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Laura
It's been a few weeks since Carmilla and Laura reunited. The two were still hanging out, along with the occasional Perry and Lafontaine. A couple weeks ago Laura had told Kirsch and Danny that Carmilla was there- who wanted to see her as soon as they got settled into college. And so, now that they were settled, tonight they were planning on heading out to Carmilla's apartment for drinks and to catch up. Laura spread the news to everyone else, offering Carmilla's address. Laura was now on her couch, her laptop pulled onto her lap as she mercilessly typed out an essay for her lit class. It wasn't due for a while, but she figured she might as well get a head start on it.
Laura was deeply into it as Taylor Swift played through her headphones when her phone buzzed. Laura sighed and turned off her music. Sorry T-Swift, lit essay. Give me a moment. Laura whipped out her phone, and her heart skipped a bit upon seeing the name lit up on her screen.
Carm: Why must organizing a party be so incredibly dull?
Laura smiled, and typed out a quick reply.
Carm: Is everyone still on for tonight? JP has been hounding me with questions all day.
Laura: As far as I know, yeah. Why? Do you need help setting up anything?
Carm: Not particularly. But if you want to swing by early you can.
Laura's eyes widened at the text for a moment. Alone, with Carmilla? No way she's going to pass that up- in a completely platonic way of course. She's excited to see her friend.
Laura: I'd be down. When?
Carm: Whenever you want. JP's out getting groceries or something. I'm alone, gay, and bored; I'll take whatever company I can get.
Laura: I'm on my way.
Laura practically leaped off her couch and to her room. She was currently wearing sweatpants and a doctor-who tee, and theres no way she's going like that. Laura rummaged through her clothes before pulling out a red plaid dress with a belt on the waist and tights. She tore off her lazy clothes and tossed the outfit on. Laura applied eyeliner and fixed her hair, making sure to look presentable but not like she was trying too hard. Laura slipped on her flats and grabbed a black-bunny sweater.
Carmilla
Carmilla laid on the floor with Mircalla sleeping on her abdomen. She was tossing an apple in the air. She didn't plan on eating it, but it was sure as hell fun to toss it around. It was a race between Laura and JP to free Carmilla of this boredom spell- or at least that's how Carmilla saw it. It was a few minutes later when she heard a knock at her door. Carmilla groaned.
She's not getting off the floor.
"It's open!" Carmilla called, hoping he was loud enough. She heard the door rattle, open and close followed by quiet footsteps. She looked to see Laura standing behind the couch, looking around for Carmilla, an adorable confused expression on her face. Carmilla smirked. How can one girl look so innocent, yet carry so much sex appeal? Carmilla shook her head. Platonically, of course. "Down here, buttercup." Carmilla said as she started to toss the apple in the air again, catching it every time. Laura jumped upon seeing Carmilla on the floor.
"Oh. Hey there, cat. Other cat." Laura teased. Carmilla sneered at how absolutely terrible that joke was. Laura smiled and giggled at her own cheesy remark. "So is this how you greet all your guests?" Laura said, taking a seat on the couch. Carmilla went to look at Laura, but all she could focus on was how she could see up her dress. Carmilla immediately averted her eyes to the ceiling.
"Only the special ones." Carmilla replied with a smirk. Laura huffed a chuckle and crossed her arms.
"You have a nice place." Laura muttered, looking around at the surrounding room. "What's your cat's name?"
"You're going to have to be more specific to which pussy you mean cutie." Carmilla has gotten used to teasing/flirting with Laura (platonically, of course), and the girl always either replies with an equally flirtatious comment/tease or the rolling of her eyes. Carmilla always played a game with herself of guessing which one it will be, and Laura never ceases to surprise her, because sometimes theres a mystery option.
"The one that girls actually like." Laura replied. Carmilla caught the apple and shot Laura a look. It's a comment this time, then. Carmilla smirked. It's on, Hollis.
"Are you saying that girls don't like me?" Carmilla challenged. Laura shrugged, and rested her elbows on her knees as she leaned forward.
"Maybe." Carmilla propped herself on her own elbows and gazed up at Laura, trying to use her infamous seduction eyes to fluster the girl.
"And what about you?" Carmilla said in a low, sultry tone, fluttering her lashes. She watched as Laura gulped, a pink reaching her cheeks, but she was quick to react.
"If you get so many girls, it shouldn't matter what I think." Laura replied, tangling her hands together as they draped between her open legs. Don't look don't look don't look. (She failed miserably).
"It's always helpful to have constructive criticism, Laura." Carmilla replied. She's crossing into dangerous territory, dangerous this-is-definitely-not-platonic territory. But with Laura on the other side, it's hard for Carmilla not to cross it. Laura smirked slightly.
