Every Friday night since Carmilla and Laura started dating, there had been movie night. Which was their excuse to go to the movie theater and hold hands in the back row while Carmilla tried not to nod off, and Laura grew ecstatic every time the movie had to do with Marvel.

Once they were able to purchase Netflix though, movie night was pushed to Sunday nights, and Fridays became the new Netflix night. They still made a point to see all of their friends on Saturdays.

"Carm, what will it be tonight? More of The 100 or Grey's Anatomy?" Laura asked from the living room, getting comfortable on the couch and pulling a blanket over her legs.

"Whichever one has that hot blonde in it."

"Gonna have to be a bit more specific than that."

"The one with all of the woods."

"The 100 it is." Laura said, setting it up on Netflix so that all she had to do was press play.

Carmilla rounded the couch, getting ready to sit down, when Laura zeroed in on her pants.

"Oh no you don't."

Carmilla raised a brow, "Excuse me?"

"You wear those pants when you think you're going to get head." Laura said sternly, pointing at Carmilla's baggy sweatpants.

Carmilla chuckled, "Are you sure you're not projecting, miss flannel-with-the hole-in-the-crotch pants?"

Laura gapped, pulling the blanket further up her body, "I don't know what you're talking about."

Carmilla rolled her eyes, sitting down and pulling the blanket so it covered her as well. "I wear these pants every time we watch Netflix."

"Which is why I know exactly what you're up to." Laura held the clicker like a vice.

"Well we don't have to have sex cutie, just put the show on."

Laura quickly pressed play, "Fine."

Not even ten minutes later, as they're watching Clarke Griffin run through the woods, Carmilla spoke up, "So what's actually happening in this show?"

"Carm, we're like eight episodes in!"

"Well I'm sorry, it's kind of hard to hear the dialogue over your moans." Carmilla teased, looking at her girlfriend out of the corner of her eye.

Laura's cheeks reddened, "I don't know what's happening either."

"Want to just fuck then?" Carmilla asked, fingers skimming over the blanket to reach Laura's hand.

Laura sighed, "This is the last time we have sex instead of watching Netflix."

"Whatever you say cutie."

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"You wore them last week!"

"Yes, but they were originally mine." Carmilla reasoned.

"I don't care they're soft, and besides you know I'll give you head too." Laura said, holding the baggy sweatpants against her chest.

"That's not the point." Carmilla pouted, arms crossed and hair in a bun, she seriously looked like a kicked kitten.

"Yes it is you just want to go first."

"I don't need the pants for you to go down on me first." Carmilla scoffed, her voice full of amusement.

"Exactly, so why do you always do this?" Laura complained. She was standing in her underwear and glaring at her girlfriend in frustration.

"Because it's the idea of the pants that make it hotter."

"What are you, a thirteen year old boy?"

"Please, I last longer than a thirteen year old boy." Carmilla retaliated.

Laura smirked, "My tongue begs to differ."

Carmilla gapped before quickly regaining her footing in the conversation, "Exactly, I can get you to beg any day of the week."

"Oh really? Is that a bet I hear?"

"What is with you always making a game out of our sex life?" Carmilla groaned.

"Maybe it's because I get bored."

Carmilla raised a brow, ripping the pants out of Laura's hands, and directing her towards the bed, pushing her back onto it. "Bored huh? Well we certainly can't have that."