They tumbled forward, falling onto the floor. She landed on top, slightly breathless. Weaving her fingers through those thick black tresses, she pulled her face closer, finally capturing those lips. A tidal wave of need washed over her, washing away all reason. Ever since freshmen orientation, they hadn't had a single moment alone. Their lips danced a frenzied tango, each fighting for the lead. Lust boiled over, threatening to overwhelm her senses. Those lips, hot against her own, tasted of desire. Of desperation. So unbearably sweet, but absolutely forbidden.

"Fuck."

They broke apart and stared at each other for a moment, panting. Wordlessly, she inched her fingertips underneath the black shirt, grazing smooth skin. She looked down at her, questioning.

"Fuck. Me."

The words were barely out of her mouth when she surged forward, a low moan at the back of her throat. Their lips met again, the dance faster this time. She felt her shiver, tremors running through the body beneath her. She tortuously ran her hands up her sides, twin trails of fire burning in their wake. She lifted the shirt up, inching it past her stomach, pushing it above the heaving breast, bunching the material at the pale neck. They pulled apart briefly, allowing her to pull the shirt over the dark head. Her own tank top quickly followed, landing somewhere behind them.

She felt the thin legs spread beneath her, accommodating her hand that snaked down. They didn't have much time before she had to leave. She traced the smooth bottom lip with her tongue as she deftly slipped her fingers under the waistband of those insanely tight pants. She felt strong hips buck up, seeking anything that would grant release. Feather light fingers trailed up her back, unclipping her bra. It joined the rest of the clothing scattered on the floor.

Unbuttoning those pants, she pulled them off with one quick motion, her own shorts hurriedly being dragged down. She bent and placed a lingering kiss on the smooth hollow of the cool throat, grinning devilishly at the soft moan. Hands ran over her inner thighs, coming close to but not touching her womanhood. She reached down and grasped those sinewy wrists, pulling them up above their heads. Her lips traveled across elegantly curved collarbones, leaving soft kisses. They hovered, tauntingly, over the gentle swell of a breast. She considered for a moment. Bit down tenderly. Almost violently, the hands broke out of her grasp. One coming down to grip her waist, the other gliding past her navel. Past decency.

Golden rays of sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating their tangled forms on the floor. They moved slowly, sensuously. Breathed in quick staccatos. Fingers brushing with broken rhythms over satiny bedewed skin. She threw her head back, her vision flickering black around the edges. Pressure mounting. Their hips rocked faster, meeting each other halfway. Pressure building. Gripping each other so tightly, like drowning sailors and their lifelines. Afraid to let go and drift away into the vast expanse of the sea because nothing—nothing should feel as good as this. They arched their backs. Trembled in harmony. Fingers rubbed, hard. Strangled gasps—she couldn't tell from whom—inflamed every nerve ending on her body. She felt alive. Two quick thrusts. They followed each other over the edge of the world. Falling, weightless. Utterly spent.

"Fuck." She whispered it so quietly, with reverence. They stayed silent for a while, thudding hearts beating against one another. She raised herself onto her elbows. Carefully brushing the black hair out of the black eyes, she pressed a soft kiss to those red, red lips.

"I have to go back to her." She gave her another slow kiss before reluctantly propelling herself up. Shrugging into her clothes, she willed herself not to look down, or else she might never leave. But, the other girl laughed, forcing her to stare.

"Give her my—," here she paused in all her naked glory, stretching sinuously on the floor, "regards."

Holy fuck. She pursed her lips and smoothed down her tank top and shorts, trying to hide the quivering in her hands. Not changing out of her gym clothes was a good idea. She didn't want anyone to smell her.

"I really hope she joins Summer Society. Cause when she does…" Danny turned toward the door.

"This room will be mine. And when it is…" Carmilla's husky voice hung in the air, heavy with implications.