"You are unbelievable." Laura said, the tension that was just building up dying down again. Carmilla took a moment to regain her breath that she didn't know she lost.
"I try to be." Carmilla replied, laying back down and tossing the apple back in the air.
"So, really. What's your cat's name?" Laura asked, whatever tension that was there completely gone now.
"Mircalla." Laura chuckled. "What?" Carmilla said. Is that an unreasonable name?
"Why did I ever think that it wouldn't be named somewhat after you?" Carmilla rolled her eyes and smiled.
"Didn't think anyone would figure that out. It was an inside joke with myself." Carmilla replied. "You can pet her if you want. She's a sweetheart." Carmilla offered as an after thought.
"Can I?" She nodded.
"Go for it." Laura pushed herself off the couch and knelt beside her. Carmilla tried to look as disaffected as possible at the close proximity between the two girls. Laura started to pet the sleeping Mircalla on Carmilla's stomach, causing the cat to purr. Carmilla tried to stifle her smile.
"She's really soft." Laura murmured, her hand mindlessly stroking the cat. A part of Carmilla's shirt was riled up slightly above her hipbone, as she noticed just then as Laura's hand kept accidentally brushing against it. Carmilla held her breath, trying to focus on the apple she was tossing around. Cool it, Karnstein. Carmilla felt her heart slowly start to pick up it's pace.
"Yeah..." Carmilla muttered breathlessly. She caught the apple and clenched hard when Laura hit a nerve on her skin. She squeezed the apple tightly in her hand, the feeling resonating even after her hand left. Did she just do that on purpose? Carmilla looked up to Laura, who seemed completely entranced by the cat. Does she even realize what she's doing to me? Carmilla shook her head and started tossing the apple in the air again. Cool. It. Karnstein. But Carmilla found her vision drifting back to Laura, her warm brown eyes, her round cheeks, her soft smile, her smooth skin. Her- OW! Carmilla's train of thoughts stopped when the apple landed and hit her head.
"Augh!" Carmilla exclaimed as the apple attacked her cheek. Laura broke into laughter and Carmilla sat up, rubbing her cheek. "What the frilly hell?" Carmilla muttered to herself, trying to sooth the pain on her cheek. Mircalla slid off of Carmilla's lap and started bumping her head below Carmilla's chin, rubbing her soft cheeks against Carmilla. Carmilla shoed the cat away.
"Damn, I didn't give apples enough credit. Who knew they'd actually hurt someone?" Laura said, chuckling a bit more. Way to go, Carmilla. Great fucking job.
"Yeah yeah." Carmilla grumbled. Laura scooted closer.
"Okay, come on Isaac Newton. Let me look." Carmilla eyed Laura warily for a moment. "My dad's an EMT, remember?" Carmilla huffed and turned her face so Laura could see her cheek. Laura grabbed Carmilla's wrist to pry her hand from the source of the pain. Laura seemed distracted by the mark, but all Carmilla was stare at was how beautiful Laura looked then. Her warm brown eyes, that soft smile, her hospitality... Carmilla missed being taken care of by Laura like she always had when they were younger. She started clearing some hair from Carmilla's face, smoothing it out. Laura always gave the nurture and care Carmilla always craved, but didn't know she did until moments like this.
"You're fine. Just a simple case of overreacting." Laura teased, smiling warmly. Carmilla couldn't move, she could only stare at the girl before her. Laura's eyes locked on Carmilla's, and wow is the world still spinning? Last time Laura held her cheek like this they almost... Laura smoothed out Carmilla's hair again and left her hand to caress her cheek, the other gently placed on Carmilla's shoulder. She stared up in adoration at Laura, who had an unfathomable expression painted on her face. What is she thinking? What am I thinking? Carmilla could feel her heart racing in her chest, and she wasn't sure if she was breathing or not. Her eyes darted to Laura's lips for a moment then back to her eyes.
No, her heart wasn't racing for reasons you'd think. Her heart was simply racing from the adrenaline of being hurt, her breath was hitching because her body thinks she's in danger from the pain on her cheek, she wants to kiss Laura because she just helped her. It's all platonic. It's not because of the way her lips are quirked into a small smirk, she's not attracted to those warm brown eyes, she definitely is not wondering what it's like to kiss Laura, she's not thinking about how they almost kiss, thinking about how it would feel to kiss her for real, and she's not wondering what her body will feel like against hers- well, she is in a platonic sense. I like the way she looks... Platonically. I'm emotionally attracted to her... Platonically. She makes me whole in a platonic sense. I'm just turned on because... She, she... She...
Oh fuck it.
