cw: voyeurism, masturbation, mommy kink :p lowkey pathetic lara hehe
you swore youd never do this again, with the burning pain in your bicep and the exhaustion heavy in your bones. pulses of pain rush through your nerves as lightly trembling fingers dab the blood from you skin. your eyes squeeze shut in discomfort.
"i know, im sorry..." lara whispers, her free hand coming up to caress your face. you breathe as she instructs you to, following along with her exhales as she cleans your wound.
"gonna wrap it now, okay?" shes speaking so softly, scared if she spoke any louder her nerves were sure to alarm you.
she gently lifts your arm, wincing at the same time as you do. her hands wrap your arm in a gauze bandage, tightly tied in a knot which makes another wave of pain pulse through you. "im sorry..." she whispers again, and you are not even sure why.
"m'okay lara...itll be alright." your fingers find her cold ones, eyes searching her soft brown irises. she frowns, fingers squeezing yours.
"i just-" she pauses for a moment, eyes fluttering shut. "i just hate seeing you get hurt, and that was so close and i feel like this was entirely my fault." she murmurs the last part, face finding you neck. you wanted to laugh truly, not at her, but at what had even happened in the first place. it was an accident, no doubt about it. a misstep causing you to slip, and while you were able to stop yourself from falling a deadly height, the skin of your arm caught on the thick, dead wood of a tree, leaving behind a pretty nasty gash.
without responding to her, you lips press to hers. a sound comes from deep within her chest as her lips immediately melt against yours, her fingers tightening on the fabric of your shirt. once you inevitably pull back for air, lara laughs softly with a shake of her head. her hand finds your cheek again, thumb running softly along the bone. your eyes begin to feel heavy now, not out of pain or discomfort, but in exhaustion.
both your nerves have calmed, the bleeding had stopped and lara reluctantly pulled away to set up the make shift bed along the worn wooden floor of the cabin. you tried to stand and help, but the moment she pouted again with a huff, you raised your hands in surrender with a soft smile. with quick work the "bed" made, and you immediately kick your boots off and lay down. the rooms light was dim, a small flicker of the lantern on the floor illuminated laras profile, and you couldnt help but stare for a moment as she slipped off her own boots.
"take a picture my love, itll last longer." she says, sliding her body back to lay down next to you, a tired, playful grin on her lips. you snort and theres a soft beat of silence before she rolls onto her side, facing you.
"hi" she whispers, her face is inches from yours as her lips form a soft smile. her hands find their place on your waist, holding you close.
“hi…” you whisper back, eyes tracing her tired expression. your fingers come up to brush her hair from her eyes, and she sighs contently at the gentle touch.
“you did great today lara, im proud of you.” you speak softly. shes greatful for the darkness of the room, keeping the burning of her cheeks from your field of view.
“it sure doesnt feel like it..” her face finds your neck again, lips flush with your skin. without seeing her expression, you know there is a pout on her pretty lips. her body ached, and she still felt guilty for what had happened earlier that day. with a gentle sigh, you shush her, your non injured arm coming up to rub circles along her back. “i promise, everything is okay, we are safe.” you whisper, your words soothing as lara feels her eyes grow impossibly heavy. it isnt long after laras breathing evens out that you feel your own body begin to give into the exhaustion that weighed heavy in your bones.
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after some time, you shift in your sleep, the feeling of movement beside you pulls you from your dreamless slumber. your eyes flutter open and scan the room around you. darkness. the lantern had burnt itself out by now, leaving you in the pitch black of the night. another shift beside you and you hear it. a quiet, muffled whine and the rustling of fabric. had something happened to lara? you roll onto your side, eyes finding her silhouette in the dark.
"lara, you okay?" you whisper, not wanting to startle her in case you were hearing things. theres no response from the girl other than another whimper, and thats when it clicks. lara wasnt in trouble, in fact, she seemed to be enjoying herself at this very moment. through the darkness you follow the length of her arm with your eyes, all the way down to...her jeans. the button was undone and laras clearly got her hand down the front of her pants.
"shit im so sorry. thats so- fuck im sorry." her hand flies from her pants as she desperately tries to do some damage control. before she can spew another apology your hand catches her wrist.
"keep going." you say as if its the most normal thing in the world to rub one out next to your sleeping partner.
"what? you cant be serious i-"
"i want you to keep going lara." your release her wrist and her heart pounds in her chest. how humiliating. "can you do that for me baby?" you ask sweetly, and lara feels her insides twist at your request.
a deep breath pushes from her chest. "yeah...i can.." her hands slip back under her waistband, the contact making her shudder.
"there you go. good girl.." you coo, watching her as best you can in the dark. the room is dead silent besides the subtle slick sound of her fingers rubbing at her clit and your heavy breaths. a whimper falls from her lips as her fingers speed up, her hips twitching cutely.
"poor thing, you needed relief so bad didnt you angel?" you lean down to kiss at her neck, making her cry out again. her breath hitches in her throat and her fingers slow the tiniest bit.
"i- i cant... its not enough-" she sounds like shes on the verge of tears, her heart thudding hard in her chest.
"cant what baby? cant cum?" you graze her neck with your teeth making her whine. "you need me to do it for you?" you whisper, your fingers trailing along her hip through the fabric of her jeans. she chokes out another whimper, her head nodding uselessly in the dark.
"please mommy..." she whispers, removing her hand from the inside of her pants, only to be quickly replaced by your own. your fingers find her clit, and you moan lowly at how wet she is. her moans grow louder as you circle her clit at the same pace as before, tight circles around the little bud that make her thighs shake.
"hah- please, i need to cum. please-" she babbles into your neck, hips bucking into your hand.
"s'that feel nice angel? you wanna cum for me?" you ask, putting the slightest bit more pressure making her curse under her breath.
"please mommy...make me cum please." she asks so sweetly, you couldn't imagine denying her like this. you focus now on bringing her to her peak, feeling her chest move up and down quickly as she struggles to catch her breath.
"my good girl, asking so nicely. cum for me baby, go on." it was like as soon as the words let your lips that a switch flipped in lara, her muscles tightened as she clenched pathetically around nothing. you fuck her through her peak, drinking in the way she moaned and twitched in your hold, cumming all over your fingers.
it wasnt until a shuddering gasp left her lips and her hand found your wrist that you stop, slipping you hand from beneath her underwear. lara brings your hand to her mouth by your wrist, wrapping her lips around your sodden fingers, whimpering quietly at the taste of herself. you beam at her in the darkness as she cleans her mess, releasing your fingers with a wet pop and a satisfied hum.
"thank you." she whispered, her voice shaky. you huff a laugh as you press a kiss to her forehead, then one to her lips. the kiss lingers sweetly for a moment before you pull away, moving to lay back down on your back. lara follows, slotting her thigh between yours and laying her head on your chest.
"next time just wake me, i seriously thought someone was coming to get us." your statement makes lara snort, burying her head farther into your neck in embarrassment.
"sorry..." she mutters into your neck, but you know for a fact you can her that smirk in her voice.