"A Thing For Guns" Doctor Who/Tomb Raider, River/Lara
Title: A Thing For Guns
Fandom: Doctor Who/Tomb Raider
Pairing: River/Lara
Rating: 18/NC-17
Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who or Tomb Raider or any characters featured in this not-for-profit fic.
Summary: A short piece originally written for kink bingo 2011 for the 'guns' square
Warnings: f/f sexytimes, potentially unsafe use of a firearm
Notes: I really think this pairing has great potential, hoping they're going to inspire a few more, more sex focused pieces in future.
River Song woke and was most disappointed to find herself alone in the bed. She rolled over onto her back, spreading herself out into the middle of the kin-sized four-poster bed. The cream coloured silk sheets were cool against her skin. She'd been alone for some time then. She looked up at the ceiling and around the room. Despite it's large size and luxurious touches it was clearly the room of a very practical person. There were tools and backpacks dotted around the room. On the walls and dresser were antiquities, River's knowing eyes recognised them to be some of the rarest artifacts on the planet.
The only question was: where had the lady of the house gotten to?
The sun was backlighting the curtains covering the windows. River checked the clock on the bedside table. It was just gone ten in the morning.
River sat up and got out of bed. Her clothes from the night before were scattered around the floor. She decided against getting dressed. Instead she opened the large walk-in closet and selected a large white fluffy bathrobe and comfortable slippers. She went out of the bedroom and into the enormous hallway.
River had seen many a mansion on her travels but she had a soft spot for this one. It was huge, but seemed to be positively oozing with character. Every corner held a surprise, every room had hidden treasures and oddities. She had visited a number of times before and was certain she had barely scratched the surface in terms of exploring the house.
She padded down the main staircase and saw the butler, Hilary, heading towards the library. He noticed her and stopped. "Good morning Doctor Song, I trust you slept well?"
"Very well thank you, I hope you had a good night."
"I did," Hilary nodded.
"Good," River smiled, "do you know where I can find Lara?"
"The shooting range."
"Perfect," River's smile broadened and she started towards the range, bidding Hilary a polite good morning.
She entered the shooting range quietly, closing the large soundproofed door behind her. River was a big fan of this particular room. Any house with a shooting range built in was a house River would rarely be bored in.
River went into the range proper and saw Lara at the table that was against the back wall. She looked over at River and smiled, saying nothing. She looked positively radiant and was wearing pale green sweat pants and a matching t-shirt.
"Hi," said River.
"Hello," Lara Croft replied and looked down at the table in front of her. She was in the middle of field-stripping one of her handguns. She had a cleaning kit laid out and ready for use.
She finished taking the gun apart, setting each component neatly on the table. As she did she looked over each part, checking for wear or other damage, and she gave them a quick rub over the surfaces with a cloth. Once fully disassembled she started cleaning the weapon. River watched her, leaning against the table.
Lara took a cleaning rod with a brush head attachment and dipped it into a bottle of Hoppes Number Nine solvent. She picked up the barrel with her other hand, looking up to meet River's eyes for a moment.
River wetted her lips with her tongue. The smell of the solvent catching her nose, it was a scent she liked so she took deep sniffs.
Lara positioned the solvent coated brush at one end of the bore and then slowly ran the brush through it. The brush popped out the other side. She pulled it back through and repeated the process" Dipping the brush in the solvent, running it through the bore, then pulling it back.
River bit her bottom lip as Lara slowly side the wet brush head int hte tight fitting bore, watching the cleaning rod slide deep inside. She let out a small moan as the brush came out the other side again.
"I think you've got a thing for guns River," Lara said with a smile as she put the barrel and the cleaning rod down, letting the solvent do it's work.
"I think you do too," River replied. Lara's nipples were visibly hard, pressing against the thin fabric of her t-shirt.
Lara took a small cloth and meticulously scrubbed the gun, paying special attention to the visibly dirty areas. River kept watching, admiring the care Lara was putting into her work. She was a woman of great focus.
River moved around to stand close, right beside Lara as she cleaned the parts.
The Tomb Raider checked ever millimeter of the weapon as she cleaved, looking for any hint that the gun was not in perfect working order. She handled the weapon like she was holding the most valuable thing in the world. Strong but gentle fingers rubbed the cloth over the metal and plastic polymer.
River Song went behind Lara, pressing to her back and looking over her shoulder as she worked. "There is something so sexy about a woman who knows how to take care of her weapons," she said quietly into Lara's ear, her hands on her hips.
Lara set down the last component, the recoil spring, and then picked up the cleaning rod. She unscrewed and took of the brush end and attached a different one. She wrapped a thin strip of cloth around the new end.
She ran the rod through the bore, the white cloth coming out black, and pulled it back. She took off the piece of cloth and wrapped a fresh one around the end and repeated.
Lara went through the action six times, the last one came out clean. As she did this River's hands were on her breasts,massaging them through the t-shirt. As the cloth came out clean River's nimble fingers found Lara's nipples.