Carmilla reached her hand up to tangle in Laura's hair, pulling her into a kiss. Carmilla closed her eyes and she felt as though she might burst. Any voice in the back of her mind was gone the moment their lips touched. She was driven off of a blind need for Laura; her body taking over. She felt Laura's tongue collide with hers, sending her over an edge she didn't know existed. How long has it been since this happened? How many dreams has she had where this happened? How many nights did she spend wondering if this will ever happen again? Oh my god now it's happening, and Carmilla isn't sure she's going to live through this.
She tastes so sweet...
Laura released a small moan, igniting the final spark to the fire beginning to burn inside of Carmilla. Laura lowered Carmilla to the ground, and Carmilla knew Laura had complete control over her. She could do anything she wanted to her, she could- Carmilla couldn't finish the thought when Laura grabbed the side of Carmilla's thigh, slowly running her hand down. She could do that. Carmilla bit down on Laura's lip, gently tugging her back into a kiss. The feeling of Laura's hand gingerly running down her thigh was unbearable, the way her lips worked against hers becoming torturous, her tongue becoming a drug Carmilla couldn't get enough of.
"CARMILLA! GROCERIES!" JP called. Carmilla and Laura's eyes shot open and they realized their position. Immediately, they darted away from each other. Both of their chests were heaving as they panted from the abrupt kiss. Am I gonna have a heart attack? Carmilla clenched her chest, trying to make sure her heart wasn't going to explode. Carmilla looked to Laura, who was looking back with the same panic. JP stood at the entrance of the living room with two paper bags filled to the brink in goods.
"Oh. Hey... You?" JP said, his eyes darting between the two girls. Carmilla smiled as best as she could manage at JP, slowly regaining her stamina.
"This is Laura." Carmilla said, gesturing to the caramel-haired girl. JP placed the groceries on the kitchen counter, a knowing smirk on tugging at the corner of his lips. She's going to have to try harder to get herself together, because he totally knows.
"Hi." Laura greeted with a shy wave. "Uh, do you need help with unpacking those?" She asked, gesturing to the large, brown paper bags sitting on the marble kitchen counter. Carmilla made her infamous death glare at JP, only encouraging his smirk. He perked up a bit. Don't you dare, JP.
"You know what? That'd be great!" JP said with a large smile. Laura pushed herself off the ground and dusted off her hands. JP stuck his tongue out to Carmilla before Laura could notice, and she flipped him off as Laura's back was turned to her.
"So what was happening when I was gone?" JP asked as he started to unpack the groceries. Oh you evil, evil child. Laura chuckled nervously and tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, joining JP as she unpacked the groceries.
"Talking. A lot of talking. That's all- just talking." Laura responded.
"Ah. A lot of tongue required for that?" JP said nonchalantly. Laura stilled. Carmilla felt as though she was watching a train wreck happening before her; does she play the hero, or does she sit back and watch? She spotted the way Laura's cheeks were completely red. Well, she's always been more of a villain anyway.
"For talking." Laura retaliated. JP moved to put some groceries in the fridge.
"Of course. I never said it was used for something different." Laura stilled again. Carmilla dragged her tongue across the top row of her teeth. She knows he's grinning widely, taking victory in the small, unmindful confessions from Laura. I'm going to kill this boy. I swear to the god I don't believe in. But she was too curious to see what he'd say and what Laura will do next to put a stop to it.
"Right, right." She said, blinking rapidly.
"It's interesting, isn't it? How weird our thoughts can turn." He paused, and Carmilla knew he was onto something.
"You know," JP started, and leaned against one of the counters, "I actually read this study. So they had they had two groups of women and told them they'd be auditioning for a role. The first group sat by themselves, while the second group was sat with a flirtatious, attractive male. They told each woman to go outside and meet them around the block. However," he hopped up on the counter, his legs slightly swinging- that's his mischievous look- fuck, "outside, there would be a woman carrying much too many items. Now, it was interesting at what they found. They found that the women who were with the attractive male actually went out of there way to help the woman, but the ones who were alone did not. Now, you just think that what, the women who were alone were just cruel? No, not at all actually. What they found was that, once those love chemicals start kicking in a woman's brain, and you know the whole entire lust thing starts as well, that they are actually more nurturing. Meaning they are more willing to be helpful and caring to those around them." Laura froze again. "They believe that it has to do with, you know, men having to look for a woman whose caring so they can nurture a baby back in the caveman days. So women do it sub-consciously to attract a mate. It's weird what lust can make someone do." JP grabbed a banana. "Anyway, thanks for offering to help me with the groceries. I'm sure it was just you being kind." And with that, JP hopped off the counter and glided to his room.
