go inside and wait for her." He ordered. "I know the boss told me to stay here, but we would be doing him a favor in case she doubles back. I could tackle her and then we can torture her and have some fun with her."
Kovak chuckled and snarled like a hungry wolf. "I got to say, that woman looks even more beautiful than when we saw her at the Remnant village."
Jankovic didn't just land on his stomach, he hit his head against a water fountain. He was unconscious in an instant. He moaned in pain in his sleep. If Zima was with him, then he would have continued to chase this 'Nina' but he was on another floor and had no knowledge of the route that 'Nina' and Jankovic took.
As soon as 'Nina' no longer saw Curly Haired in her sight, she sprinted to the end of a hallway and used all her strength to open up a window and climb out. The ground was several floors below her and man, she was not scared of heights. She has flowing in a helicopter before and she was a good climber.
"You got this. You got this. You got this." She says dozens of times before she climbs out. "Wait a second, why can't I take the elevator?" No thank you, that other guy might be in one of them and I do not want to lead them to Lara directly nor indirectly.
She made the mistake of looking at the ground one hundred and thirty feet below her. Oh man, I am really swimming with the sharks now.
Zima Horvath
Born: 1984 (32), Slovakia
Alias: Tango 1-4
Hair: Bald
Eye: Gray
Height: Six feet
Weight: Two hundred
Nationality: Slovak
Relatives: None known
Biography: Zima Horvath grew with a past that very few people know. Only Jankovic knows his full origin. All that can be confirmed about him is that he once served as border patrol soldier and went rogue after killing a civilian after mistaking him for a terrorist. He then began to work as a mercenary for hire and he eventually crossed paths with Trinity. He spent five years working for Trinity before he became an initiated member.