How did you two get in this position? long story. Sum it all up to the fact that you slipped, she slipped, rope slackened, both fell deep into crevice where service barely reached. She phoned for help, and it’s on the way.

Soon? No.

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“Fuck- don’t move.”

Lara hisses sharp, as shards of rock scrape down her back. Leaving dark, angry, red lines standing out against tanned skin. Allowing her little moving room as you’re pressed snug against her chest, every inch of your back welded to her front. chest-to-back, pelvis-to-ass.

Her muscles ache from the strain of holding herself up— and, maybe, just maybe, something else.

“Actually- goddamnit. move your, yeah, that’s it. Christ, this fuckin’ sucks.”

Her forehead falls on your shoulder, defeated. Sneaking in the moment to press her nose to your nape, subtle but not unnoticed. Lips pressed to your shoulder, soft.

.. she could make the best out of this.