Really sorry about the delay in this chapter!
Was on holiday and uni started back, which is always fun...
Just a fair warning, there are some sexual scenes coming up, so I would be wary if you read on. This why I changed the fic to an M rating.
I've missed getting reviews! Some reviews on this chapter would be nice! :)
Enjoy! :D
(P.S. If you're confused about timeline, this is after chapter nine ;) )

"Son of a bitch," exclaimed Eddie, throwing his cards onto the table, "You got me again!"

"You mess with fire, you get burned, my man," Brown mused as he took his winnings off of the table. This was the fourth game out of the ten that had been played that he had won. No one was too enthusiastic about another game.

"I'm done with this, man," Eddie took a swig of his drink, "What's the fuckin' time?"

Orange glanced at his watch, "A little after two."

"Well, I'm callin' it a night there," stated Joe, downing the rest of his whisky and standing up. He straightened his jacket and looked at all of the faces around the table. "I don't want you ramblers to be up too much longer either! We got a big day ahead of us tomorrow."

At his words, the nerves of tomorrow's events seemed to sink in for Lara as she gathered up her money and put her winnings in her purse. She had won two games, and made a small profit, much to the surprise of the men.

"Nah, I'll be joining you, Joe." White swirled his whiskey in his glass, "Just gonna finish this, then head up."

"I want you all in smart suits tomorra," remembered Joe, "And Green," Lara turned and faced him, "Something sensible."

Lara put a hand on her chest in mock hurt as the men smirked at Joe's remark, "I always do."

Joe laughed as he vacated the table and left the room. Mr Pink finished his beer and left shortly after him, followed by Blue and White, as he had intended.

Within ten minutes, Eddie, Blonde, Orange and Lara were the only ones left at the table, sharing a conversation about the planned robbery.

"It's something I'm looking forward to," admitted Blonde, "Good rush."

"Well, yeah," agreed Lara, "The rush was one of the reasons I took the job. The money is always a nice bonus, of course."

"It needs to be a bonus with you, Green," Eddie quipped, "I've seen how much you spend on shoes and cigarettes."

"I'll definitely agree with you on the latter," smirked Orange, taking a draw from his own cigarette. "You could smoke for America!"

Lara laughed in agreement, taking a sip of her fifth martini. She was starting to feel tipsy; perhaps it wasn't the best idea to keep drinking before a big job.

"I'm gonna turn in," Blonde stood up from the table, "See you all bright and early tomorrow morning."

"Hang on, I'll jump up with ya." Eddie downed his vodka, and stood up with Blonde. Lara and Orange watched as they left the room together, elbowing each other in the rib cage and tackling one another out of the door.

"Don't you kids stay up too late!" Called Blonde, before Eddie grabbed him in a headlock, and pulled him away from view.

"So how long have you known Nice Guy?" asked Orange. "The way you talk to each other, it's like you've known him a while."

"I have, since I was really young." Lara finished the rest of her martini, "We've gotten closer over the years. He's a good friend."

Lara stared at the bottom of her empty martini glass, which caught Orange's attention. He gently placed a hand on her arm, and leaned in closer to her, "You want another?"

Lara giggled at his words, "Are you trying to get me drunk? I suppose, it wouldn't take much…"

Orange smiled at her, his hand still placed on her arm. Lara began to feel shivers crawl slowly towards her spine as she registered what he was doing. She looked up into his face, his eyes half-closed, his lop-sided smile returning, butterflies in her own stomach fluttering about madly.

Lara returned his smile, "I have to get to bed. Don't want to upset Joe."

"No, we don't want that." Orange stood up and offered a hand to Lara, which she gladly accepted. "I'll walk you to your room?"

Lara felt her cheeks flush, "That would be nice."

"Seriously?"

"Yup," Lara answered as their soft laughter filled the halls, "Only time I've spent in jail. I've never drove without checking my tail lights since. Impressive, huh?"

"I'll say," agreed Orange.

They arrived at Lara's room, and she took out her keys from her purse. After some drunken effort, she succeeded in getting them in the lock, and smiled triumphantly at Orange, who merely smirked at her.

"Thank you, for the lovely five-minute walk, Orange," slurred Lara, wobbling slightly.

Orange caught her arm, smiling, "My pleasure, Green."

She turned to leave, but stopped in her tracks, looking at him curiously, "What's your real name?"

He feigned terror at her question, "We're not supposed to say!"

She slapped his arm, "I'll tell you mine, if you tell me yours."

Orange slowly and skillfully snaked his arms over Lara's, and used his thumbs to rub them. His face seemed to sadden very briefly, before he looked at her again, his goofy smile returning.

"Freddy."

Lara smiled softly at him, tucking a lose strand of hair behind her ear, "Lara."

Strong emotions seemed to pass between the two of them as the now-renamed Freddy played with the strand of hair she had just tucked away. Whether it was their flirtatious smiles, their locked gazes, or the fact that they now knew each other's names, they didn't know. It was like an electric spark, symbolising that it was alright to do whatever they wanted to each other. Both of them wanted the same thing.

It was Lara who made the first move, grabbing Freddy's white t-shirt with surprising ferocity and connecting his lips with hers. They were soft and warm, with the slightest hint of whisky on his breath. She didn't care, she was in the moment, enjoying his warmth as much as he was enjoying hers.