Carmilla face palmed. Why did she have to get stuck with a know it all? She lifted her gaze to see Laura still frozen, and she had to stifle her chuckle. I swear if Laura wasn't looking so cute right now, I'd kill him. Laura started unpacking the groceries, finishing off the first bag. Carmilla bit her lip, unsure of whether she should say something or not. Or maybe she should just threaten JP- that might be easier. She can't just leave Laura to do all the work, but it's going to be incredibly awkward to help her. Carmilla had to stop herself from groaning. Why did she have to be such a nice person?
Carmilla walked into the kitchen and started moving groceries to the fridge and to the cabinets, an agonizing awkward silence hanging between them. Laura cleared her throat.
"He seems nice." She muttered quietly. Carmilla pressed her lips into a hard line and nodded.
"Mhm." She replied. The space between the kitchen island and the counters were small, causing for the occasional accidental touch, which caused both girls to jump away. After a while they cleared out the kitchen, and for the first time Carmilla was upset she didn't have anymore work to do. Because now they had to deal with what just happened- or at least, the aftermath of it.
Laura
Really, she doesn't think she's been more uncomfortable in her life. Her roommate literally just called them out, then left them to finish the work. And now, there's no excuse not to talk. Laura's mind was racing with things to say, but all she could think about was the fact the she basically just made out with Carmilla. They stood awkwardly in the middle of the kitchen, looking at anywhere but each other. Laura fidgeted with her hands and stared down at them.
Who even initiated that kiss? Sure, Carmilla grabbed the back of her head. But Laura leant down and pulled Carmilla to her, right? Her hand was on her cheek, or was she pulled down? What would have happened if JP didn't walk in? Did they really just kiss? No, no that happened. Laura wishes that JP never walked in, but she wasn't sure if it was to save herself of the embarrassment, or if she just wanted to continue whatever the hell just happened.
"So." Carmilla said, breaking the silence. Laura lifted her head to look at Carmilla. Carmilla was wearing long-sleeved black shirt and purple jeans accompanied by a necklace. Carmilla rolled her sleeves up to her elbows, and Laura really wishes she didn't do that. Laura bit her lip, and quickly fended off the thoughts she was having.
"Um, do you know when the others are gathering around?" Gathering around? My god, Hollis. Carmilla shook her head and crossed her arms. Oh, please don't do that. Laura could see the muscles flex in Carmilla's forearms, and yeah she thinks she was still turned on and this was not helping.
"I've no clue." She needs to call someone- anyone. But how does she do that without making it seem like she wants to leave?
"Do you mind if I call Laf real quick? I forgot to tell them I left early." Carmilla nodded.
"Oh, yeah. Of course. I'll just uh, go in JP's room." Laura put on her best smile as Carmilla made her way to a room connected to the living room, then closing the door behind her. Laura took a deep breath and dialed Laf, standing as far as she could in the kitchen counter. Please, please pick up.
"Hey L. Where are you?" Laura sighed out of relief and held her palm to her forehead.
"I'm at Carmilla's. Look, okay long story short I came by early, and then we- well. Like something happened we might have kissed or something and then her roommate came home and now I'm standing in her kitchen and I'm freaking out!" Laura could literally feel Laf process what Laura just said. She could almost hear the gears working in their brain.
"I'm... I'm sorry, what?" Laura huffed.
"Come on, don't make me repeat that." Laura pleaded, pressing her forehead to the marble counter, but then picked it up. If Carmilla works at a bookstore and JP is a student, then how does she afford all this? Isn't this kind of expensive? Laura shook her head. Nope, not important right now. Put that in the file of things to investigate.
"Oh... OH. Okay, so when you... So you totally... And then you... Okay. So instead of, I don't know, call me crazy. But instead of talking to her, you shooed her away and called me?" Laura blinked a few times.
"Oh my god I'm such an idiot!" Laura exclaimed.
"Chill crushes-on-childhood-friends. I'll get there as soon as I can." Laura huffed out a breath.
"I don't-" Laura shook her head. She'll just let it go for now; she needs them to save her. "Thank you, Laf."
"Good luck Hollis." Laura hung up, and left her phone on the counter. This is terrible. What the hell do I do?
Carmilla
As soon as JP saw Carmilla enter his room he jumped, his pleased grin immediately clearing from his expression. She slowly shut the door behind her, and glared at him with a murderous look. She could strangle him, but yet again she needs answers.
"You mind telling me what the hell that little stunt was?" Carmilla growled, irritation taking over. The smirk slowly returns.
"Do you mind telling me what you guys were doing?" He rallied, placing his hands behind his head and easing back onto the bed. Carmila blushed and looked away for a moment.
"That's not the point." She snapped back. JP crossed his ankles and released a content sigh.
