Lady Lara's taken a spill

You get to the ATV track, and gasp involuntarily.

One of the ATV's is lying on its side, engine still running, wheels spinning idly in the air. You get closer and turn it off, and gasp again.

Lara is lying **** on the ground. She must have been uncharacteristically careless as she started her ride; she's sprawled out in a daze, breathing but not completely conscious. She landed so that she's lying on her side, a position that makes the curves of her rack jut out all the more. Especially so because of the way that the strap of her singlet top has slipped off her shoulder, leaving the emerald strap and cup of her sports bra peeking out at you. You could swear that you can see one of her nipples erect and struggling to poke through as well, and something of your anatomy hardens as well, in sympathy.

Her legs are splayed out, long and muscular, and leading up to nearly skin-tight shorts, with her gun-belt strapped around that trim waist, and your gaze remains on the firm curvature of Lady Croft's backside as you think, spear still idly in your hand.