Their breathing began to get louder and more ragged as they began to use their hands, exploring each other's faces and bodies. Lara stroked Freddy's face, relishing the feel of his stubble on the palms of her hands. She felt his hands on her lower back, pressing her harder into him, as he couldn't seem to get enough of her.

Lara moved a hand over to the doorknob and pushed down awkwardly, causing them both to fall clumsily to the floor in Lara's room. They both laughed as Freddy kicked the door shut, and moved on top of Lara, resuming the kissing from outside.

Lara groaned into Freddy's mouth as he mounted her, one hand on the back of her neck whilst the other was exploring her legs. Freddy stroked her thigh, her smooth tights interfering with the skin underneath she desperately wanted him to touch. She could feel his eagerness too, as he began to lower her tights off of her.

He interrupted their kissing session and grinned as he threw her tights to the other side of the room. She sat up, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him into her, groaning again when his tongue entered her mouth.

Without warning, Freddy lifted Lara up, bridal style, and walked over to the bed, his lips still locked upon her own. He broke the kiss, much to Lara's dismay, until he winked at her, and dropped her onto the bed. He tore off his leather jacket, and crawled onto the bed to join her, Lara grabbing hold of his t-shirt once again.

She could feel his hand touch her inner thigh, moving upwards towards her area. Her intake of breath when Freddy gripped her underwear pleased him, and he dragged them down her legs, slowly, teasingly, appreciating the way Lara arched her back to help him.

Once said item was removed, Lara sat up and pulled his white t-shirt off of him, revealing his slim, toned body. Lara began to caress his torso, sliding her hands over his chest and towards his back, a slight sheen of sweat on his skin to aid her exploration. He moaned as she touched him, and she loved the sound of it.

She grabbed his shoulders and roughly pushed him down onto the mattress so that she was now straddling him, unravelling her long auburn hair out of its messy bun. Gently, she scratched the sides of his body, Freddy moaning in pleasure as she teased him. Reaching the top of his trousers, Lara unbuckled the belt that was nothing more than an inconvenience at the present moment, and removed his trousers, Freddy watching her as she continued to undress him.

With all but his underwear removed, Freddy reached for the zipper on the back of Lara's dress, pulling it down and sliding the dress over her head and tossing the garment to the floor. Lara reached around to unclip her bra herself, saving Freddy the bother, and was delighted when his eyes widened in excitement as she showed her breasts to him.

Freddy did like her breasts; there was no denying that any man who wouldn't certainly had some issues, but it was Lara's hips and backside that he couldn't seem to take his eyes off of. She had a perfectly peach-shaped bottom, and an hourglass figure which Freddy was growing to like a lot. His hands seemed to have a mind of their own when they reached out to grip her bottom, and she began to swirl her hips around over his length.

Lara could feel his erection become more firmer as she kept moving herself over him. He couldn't stop groaning, his eyes closing and his body squirming as she continued. She decided she had had enough of teasing him, and hopped off of him to take off his underwear.

They were now completely exposed in front of each other, and didn't mind at all; all they could think about was how much they were attracted to the other.

Lara had had enough, her sexual urge becoming to much to handle. She straddled Freddy again, and leaned down towards his ear, whispering seductively to him:

"Do you want this as much as I do?"

"Since I first set eyes on you in that bar," he groaned. He ran his hands through her long hair, meeting her gaze.

Without much warning, she lowered herself onto him, both of their gasps filling the small room. She moved on top of him, up and down and in circles; everything she did seemed to make Freddy go crazy with ecstasy.

They continued like this for a few moments, Freddy gripping Lara's hips with such desperation. Every time she made their pelvises meet, he pushed up further into her, pulling her hips onto him. Her hips really drove him wild; they were so perfect.

Freddy felt a sudden urge to be in control of the moment. He loved what Lara was doing, but wanted to know what she was like as the submissive one. In one quick move, Freddy stopped Lara's movements, much to her confusion, and turned them both over, so that he was now on top of her. Lara smirked at his action.

"Someone wants to be in charge?"

Orange had his arms wrapped around her back securely as he positioned himself above her and winked.

He shoved his length into her, her mouth gaping in delightful shock as he rammed into her with pleasurable force. He moved one of his hands to grip her backside, able to pump into her harder and more steadily.

Lara's back began to arch as she felt her orgasm approach. She could tell Freddy was not far behind, as his breathing became more rushed and sporadic. She wrapped her arms around his neck, bringing his face closer to her own, as she started to tease him again, knowing it would send him over the edge.

She bit his ear softly, feeling his body shake at the contact. She dug her nails into his back, and bucked her hips higher to meet with his own. It wasn't long before the both of them hit their orgasm, their cries filling the small room as Lara's tightening area pleasured Freddy even more, as he slammed his hips into her own and slowed as he emptied himself inside her.

He rested his head on top of her shoulder blade, removing himself from within her. Their bodies were sticky with sweat as they lay there holding each other, listening to their breathing and feeling each other's pulse. Freddy rolled off of her and remained next to her, his arm underneath her neck.

Lara shifted to lie on his chest, one arm over his body. Her hair was damp from the sweat of their encounter, and it stuck to both their skins. They didn't care, the both of them laying in the moment as Freddy pulled the covers over them both.

Lara glanced up at him, "I hate that this can't last."

Orange furrowed his brow at her, "Why not?"

"The job tomorrow. If anyone knows what the two of us have done, Joe'll kill us."

Orange brought his other arm around her, kissing her forehead to comfort her, "Who says they've got to know?"