"You know, I knew something was fishy when I shouted and you didn't reply. Then, you greeted me normally- and with a smile. I would have maybe thought you were just trying to show off to her, until I saw both of you breathing heavy. But what really gave it away was when she offered to help me- and knowing she's gay I knew that I didn't set off her little love chemicals. So what's the scoop, Karnstein?" She narrowed her eyes at him and crossed her arms.
"Don't make her uncomfortable." Carmilla threatened. He held his hands up in a truce, and Carmilla rolled her eyes. "Look, we might have... Kissed or something. I don't know- don't be a dick about it."
"I'm not being a dick. I was simply making an observation." Carmilla rolled her eyes again and leaned against the door. "So you did kiss, huh?" Carmilla shifted her jaw side to side.
"Something like that." Carmilla replied, running a hand through her hair. God, this was insane. She kissed girls all the time. She was never one to kiss and tell, nor freak out about it. Hell, she's slept with more girls than her own age. It was just a kiss. But it was with Laura Hollis.
"You know," JP sat up a little on his bed, "I think that's a pretty good sign that she probably has non-platonic feelings for you too." Her heart fluttered.
"It's all platonic." Carmilla suddenly snapped back. He smirked and nodded his head.
"Sure it is." Carmilla rolled her eyes for the third time in the past 10 seconds- she really needs to keep track of that.
"Whatever. What do I do?" Despite her anger, she still needed his help. JP shrugged.
"You know, I think a good idea on where to start is to actually talk to her." Carmilla rolled her eyes out of habit. "She's probably waiting for you out there, so go on. Shoo." Carmilla pursed her lips. As much as she hated to admit this, but he's right. Running away won't fix anything. Judging by his look, he knows that she thinks he's right. She needs to wipe that look off his face.
"You suck." Carmilla settled with.
"Depends if I go to a gay bar or not." Carmilla grunted. There's no way she'll win with him. Admitting her defeat, Carmilla flipped him off and exited the room, making sure to be loud enough so that if Laura was still on the phone, she'd know Carmilla was there. Carmilla was surprised to see Laura on the couch with Mircalla on her lap, mindlessly stroking through her fur.
Mircalla is seriously the best wingman ever.
Carmilla watched as Laura was completely mesmerized by the cat, her hand stroking up and down. Mircalla only slept on people she trusted, and on account of her being a cat and all, she didn't trust many people, so this was truly an adorable sight. Carmilla smiled, and sat next to Laura on the couch, making sure to keep a few inches between them. She propped her elbows on her knees and clasped her hands together, letting her chin rest on her thumbs. What does she say now? Does she address the elephant in the room? Or maybe she should just address the cat in the room...
"She really likes you, you know." Carmilla muttered, watching as Laura scratched behind the cat's ears. A small smile played on her lips.
"Really?" Carmilla nodded.
"Mhm. She doesn't really sleep on people's laps- well if she doesn't trust them anyway. So she really does like you." And so do I. Carmilla shook away the thought. The cat purred and nuzzled in closer into Laura's lap, looking content.
"Well I really like the cat." Laura replied, flashing Carmilla a smile. Carmilla chuckled. "How long have you had her?"
"About two years. JP and I got her from a rescue shelter." And that was a lie- she got her two years ago from Mattie. But Laura didn't need to know about that.
"Oh. Cool." A few more moments of uncomfortable silence passed by. Well, at least they had some sort of a distraction. Thank god for Mircalla. Honestly, Carmilla doesn't know where she'd be without the cat.
"She really likes it when you pet right," Carmilla boldly moved her hand under the cats chin, gently scratching, "there." The cat started to purr and rub her head against Carmilla's hand. There hands touched for a brief moment, but Carmilla pretended as though she didn't notice. Did she feel that too? Or am I imagining things now? Carmilla wondered, feeling an electricity pulse between them. Laura giggled as the cat started kneading her paws through her dress, and Carmilla thinks she has never heard anything more pure.
"She's such a sweetheart." Laura muttered. Carmilla smiled as the girl stared down at the cat, seeming to be entranced.
"I told you so." Carmilla froze for a moment when Laura rested her head on her shoulder. She looked down at Laura, who was still mesmerized by the cat. She's done this plenty of times over the past few weeks- why is this different to Carmilla now? Oh right- because of that... Thing. Should she say something? Or will that scare her off? God, she's Carmilla Karnstein for goodness sake! She's the queen of confrontation. Carmilla opened her mouth to speak, but was rudely interrupted when a loud knock came from the door. Carmilla and Laura automatically parted.
"It's open!" Carmilla called from the couch, rising up out of it. She leaned against the reeling and watched as Lafontaine entered. "JP! COME OUT HERE!" Carmilla shouted after exchanging a wave between her and Lafontaine.
