Lara and Sterling make it out of the tomb

If she'd been dumped into the past by the Wayfarer stone, and it certainly seemed like it, then it stood to reason that Lara would have to find it again in order to go back to her own time. And since it wasn't in the tomb, she'd have to look elsewhere. At least she'd found an ally. A handsome, studly and dashing ally.

The soft, barely audible moan coming from behind her when she leaned forwards to pick up her holster made Lara break out into a cheeky smile. Her pussy growing wetter with the knowledge that Sterling was checking out how her bubble butt, the shaping into toned perfection of which had always formed an ulterior motive behind her strict training regimen, filled out her tiny shorts, Lara gave her hips a small shake, and drew quite a lot of satisfaction from the second, substantially louder moan that Sterling let out.

“Sorry,” Sterling offered, looking rather sheepish when Lara got back up and turned round.
“Don't be...” Lara purred, and strapped her holster round her narrow waist while too aroused to be miffed about the fact that von Sterbe had gotten away with one of her Berettas.

“Focus, Lara,” Lara thought to herself whilst giving Sterling another thorough looking-over, “You're supposed to fight Nazis and find a way home, not try to get this... stud out of his trousers.”

“Good lord,” Fairly confident that she was still thinking these things rather than saying them out loud, Lara had her gaze hone in on Sterling's crotch, “those trousers have got to be custom-made to fit that log inside them. A girl could do a lot worse than end up as Mr. Pound's tailor...”

“Ahem,” Sterling cleared his throat.

“Oops, sorry!” Realizing that she'd been ogling him very openly, it was Lara's turn to look sheepish, and she got another soft exhalation from Sterling when she quickly bent down and snatched up her backpack.

“Let me just grab a couple extra magazines for this,” Grabbing her commandeered MP38 again, Lara headed over to the nearest fallen Nazi.

“Smashing idea,” While Lara did that, Sterling guarded the doorway and the stairs, “Pick up a few for me too, would you.”

“Thanks awfully,” Very efficiently, Sterling snatched first one, then a second magazine out of the air as Lara sent them his way, the first already tucked into his belt before she'd tossed him the second.

“How many of them are there?” Lara asked as they approached the steps.

“Not that many left, I should think. Now that he's got the stone, von Sterbe has probably buggered off, but he'll have left a rearguard.”

“von Sterbe hasn't got it, that's why he had me tied up like that,” Lara explained.

“Really?” Sterling stopped in his tracks.

“It was already missing when I got here, and then that Nazi nincompoop started threatening to **** me if I didn't tell him where I'd put it.”

“He's rather fond of that, I'm afraid,” Sterling and Lara's conversation was intercut with brief pauses during which they checked to make sure that nobody was coming out of the staircase, “But you don't have it either, then?”

“No,” Lara only hesitated for a brief moment before lighting up her face with a cheeky smile, “You can pat me down if you like...”

“Ah,” To his credit, Sterling managed to keep a stiff upper lip. His jaw, however, did drop quite a bit, while for the briefest of moments, his eyes looked like they were about to cross.

“Perhaps...” And now there was something rather hopeful about his expression as his eyebrows shot upwards, “...later?”

“Only if you throw in a full cavity search too...” Lara purred back, before she'd had a chance to stop herself. If this indeed was 1938, then effectively telling a man that you wanted him to shove his fingers inside you might be a little forwards.

Producing a “Ngg...” as if he was trying to swallow a lump of coal, and his right leg jerking stiffly, Sterling needed a couple of seconds before he was able to assuage Lara's fears that she'd gone too far too quickly with his “Are you free this evening?”

“Uh-huh,” Lara nodded. At the moment, her calendar was pretty free for next eighty years or so.

“This afternoon's pretty open too...” Again, the words seemed to flow out of Lara's mouth. It must have been due to the adrenaline in the wake of the fight. And, well... Sterling.

“...” Sterling's eyes glazed over for a second or two, before his jaw was pushed forwards into a determined expression and his gaze became one of steely resolve, “Let's get going, Lara.”

Stepping into the tunnel sloping upwards, Lara saw something move up in the gloom at the other end of it, and squeezed off a burst that produced a scream and a figure coming tumbling down the steps. Sterling took care of his compatriot with a burst of his own half a second or so later, and then the two of them were moving up the stairs.

Four defeated ambushes and another dozen dispatched Nazis later, the pair had made their almost all the way up through the winding tomb, and Lara was left rather impressed by the grace and silence with which Sterling moved, despite his tall, muscular frame.

“So, how did you get here, Lara?” Sterling asked, as they came within view of the entrance to the tomb, and a sliver of daylight illuminated the corridor in front of them, which looked like a natural cave that had been improved upon.

“It's...” Might as well tell the truth, Lara figured, “I'm from the future.”

“Right.” Thankfully, Sterling merely looked sceptical, rather than as if he'd just decided Lara belonged in the loony bin.

“I entered this tomb back in my time, found the stone, then sparks of light were followed by darkness before I woke up being tied up and held at gunpoint by a bunch of Nazis,” Lara summarized her recent experiences, as much for her own benefit as for Sterling's, “It's been that kind of a day.”

“Not that it's been all bad, mind...” Lara quickly added, and smiled at Sterling.

“Glad to hear it,” Returning the smile, Sterling nodded towards the mouth of the cave, “Should we see about getting out of here?”

“Let's,” Lara reloaded her MP38 with well-practised ease, and the two of them set off.