"You make me want to love, hate, cry, take,
every part of you.
You make me want to scream, burn, touch, learn every
part of you."
-'Shadow Preachers' by Zella Day

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Laura had had enough. Between the various bloody discarded objects, and the lack of clothing in front of not only her, but her friends as well, Laura was fed up with Carmilla's teasing. Laura knew that she had been wearing love goggles for the past month or so, but no way was Carmilla ever this messy. It was like she was waiting for Laura to snap, which was most likely the case considering she would look over at the shorter girl before doing anything that could be considered irritating.

The undressing was the last straw though, it had been a week since the break up, and Laura thought she was going to die from sexual frustration. It's not like she had a huge sex drive before she dated Carmilla, but when you date someone who was practically dripping sex appeal at all hours of the day, well you couldn't help but become addicted to it.

Laura never would have thought she would long for the feel of Carmilla's fingers stroking her most intimate of places, her lips flush against every expanse of skin she could find. Laura never thought she would miss kissing so much, or being held the way only Carmilla understood how.

It wasn't just the sex Laura missed, and she figured that she shouldn't have asked Carmilla to stay if she couldn't handle seeing her all the time, but words had flooded out of her mouth before she could run them through her head, and part of her didn't regret the wish at all. She didn't know what she would've done if Carmilla had left her entirely. At least this way she still had her in her life, even if it was as if the past semester they had shared together never even happened.

Right now though, Laura wouldn't waste any more time thinking about how much she missed the stupid vampire, instead she would take matters into her own hands.

If Carmilla wanted to tease, surely she could handle a little taste of her own medicine.

Laura quickly skimmed through Carmilla's side of the closet, looking specifically for the knee high socks the darker haired girl worshiped so much, remembering a time where Carmilla begged her not to take them off. She paired the socks with a pair of shorts and the moon phase muscle tee shirt. She brushed her hair up into a high pony tail to show off her neck, and then made her way downstairs where she knew Carmilla was sleeping like the dead on the couch.

Laura had remembered seeing Carmilla earlier that morning wandering into the room in suspenders, and although Laura had never seen them before, her mind did wonders imagining all the ways they could come in handy.

She shivered at the memory of Carmilla saying that the caution tape wouldn't keep her from having dreams about certain vampires, and if it hadn't been for the innuendo dripping from her lips, Laura would have just brushed it off as a jab towards the nightmares she had last semester. Instead, Laura had quickly scoffed and turned her head to hide the blush that had quickly taken residence in her cheeks. Carmilla must've known somehow that Laura was having an unholy amount of wet dreams involving them both in many positions that Carmilla had promised during lulls in their love making.

Laura moved about the room, checking to make sure she had turned off her camera for the night. She had left it on by accident the last time it was on, and she had nearly drained the battery for it. She could hear Carmilla shift on the couch, quiet mumblings escaping her lips as she turned on her side in her sleep.

Laura thought of a way to wake her, eyes zoning in on the blanket that was slipping off of Carmilla and onto the floor. She could remember Carmilla waking easily in the middle of the night whenever Laura tried to steal the blanket back from her. She walked over to the couch, pulling the blanket up off of the floor and began to fold it, and just as she had suspected, Carmilla woke a moment later grumbling about it being cold.

"What was that, Carm?" Laura asked innocently, placing the blanket on the arm of the couch near the vampire's feet.

Carmilla cracked an eye open, staring up at Laura who was standing over her. She had a choice of colorful teasing on the tip of her tongue, but all was forgotten when she took in Laura's little outfit. "Why are you wearing my clothes, creampuff?" She nearly growled, her eyes skating up and down Laura's legs.

Laura smirked, shrugging. "All my clothes needed to be washed."

Carmilla swallowed, sitting up on the couch. "Is that so?"

Laura nodded, her own eyes roaming over Carmilla's features, her dark curls wild after her nap, suspenders slipping off of one shoulder.

Carmilla shook her head, knowing exactly what Laura was playing at. "You know, you can't beat me at my own game, cupcake."

Laura raised a brow, lifting a leg to straddling Carmilla's legs and running a finger along the underside of a suspender. "You think so?"

Carmilla nodded, fighting the urge to look at Laura's lips. "I know so."

"Hmm." Laura hummed, bringing up her other hand to grab the other suspender, tugging Carmilla closer. "Maybe I'm not playing games at all, maybe I miss you." She looked up through her lashes to see Carmilla biting her lip and staring at her own jutted out bottom lip. Laura decided to continue, knowing just exactly how much Carmilla appreciated her dirty talk. "I've been having quite a few dreams about this moment."

"Yeah?" Carmilla asked breathlessly, hoping upon hope that Laura would go into detail about said dreams. "Care to share?"

Laura grinned, her hands leaving the suspenders and meeting at the fastener of Carmilla's pants. "It always starts the same, you're on your back, my head between your legs." Laura spoke lowly, her fingers playing with the zipper. "The dreams always leave me dripping for you, Carm. My panties soaked, my clit throbbing, just begging for you to wrap your lips around it."

Carmilla's mouth went dry, as a low whimper slipped out. Her cheeks flushing pink, thanks to the blood she had drank earlier on in the day.

"I had to touch myself considering you were all the way down here last night. Do you know how awful it is to go back to masturbating after being fucked? To know what your tongue feels like inside my cunt, your lungs fighting you for air out of habit when you were buried face first in me. God Carm, my fingers aren't enough to make my toes curl anymore." Laura continued, her voice deep as she ground down into Carmilla's hips.

Carmilla groaned, her tongue poking out to wet her lips. "I could help now you know, make you forget all about the past week."

Laura chuckled, her hands smoothing up beneath Carmilla's white tank top. "I don't know, do you think you deserve to taste me after everything you've done, teasing me?" She ground down again, biting back a moan of her own.

Carmilla clenched her eyes shut before opening them, "It was wrong of me, I should've never teased you in front of your friends."

Laura nodded, nails dragging up and down the vampire's abdomen. "You're damn right it was. Maybe I should fuck you, you'd get too much pleasure out of fucking me."

Carmilla gulped, afraid to speak.

"Or I could just fuck myself in front of you, just out of your reach." Laura debated. She leaned closer to Carmilla, pressing her breasts into her own, lips hovering just above Carmilla's. Poking out her tongue, she caressed Carmilla's bottom lip, before pulling back. "Either way, I guess I'll make that decision later, I'm awfully tired right now."

Carmilla watched wide-eyed as Laura climbed off of her lap and stood up. "Where are you going?"

Laura smirked, beginning to walk away and head back upstairs. "Clean up your shit, and then we'll talk."

Carmilla groaned, thumping her head back onto the couch. "Tease!"

"Takes one, to know one!" Laura shouted back, the bedroom door shutting behind her.