"I need to...lubricate," Lara said, pitting down the cleaning rod and picking up the tube of lubricant.
River's left hand moved down Lara's body, down the front of her pants. "Feels like you're well lubricated already."
"You do make it hard for a girl to concentrate," Lara sighed.
"I try my best," River smirked.
Lara lubricated the slide first, putting a few drops along the length of it and then used her finger to smear it over the gun, coating the inside of the slide with a thin layer. She took care to make sure both slide rails in particular were nicely covered.
She put down the slide.
River had her right hand on Lara's breast, thumb rubbing back and forth over her hard nipple, the t-shirt little barrier to her touch. The fingers of her other hand slowly teased the lips of Lara's pussy.
Lara moaned softly, taking a moment to enjoy River's ministrations.
Then she refocused, picking up the barrel again and applying a couple of drops of the lubricant to it. She used her fingers again, rubbing around the barrel. River moved her fingers between Lara's legs, matching the way she was rubbing the barrel.
"I'm just as wet for you," River whispered.
Done with the barrel Lara turned her attention to the frame, thankful that she was almost done. It was talking all of her self control to not turn around and kiss her lover. She put a tiny dab of the lube right in the spot where the trigger bar and connector met.
River's middle finger slid between Lara's slick folds to find her clit, gently stroking it up and down. A soft moan escaped Lara's lips.
Lara started putting the pistol back together again as River increased the speed and the pressure on her sensitive bundle of nerves. First she put the barrel and the slide together, ensuring the barrel was correctly in place. River kissed and sucked at Lara's neck, adding to the pleasure her hands were causing.
It took several attempts for Lara to get the recoil spring in place, her concentration breaking under River's lusty assault. River took notice and increase the pace of her finger on Lara's clit. Faster, faster, the knot of tension building and building.
With shaking hands Lara brought the frame and slide together, completing the gun. She racked the slide while River pinched her nipples hard, sucking on her earlobe at the same time.
Lara gripped the gun in her right hand and pointed it off to the right and as she came she squeezed the trigger. The unloaded weapon clicked and Lara moaned loudly. River held Lara tight against her.
As Lara came down she turned to face River, settling her bum on the edge of the table, still holding the gun in her right hand. River wrapped her arms around Croft and kissed her on the lips.
"How about I return the favour while you fire off a few rounds? If you can hit a bullseye I'm your slave for the rest of the day," Lara's left hand slipped under the robe to squeeze River's breast.
"Challenge accepted Lady Croft," River smiled and took hold of the gun.
Fandom: Doctor Who/Tomb Raider
Pairing: River/Lara
Rating: 18/NC-17
Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who or Tomb Raider or any characters featured in this not-for-profit fic.
Summary: A short piece originally written for kink bingo 2011 for the 'guns' square
Warnings: f/f sexytimes, potentially unsafe use of a firearm
Notes: I really think this pairing has great potential, hoping they're going to inspire a few more, more sex focused pieces in future.
River Song woke and was most disappointed to find herself alone in the bed. She rolled over onto her back, spreading herself out into the middle of the kin-sized four-poster bed. The cream coloured silk sheets were cool against her skin. She'd been alone for some time then. She looked up at the ceiling and around the room. Despite it's large size and luxurious touches it was clearly the room of a very practical person. There were tools and backpacks dotted around the room. On the walls and dresser were antiquities, River's knowing eyes recognised them to be some of the rarest artifacts on the planet.
The only question was: where had the lady of the house gotten to?
The sun was backlighting the curtains covering the windows. River checked the clock on the bedside table. It was just gone ten in the morning.
River sat up and got out of bed. Her clothes from the night before were scattered around the floor. She decided against getting dressed. Instead she opened the large walk-in closet and selected a large white fluffy bathrobe and comfortable slippers. She went out of the bedroom and into the enormous hallway.
River had seen many a mansion on her travels but she had a soft spot for this one. It was huge, but seemed to be positively oozing with character. Every corner held a surprise, every room had hidden treasures and oddities. She had visited a number of times before and was certain she had barely scratched the surface in terms of exploring the house.
She padded down the main staircase and saw the butler, Hilary, heading towards the library. He noticed her and stopped. "Good morning Doctor Song, I trust you slept well?"
"Very well thank you, I hope you had a good night."
"I did," Hilary nodded.
"Good," River smiled, "do you know where I can find Lara?"
"The shooting range."
"Perfect," River's smile broadened and she started towards the range, bidding Hilary a polite good morning.
She entered the shooting range quietly, closing the large soundproofed door behind her. River was a big fan of this particular room. Any house with a shooting range built in was a house River would rarely be bored in.
River went into the range proper and saw Lara at the table that was against the back wall. She looked over at River and smiled, saying nothing. She looked positively radiant and was wearing pale green sweat pants and a matching t-shirt.
"Hi," said River.
"Hello," Lara Croft replied and looked down at the table in front of her. She was in the middle of field-stripping one of her handguns. She had a cleaning kit laid out and ready for use.