"I'M COMING!"
"GROSS!"
"NOT THAT KIND YOU," JP exited his room, "pervert." Lafontaine walked up the stairs and shared a knowing glance with JP. "Oh, hey. I know you."
"Hey. I know you too." They laughed and waved, and Carmilla relaxed a bit. Now she won't have to deal with the intimate/awkward moments shared between her and Laura.
Danny
"Babe! Come on!" Kirsch said, tugging at Danny's hand. The sign said to not walk yet, but there were no passing cars. It was a quiet day, but Kirsch was loud enough to remove any silence for the next 30 years. She rolled her eyes.
"Fine. But if we get hit by a car it's totally your fault." Kirsch smiled and tugged her across the street. Danny's eyes darted back and forth to make sure no cars were going to kill them. They crossed the street safely, and Kirsch wrapped an arm around her shoulders.
"See? We didn't die. I told you so." Danny wrapped her arm around Kirsch's waist.
"This time. But maybe we won't get so lucky next time."
"Look, if we die, you can punch me all you want." Danny scoffed.
"That doesn't- that isn't..." Danny closed her eyes for a brief moment and shook her head. Just let it go, Danny. "Okay." Kirsch kissed Danny's cheek and suddenly she wasn't so annoyed anymore.
"I'm so excited to see her! What do you think she's like now? Oh, I know I know I know! What if she's some... Some kind of ninja? Or an international super spy?" Kirsch said, bouncing around a bit.
"I'm pretty sure Laura said she worked at a bookstore..." Danny murmured.
"Yeah but that could be for cover. You can't just say you're an international super spy. That's like, common knowledge." Danny smiled and looked up to Kirsch for a second.
"And how do you know I'm not some international super spy?" Kirsch hummed, deep in thought for a moment. The way this guy's brain worked never failed to surprise nor amaze Danny. Sometimes she kicks herself in the ass for falling for someone like this, but most of the time she's glad.
"Because then you'd have to pretend to love me. And you're not pretending- right babe?" Danny pressed her lips into a hard line to hide her smile. Kirsch looked down at her with a bit of panic. "Babe?" Danny couldn't stifle her smile anymore and she broke out into a chuckle.
"Kidding!" Kirsch slapped his chest.
"Don't do that! You're gonna give a bro a heart attack." Danny laughed and watched as Kirsch recovered.
"You're an idiot sometimes, you know that?"
"Yeah, but I'm your idiot." Danny rolled her eyes.
Honestly- why did she have to fall for such a dork?
JP
JP sat on the floor cross-legged, his elbows propped up on his knees, his hands clasped in front of his face as forefingers rested on his lips. He was observing Laura and Carmilla together, trying to piece together something between the two. Carmilla couldn't have just said that they kissed so he would leave her alone- no. At the very least the two are absolutely attracted to each other- no doubt about that. They're mirroring each other's body movements, holding eye contact longer than 5 seconds, showing their necks...
He looked to Lafontaine, who was making some sort of a pun.
They have to see this too, right? Their smart enough to see this- he can't be the only one. Then again, he's the only one to pick up on things a lot of times. Being a genius was hard sometimes. Maybe Lafontaine did notice though, because why would they come early? Laura must have texted or called them at some point. Lafontaine, always there for their friends, had to have rushed here. No, something must have happened between Carmilla and Laura, otherwise they wouldn't have came here without Perry. He's seen the way they talk about her- there's no chance they would have came here without Perry unless Laura gave them a reason to.
His eyes darted back to Carmilla and Laura.
He knows he told her not to, but what if he just ran a couple tests? His hypotheses were killing him- especially at the fact that he can't test them without Carmilla wigging out on him- but it's only a defensive reaction because she feels threatened. Why? Another hypothesis added, another one he was just itching to test out.
But how can he get away with it?
He can't. There's no way Carmilla would allow him to do anything, and she knows all his tricks... Isn't there something he can do? There has to be. He only has reasonable suspicion to something happening between Carmilla and Laura... But yet again they've acted this way since they first reconnected. He knows briefly of what occurred between the two girls, and Laura keeps looking from Carmilla's eyes to below her neck- another sign of attraction. God, this was a slow, painful death to JP.
He wants whats best for Carmilla; he always has. She's like a younger sister to him, and he wants to watch over her. Sometimes she cant handle herself, so he does his best to do it for her- discreetly of course. He'd never hear the end of it if she found out all the he does for her.
