This shameless smut fic was inspired by the songs 'Closer' by Nine Inch Nails, and 'Dream On' by Depeche Mode, so consider them a sort of soundtrack for this. Dedicated to all my KTEB sisters (and brothers). :D Oh, and I don't own Tomb Raider, its characters and all that jazz. If the people who •did• own them saw what I was doing, they'd probably have a heart attack or something. So best not tell them ;) Enjoy!
There was a pounding on her door.
It wasn't enough for someone to bother Lara at two a.m., or even to wake her up from the first real sleep that she had had in days; it was the fact that Kurtis Trent now stood at her door, like the proverbial bastard that he was.
"Hi Lara," he said.
She leant heavily upon the doorframe and passed a hand across her eyes, startled by the light of the hallway. Kurtis was dressed in a dark shirt and a rather battered motorcycle jacket. He wore the same green combat trousers and army boots that he had always done.
Lara put a hand to her forehead.
"I'm really not in the mood to talk at the moment," she told him, making to close the door again. Kurtis stopped it however, by lodging his boot between it and the doorframe.
"Who said we were gonna talk?" he said. Lara was forced to admit defeat and open the door wider again. Kurtis shrugged past her with a smile.
Lara sighed and closed the door behind her.
"What do you want, Kurtis?"
He did not answer; he simply ran a hand across her coffee table and then threw himself down onto her sofa, avoiding the question.
"Have you missed me?" he asked.
"No," she replied firmly, turning to face him again. "I'm missing my bed at the moment." Then there was an awkward moment as Lara became aware of what she was wearing, or more correctly not wearing.
No wonder the guy was acting so darn smug.
Lara grabbed the coverlet off the end of the sofa and threw it hurriedly over herself. Of all the people in the world, Kurtis Trent had just seen her standing there in nothing but her bra and thong.
"Fuck you Kurtis," she said, as he sat there dying from laughter. Her cheeks were now flushed with colour.
"You should've seen the look on your face," he managed, between choking gasps. "It was priceless!"
Pissed off wasn't the word. Lara just stood there, seething, and clung to her dignity for dear life, along with the coverlet.
"Was there a point to this visit?" she bit out angrily. "Or did you just come to make goo goo eyes at me?"
Kurtis smiled and propped his feet up on the coffee table.
"It's been over a month," he said. "Wanted to check up on you."
"How sweet." Her tone was not sincere.
"Aww, come on Lara," Kurtis insisted. "I wanna know if you're doing okay."
She folded her arms and glared at him.
"Well, I'm currently a recovering insomniac, have developed an affinity for cooking and want to kick you up the ass. I think that's everything - now get out!"
Kurtis made no move to leave.
"Nice place," he said, looking around. "Shitty location though."
"Yeah," she replied in a sarcastic drawl. "It's never far away enough from you."
Kurtis simply ignored her comment.
"So how come you're still in Prague?" he asked her. "I would've thought you'd want out of this place as soon as possible."
Lara studied him for a moment: "I'd say the same for you."
They were both quiet for a moment. Eventually Kurtis got up and strode over to the fireplace. He picked up the smashed photo which stood upon the mantelpiece above it. It depicted Lara and an elderly gentleman posing before a line of sand dunes. Each rested a proud hand upon a giant golden disc bearing an Aztec-like design.
"You and Werner," Kurtis realised, turning back to look at her. "I take it you were pretty close?"
"Something like that." Lara quickly walked over and grabbed the photo frame from him, setting it back on the mantelpiece with something akin to reverence.
"You don't need to get all defensive," Kurtis sulked. "I lost my father the same way, remember?" Kurtis went and settled back down onto the sofa. "It sucks, but you just gotta push it to the back of your mind. Otherwise a guy could go crazy." He waved an absent hand. "Or girl, in your case."
Lara refused to let this affect her.
"Kurtis, why are you here?"
He didn't look up.
"I got lonely okay?" he muttered. "And don't look at me like that, because I know you're lonely too."
Lara was about to protest but then she stopped herself. Who was she trying to fool?
"Fine," she pouted, perching herself upon the arm of the sofa. "I'm lonely. We're both lonely. We could start a freaking support group. What do you want me to do about it?"
Kurtis gave a sigh. Why did everything between them have to be so hard?
"Just let me crash here tonight, okay?" he said. "I'll be gone by the morning, I promise."
Lara pulled her coverlet a little tighter about herself.
"And this is the only way I'll get you out of my home?"
"Unless you call the cops on me, yeah."
Lara thought about it for a moment.
"Fine," she said finally. "But get your damn feet off my coffee table." Kurtis broke into that cocky grin which she had always hated. Lara swatted at his legs with a scowl. "I'm serious, Trent. That thing was bloody expensive."
Kurtis took his feet down with a smile.
"Do I get a cookie now?"
"Shut up Kurtis," she growled, disappearing into her bedroom to go and put on some clothes.
Lara soon found herself in front of the mirror, checking her appearance. She caught herself just in time. Did she really care what Kurtis thought of her looks? He had already seen her in her underwear tonight. She didn't think she was going to live that down.
Lara threw down her mascara in protest, almost knocking over one of the candles on her dresser as she did so. She kept them all over her apartment. She wasn't too concerned about fire safety lately. It was just relieving to wake up and find some light in the darkness.
Pulling a brush quickly through her hair, Lara tied it back in a loose braid and slipped on her black camisole. She could hear the sound of the television. With a sigh she went back into the living room to find Kurtis shamelessly channel surfing. He had removed his jacket.
"Why is there never anything on?" he asked, not looking up as she approached.
"Maybe because it's quarter past two in the morning," she replied, "and half of the channels are in Czech."