She finished taking the gun apart, setting each component neatly on the table. As she did she looked over each part, checking for wear or other damage, and she gave them a quick rub over the surfaces with a cloth. Once fully disassembled she started cleaning the weapon. River watched her, leaning against the table.
Lara took a cleaning rod with a brush head attachment and dipped it into a bottle of Hoppes Number Nine solvent. She picked up the barrel with her other hand, looking up to meet River's eyes for a moment.
River wetted her lips with her tongue. The smell of the solvent catching her nose, it was a scent she liked so she took deep sniffs.
Lara positioned the solvent coated brush at one end of the bore and then slowly ran the brush through it. The brush popped out the other side. She pulled it back through and repeated the process" Dipping the brush in the solvent, running it through the bore, then pulling it back.
River bit her bottom lip as Lara slowly side the wet brush head int hte tight fitting bore, watching the cleaning rod slide deep inside. She let out a small moan as the brush came out the other side again.
"I think you've got a thing for guns River," Lara said with a smile as she put the barrel and the cleaning rod down, letting the solvent do it's work.
"I think you do too," River replied. Lara's nipples were visibly hard, pressing against the thin fabric of her t-shirt.
Lara took a small cloth and meticulously scrubbed the gun, paying special attention to the visibly dirty areas. River kept watching, admiring the care Lara was putting into her work. She was a woman of great focus.
River moved around to stand close, right beside Lara as she cleaned the parts.
The Tomb Raider checked ever millimeter of the weapon as she cleaved, looking for any hint that the gun was not in perfect working order. She handled the weapon like she was holding the most valuable thing in the world. Strong but gentle fingers rubbed the cloth over the metal and plastic polymer.
River Song went behind Lara, pressing to her back and looking over her shoulder as she worked. "There is something so sexy about a woman who knows how to take care of her weapons," she said quietly into Lara's ear, her hands on her hips.
Lara set down the last component, the recoil spring, and then picked up the cleaning rod. She unscrewed and took of the brush end and attached a different one. She wrapped a thin strip of cloth around the new end.
She ran the rod through the bore, the white cloth coming out black, and pulled it back. She took off the piece of cloth and wrapped a fresh one around the end and repeated.
Lara went through the action six times, the last one came out clean. As she did this River's hands were on her breasts,massaging them through the t-shirt. As the cloth came out clean River's nimble fingers found Lara's nipples.
"I need to...lubricate," Lara said, pitting down the cleaning rod and picking up the tube of lubricant.
River's left hand moved down Lara's body, down the front of her pants. "Feels like you're well lubricated already."
"You do make it hard for a girl to concentrate," Lara sighed.
"I try my best," River smirked.
Lara lubricated the slide first, putting a few drops along the length of it and then used her finger to smear it over the gun, coating the inside of the slide with a thin layer. She took care to make sure both slide rails in particular were nicely covered.
She put down the slide.
River had her right hand on Lara's breast, thumb rubbing back and forth over her hard nipple, the t-shirt little barrier to her touch. The fingers of her other hand slowly teased the lips of Lara's pussy.
Lara moaned softly, taking a moment to enjoy River's ministrations.
Then she refocused, picking up the barrel again and applying a couple of drops of the lubricant to it. She used her fingers again, rubbing around the barrel. River moved her fingers between Lara's legs, matching the way she was rubbing the barrel.
"I'm just as wet for you," River whispered.
Done with the barrel Lara turned her attention to the frame, thankful that she was almost done. It was talking all of her self control to not turn around and kiss her lover. She put a tiny dab of the lube right in the spot where the trigger bar and connector met.
River's middle finger slid between Lara's slick folds to find her clit, gently stroking it up and down. A soft moan escaped Lara's lips.
Lara started putting the pistol back together again as River increased the speed and the pressure on her sensitive bundle of nerves. First she put the barrel and the slide together, ensuring the barrel was correctly in place. River kissed and sucked at Lara's neck, adding to the pleasure her hands were causing.
It took several attempts for Lara to get the recoil spring in place, her concentration breaking under River's lusty assault. River took notice and increase the pace of her finger on Lara's clit. Faster, faster, the knot of tension building and building.
With shaking hands Lara brought the frame and slide together, completing the gun. She racked the slide while River pinched her nipples hard, sucking on her earlobe at the same time.
Lara gripped the gun in her right hand and pointed it off to the right and as she came she squeezed the trigger. The unloaded weapon clicked and Lara moaned loudly. River held Lara tight against her.
As Lara came down she turned to face River, settling her bum on the edge of the table, still holding the gun in her right hand. River wrapped her arms around Croft and kissed her on the lips.
"How about I return the favour while you fire off a few rounds? If you can hit a bullseye I'm your slave for the rest of the day," Lara's left hand slipped under the robe to squeeze River's breast.
"Challenge accepted Lady Croft," River smiled and took hold of the gun.