But Laura seems trustworthy enough- no, she's completely genuine. It's clear she cares deeply for Carmilla; it's past a physical attraction. And he hasn't seen Carmilla smile that wide since she was with Ell... And he knows thats where this overprotectiveness lies with him about this whole thing. He doesn't want to see her hurt like that. She fucked her up- and she fucked her up bad. Laura needs to know of Carmilla's past, but it's not his place to say anything. This has to come from Carmilla... But it's hard for him to fight the urge to stand in front of Carmilla and protect her. With how happy she looks around Laura- he'd hate for something terrible to happen, because Carmilla can never seem to catch a break.
He sighed and leaned back on his palms. Carmilla made some comment, causing Laura to laugh. JP watched the small smirk that happened on Carmilla's face as she took victory in making Laura laugh.
He'd just have to prevent her from fucking up for now.
Laura
It's been about two hours since the... Incident. Everyone was there now. Somewhere in the hours they all pushed the table out of the way and decided to sit in a circle on the floor. They had music playing in the background off the TV. They couldn't decide between classic rock, indie, or pop, so they ended up going with some alternative station. Empty beer bottles and cups were scattered about, the childhood friends taking turns reminiscing about old times. Laura had Camilla to her right and JP to her left, who was surprisingly silent most of the night. She got the feeling that he was watching her, but had too much alcohol in her system to care. Lafontaine grabbed the bottle that became known as the "talking bottle", meaning if you had it, it was your turn to share an old childhood memory.
"Okay, okay guys I got one." They pressed their hand on their knee and swayed a bit. "Town Day. These two," Lafontaine gestured between Laura and Carmilla, "made kissy kissy." If Laura's cheeks weren't already red from the alcohol they sure as hell were now. She gave them the death glare, causing them to giggle.
"No way! You bros kissed?" Kirsch said, astonished. Perry joined Lafontaine's giggle, and Laura felt the heat reach her neck.
"Yeah." Laura squeaked out. Curious of her reaction, Laura peeped at Carmilla stealthily out of the corner of her eye. (Seriously, she should be an FBI Agent- she's so sneaky). Laura was shocked at seeing Carmilla. Was Carmilla... Embarrassed? Her cheeks were slightly tinted red, her eyebrows strained, and she was chewing on her bottom lip. Laura couldn't tell what Carmilla was feeling, but she knew she's never seen Carmilla look that way. So, Laura shoved aside her own bashfulness and decided to take the pressure off of her drunken friend.
"No biggie though. We were like," Laura pinched her thumb and forefinger together, "this big. We were tiny little kids back then." Laura leaned back on her palms. "Actually Kirsch, what were you doing on Town Day?" Kirsch grinned and looked at Danny.
"Holding hands with this one." He said, nudging Danny with his elbow. Danny blushed slightly and sneered at him, and they started to half bicker, half talk lovey-dovey with each other. Good. She got the pressure off of Carmilla- she thinks. Laura turned to look at Carmilla to see her staring down at her crossed legs, her hands fidgeting. Aw, oh my gosh. She looks like a lost kitten. Is she always this adorable? Laura nudged Carmilla with her shoulder, smiling widely at her. Carmilla lifted her gaze to Laura and smiled shyly back.
"You good?" Laura mouthed. Carmilla nodded, and Laura smiled again. She really had no excuse to look at her now, but she couldn't pry her eyes away from her. Her eyes are so dark, but so full of light. Laura wonders how Carmilla does it; and how she manages to look so stunning. I can't believe I kissed her- twice. Or, thrice. Or, technically, multiple times. Can I do it again? A loud laugh from Kirsch reminds her that there are other people in the room, and she's snapped out of her daze. Laura looked back to the group and rejoined the conversation. Gonna pretend I never had that thought.
Another hour zoomed by between the drunken group, and at this time things were getting a little crazy. Everyone was up and dancing by the time Sacrilege by the Yeah Yeah Yeahs came on- that was nearly an half hour ago. Danny and Kirsch were currently fighting over the remote, Kirsch trying to dance while they did, Lafontaine doing an awkward sway, and Perry, JP and Carmilla, in their own mini mosh pit. Laura stood there and watched the group, laughing to herself. Kirsch flipped on the Pop station and held the remote high above his head.
"Oh come on, this song sucks!" Danny exclaimed, trying to reach for the remote.
"Nah man- this is a classic!"
"One Direction is not a classic!" Danny barked back, trying to climb up Kirsch's arms. Kirsch tossed the remote on the couch and grabbed Danny by the hand, using the other to wrap around her waist.
"Everybody wanna steal my girl!" He belted out along with the song.
"This is terrible." Danny replied as Kirsch forced her to dance with him.
"Everybody wanna take her heart away!" He started moving around the room with her, and Danny couldn't hide the giggle. They continued like that, Kirsch acting like a goof while Danny failed to hide her smiles and laughs. Laura smiled to herself and watched the whole thing go down. In some weird way, they were perfect for each other.