Kurtis eventually gave up after landing on a disturbing infomercial for birth control and handed the remote over to Lara. She pushed in 27 and brought up BBC World. Some coverage of England's latest match was playing, and the two dissolved into an argument as to whether the sport was called football or soccer. Said discussion abruptly ended when Lara stomped down on Kurtis' foot, promising to land a hit in a more delicate region of his body and effectively prove to him the real meaning of 'football'. He shut up soon after.
Ten minutes later there was a report on the robbery of a chocolate factory, and Lara suddenly realised how hungry she was.
"Want anything?" she asked, going over to raid the fridge.
"Got any alcohol?" was the reply.
Lara rolled her eyes.
"I'm still mad at you Trent," she said. "Don't think I'm going to give away my hard-earned liquor."
She was greeted with silence from the sofa and she knew Kurtis was sulking. Lara turned back to the fridge and opened the door with a sigh. A quick study of its contents revealed how badly she needed to go grocery shopping: half a can of whipped cream, a couple of inedible-looking frozen meals, a box of strawberries which, miraculously, were still fresh, and a quart of milk and some leftover butter.
Lara stood there for a second, and then admitted defeat and grabbed two bottles of Tsing-Tao, kicking the door shut behind her with excessive force. She grabbed a bottle opener and returned to the living room.
"Thanks," Kurtis said, taking the drink she offered him. She handed him the bottle opener once she had removed the cap from her own drink, and then settled down beside him and snatched away the remote.
"Did you only come here to steal my liquor?" she asked.
Kurtis removed the top from his bottle with a dull clink.
"Well, I did come for some action too but you aren't making it very easy."
Lara decided to let this slip, and proceeded to take a long gulp of her drink. Kurtis hid his laughter as she flipped through the channels. A tacky soap opera followed a 24 hour shopping channel. Then, to her horror, Lara somehow tuned into a porno movie right in the middle of a steamy sex scene. To cap it all off she dropped the remote, and was left to bend down and search desperately under the sofa as groans and gasps of pleasure filled the room.
From above, she heard Kurtis laugh and say: "She is so faking it."
After what seemed like an eternity Lara found the remote and quickly flipped the movie off. Kurtis looked disappointed.
"Oh come on!" he cried. "At least he was seeing some action!"
Lara raised an eyebrow and began to flick through a series of boring documentaries instead.
"Don't tell me you watch that kind of filth," she said.
Kurtis threw back some more drink.
"At best it's an art form," he replied, gesturing towards the television with his bottle. "Especially that hot chick with the bunny ears."
Lara just gaped at him, open mouthed.
"You have a dirty mind, do you know that Trent?"
Kurtis just smiled. She knew he was proud of this fact. Lara lowered her bottle of Tsing-Tao.
"I feel sick," she muttered.
Kurtis pushed the bottle towards her again.
"Alcohol," he insisted. "The solution to all of life's problems."
"And the cause of most of them," Lara replied, glaring at him and then gulping it down, alarmed at how quickly she was drinking it. It was now three a.m., and she knew she wouldn't be at work tomorrow. It wasn't much to brag about; just a job as a tour guide showing gullible school kids around a museum, but it had tided over her for the rent and bills the past few months. She still could not face going back to England.
Before she knew it, however, Lara had gotten another two bottles from the fridge. Kurtis accepted one and she started on the other. She had always been a cheap date when it came to alcohol, and tonight was no exception.
For some reason they ended up watching the Notebook, which had to rank high on the top ten list of the most tacky romantic movies of all time. Anything below that would have been an insult to tacky movies. Kurtis was quick to point out the flaw in every scene, and they were both dying from laughter as the hero hung from the Ferris wheel.
"Damn that guy is pathetic," Kurtis said through his laughter. "He obviously never got laid in high school."
"Oh," Lara riposted, "and I suppose disarming and groping a complete stranger is completely fine in comparison?"
Kurtis glanced at her and smiled.
"That's very different," he countered. "I was acting accordingly in a dangerous situation."
She raised an eyebrow.
"So you were searching for hidden weapons in my pants?"
"Something like that."
5am found them cross-legged on the floor, playing gin rummy with a deck of cards Lara didn't even know she had. Kurtis had first suggested they play strip poker; she had laughed and replied that she wasn't nearly drunk enough yet.
But, unfortunately, she had agreed to let him choose the next game if he won, and the fact that the guy was exceptionally good with a deck of cards was not helping matters.
For the third time that night, he laid out his winning hand.
"Strip poker!" Kurtis said with a grin.
"Oh, come on," she moaned. "You must be cheating somehow." And she crawled over and swiped his deck of cards.
"Hey!" he cried in protest. "You're not allowed to peek!"
Lara just gave a scowl as she studied Kurtis' cards; they definitely beat her hand. She cast them down onto the carpet and rubbed at her tired eyes.
"How'd you get so good at this anyways?" she asked.
Kurtis gathered up all the cards again with a shrug.
"Does it really matter?" he said. "Now, I wanna see some skin!" And he started reshuffling the entire deck in preparation for another hand.
Lara folded her arms.
"You've already seen enough skin for one night, Kurtis."
He raised an eyebrow as he gulped down some more Tsing-Tao.
"Yeah, but you haven't," he replied. "I just wanna even the odds a little."
She gave him a look, one which told him clearly that she was not going to fall for his tricks. Kurtis shook his head with quiet laughter.
"Aw, come on Croft!" he said. "I'll even give you a head start." And before Lara could protest Kurtis had reached down and pulled off his shirt. He soon cast it across the room so that he was sitting there before her, dressed solely in a pair of low-slung green combats. He gestured to his bare chest and said: "Happy?"
Lara smirked as she took in his toned abs.