Waking up was never your strong point. Especially if it involved blaring noises and a warm and cozy bed, with a weight pressed into your waist?
Opening your eyes quickly, you realized you were staring at an alarm clock. One that you had never seen before in your life let alone set. You heard a groan beside you, "Turn it off." You froze, was that? You looked down at the pressure on your waist to find a pale arm wrapped around you. "Laura I'm serious, turn it off."
You were too afraid to look, so you busied yourself with trying to figure out how to turn the alarm off. But of course it had to be one of those new techy ones that didn't shut off with a slap to the top of it. There was a heavy sigh behind you as the mattress dipped, and suddenly that pale arm was reaching over you and turning off the alarm. Again you caught yourself not breathing as a pair of lips skimmed your shoulder…your bare shoulder. Come to think of it, you didn't think you had any clothes on at all if the silky feel of the sheets in certain places had anything to say about it.
iWhat the fuck is going on, where were you, and why were you naked in bed with Carmilla?/i
Your assumptions were soon proven to be correct as the same pale hand snaked its way back around your waist and pulled you to face the owner of it. You were met with Carmilla's sleepy face, one you had seen everyday around five in the afternoon while you were usually working on homework.
"Rough morning?" She asked, her voice husky and lilting in a harsh yet soft tone.
"What?" You weren't even sure what you had uttered was audible.
"Well you seemed to have forgotten how to turn our alarm off, thought maybe you had a little bit of a heavy sleep or something." Carmilla's hand was running over the covers, moving up and down your side, distracting you.
Before you could say anything else, Carmilla shrugged, "Well, I'll get the first shower, unless you feel like continuing the happenings of last night in there?" She teased, slipping out from beneath the covers and oh yes, that was her bare ass greeting you as she walked across the room towards what you assumed was the bathroom.
You quickly looked away, feeling your cheeks redden. You ignored her, thinking it best. After all she hated you, or she idid/i. Something was off about her though; she seemed…happy, happy and smiling at you?
You shook your head, quickly climbing out of the bed yourself and throwing on the robe hanging off of the chair in front of the vanity. Upon closer look though as you were tying it closed, you noticed there were photos stuck along the edges of the mirror. Pictures of you and Carmilla grinning in a photo booth, another of you sticking your tongues out and wiggling your ears, and another of Carmilla kissing your cheek. Another set of photos were of you and Carmilla sitting across one another at the diner across from Silas, and laughing. The last photo was more of like a staged holiday photo of sorts, with you and Carmilla both in ugly Christmas sweaters while sitting alongside LaF, Perry, Danny, and Kirsch on a couch, all appearing to be mid-laugh.
You heard the water turn on in the bathroom, causing you to jump. Straightening up you left the weird bedroom and out into a hallway, a hallway with hardwood flooring and a railing that led to a staircase. Taking the stairs downstairs to the first floor, you gasped at the floor plan of the house. Everything was just so open and well polished and beautiful, modern even. It was a long ways from your cramped dorm room.
But how was this possible? How were you here in what you were beginning to assume was you and Carmilla's home?
Moving a hand up to run through your hair, you stop halfway to see a silver band around your left ring finger. Oh no. Oh no, no, no, ino/i. You and Carmilla were imarried/i?
Before you could stop hyperventilating long enough to start searching through drawers and cabinets for further evidence as to what the actual fuck is going on, you hear someone coming down the stairs.
"I see you stole my robe again." Carmilla said in greeting as she passed you on the way into the kitchen.
You didn't know what to do. Should you say something? You knew from movies that if you disrupted time it could cause massive destruction and a complete unraveling of the whole universe.
"Seriously babe, I know you hate to get ready in the morning, but you have that big conference meeting this morning." Carmilla's voice carried out of the kitchen and over to you.
"Conference meeting?" You find yourself asking, there were just too many questions at this point, and this one seemed the least harmless.
Carmilla spoke as she began to make coffee, "Yeah, you couldn't shut up about it over dinner last night remember? It's a big one too, with that fashion designer dude that you think is behind all of that investment fraud."
Watching her make coffee was weird, it gave you a weird wash of déjà vu, as if this universe you were keen on watching Carmilla make coffee, and what was that feeling in your gut? She was just making coffee; it wasn't like she was rescuing a puppy or anything.
Shaking off the weird tingly feeling, you move your feet into the kitchen. "What about you?"
"What do you mean, what about me?" Carmilla asked, her voice full of amusement. She turned to look at you as she pulled two thermoses down from the cabinet. "I have class in an hour."
Class? She was still a student? She couldn't be, she was a year older than you, and if you had this job with a conference meeting and were married, clearly you both must have graduated. Judging by her pencil skirt, black heels, and white button up though; she was a professor maybe, someone of authority at least.
She fills both thermoses before handing you one and leaning in to press a kiss to your lips. You flinched at the last second, causing Carmilla to pull back with a raised eyebrow.
"Morning breath." You quickly say, dramatically covering your mouth with your hand.
Carmilla smirks, "Laura Hollstein, I've been kissing you with morning breath for eight years now."
You fake a cough, "Well then I'm sick, you know, I'm feeling a bit light headed."
Carmilla shook her head, "I'm a vampire, I don't get sick remember?"
You nearly choked on your tongue, ivampire/i? You sigh, knowing you weren't going to get out of kissing Carmilla, and besides, you had bigger things to worry about now. Like how she's a supposed vampire, and you're married to her.
Quickly giving her a kiss goodbye, you ignored the sudden butterflies in your stomach and practically flew back up the stairs, barely hearing Carmilla wish her a good day at work.
Speaking of work, where the hell was that?