Laura looked to the mosh pit happening, watching as JP, Perry, and Carmilla threw their bodies together and raved. She chuckled. Perry was a completely different person with alcohol in her system- and boy oh boy was it entertaining. Laura watched Carmilla, how her hair flew every which way, her body flinging around and smashing into others. How can she manage to look beautiful even when she's in a mosh pit?
The song came to a close, and then Promiscuous Girl started to play. Laura and Carmilla met gazes, and suddenly Laura felt all warm inside. Carmilla's eyes darkened, and a smirk played on her lips. There was something dancing behind her eyes as she stared at Laura, and it made herfrozen in place. The trance was broken when Carmilla grabbed Laura's hand.
"Dance with me!" She exclaimed, tugging Laura into the fiasco. Carmilla's hands moved to Laura's hips, and Laura draped her arms over Carmilla's shoulders. Perry was jumping and pelvic thrusting Lafontaine, who kept trying to scurry away. Kirsch and Danny were still waltzing about the room, arguing over Pop music, and JP...
Where'd he go?
Laura didn't have the capacity to finish the thought as Carmilla started pressing their hips together, both dancing against each other. Carmilla's hands started wandering about Laura's lower back, and she bit her lip. Carmilla stared wickedly into her eyes, and Laura felt entranced. What is she thinking? Carmilla's lips curled into a menaced smirk, completely distracted by Laura. Laura moved her hips in Carmilla's hands as they moved their bodies against each other in a rhythm.
It didn't take long for Laura to loose her breath, because wow Carmilla was really good with her hands, and her hips, and do her eyes always look like that? She felt her heart accelerate, her body sparking alive. Laura's intentions quickly turned dark, feeling bold with the alcohol in her system.
Screw it.
Carmilla
Carmilla couldn't look away from Laura as she bit her lip, feeling the way her hips worked in her hands, against her body. Theres something so... Sexual, about her. Carmilla could only drink in the sight of Laura, the feeling of her. She liked what was happening, and the alcohol invading her system was making her bolder than she thought she could be. The music only added to this affect, making her feel like she was on some sort of ecstasy. Laura leaned in close so her lips were right next to Carmilla's ear.
"I think I left something in the bedroom." Laura whispered, slowly pulling off her sweater. Carmilla watched intently as she dropped her sweater to the floor. This girl was going to be the death of her- wait did she just say the bedroom?
"Race you." Carmilla challenged. Laura smirked and the two took off to Carmilla's bedroom, trying to shove past each other. Carmilla beat Laura to the door, but Laura got into the bedroom first. Carmilla barely had anytime to react because Laura had her pinned against the door, her hands on Carmilla's hips. Carmilla felt like she was under some sort of spell. Is Laura a witch? Carmilla will have to check that out later.
Carmilla cupped the back of Laura's neck, the other hand moving to her back. They stared into each other's eyes for a moment, both clouded in lust. Laura leaned in to kiss Carmilla, their lips about to reconnect when a banging on the door interrupted them.
"Carmilla! Your phone's going crazy!" She heard JP call from the outside. Whatever spell she was under broke in a moment. The two girls realized what was about to happen, and jumped away from each other. Carmilla turned and opened the door, JP standing there with that what-the-hell-are-you-doing look. Oh boy. Carmilla thought. JP motioned her outside and Carmilla followed, Laura rejoining the crowd.
They stood in the kitchen, and JP crossed his arms, making sure they were far enough away so no one could here.
"Where's my phone?" Carmilla asked, confused at the absence of her technology friend.
"Sorry for the clitoference, but I'm not letting you screw things up with Laura from a drunken mistake." JP said lowly. Carmilla sighed and rolled her eyes.
"We weren't gonna do anything." Carmilla was a terrible liar; always has been. And this was no different. JP cocked his eyebrows and narrowed his eyes at her.
"You'll thank me eventually." Carmilla scoffed and moved back to the crowd. At this time, a Justin Timberlake song was playing, and there was no way in hell she'd ever grind to a JT song. JP got lucky with her change of heart, and everyone cooled it with the dancing and started talking again. (But what would've happened if JP didn't stop them? Carmilla can only wonder in secret).
Slowly, one by one everyone piled out. Kirsch stepping into be Danny's "dude-scort" (which Carmilla thought was hilarious. Has he ever considered being a comedian?), and Laf, less drunk the crowd, promised to keep Laura and Perry in check while they walked back home.
It was left with Carmilla, JP, and Mircalla. Not wanting to be patronized by JP again, Carmilla decided to go to bed, not bothering to change out of her clothes. She'll think about tonight later on. Right now, it's nearly 2 in the morning and she's exhausted.
Maybe she'll see Laura again in her dreams.