Sorry for my absence last week! Stuff came up and... yeah. Anyway, here ya go!
After dating Laura for about a week now, and having impromptu movie nights at Carmilla's, Carmilla had come to the unfortunate realization that Laura liked musicals. No, not liked – adored.
They had taken up the habit of taking turns on picking the movies. Tonight was Laura's turn. Guess what she put on? Freaking Les Miserables.
(Carmilla refused to admit that she sort of likes this one. Mostly for the sake of getting a rise out of the tiny blonde. What? She was cute when she was mad.)
Of course, that meant Laura would be singing along to every single song. Fun fact: about 98% of this movie is sung.
Carmilla fought a groan as Laura loudly sang along to the scene where Javert discovers the mayor was actually Valjean. The blonde wasn't actually bad. It was just that Carmilla (and she would never say this out loud) actually wanted to watch the movie.
"Laura," she sighed.
But, Laura didn't stop. She was pretty damn engrossed in this stupid movie.
"I've hunted you across the years, Men like you can never change-" Laura continued.
Carmilla bit her lip. How could she get the smaller girl to shut up?
Wait a second.
Laura let out a gasp of shock when Carmilla turned to her, her legs wrapping around Laura's hips, straddling her.
"Stop singing." Carmilla hissed before laying a gentle kiss on Laura's neck.
"W-what?" Laura sputtered. Had she been singing a few seconds ago? It was hard to think past Carmilla's lips attached to her pulse point.
The brunette moved her lips to Laura's ear. "No. More. Singing." She purred around a few gentle nibbles to Laura's ear lobe.
"I- but-" Laura stopped talking when soft lips met her own.
She hummed and ran her tongue along Carmilla's bottom lip. And, as usual, the kiss rapidly became heated.
Carmilla nibbled at Laura's jawline, eliciting wonderful whimpers from the blonde. One of Laura's hand was tangled in Carmilla's dark locks and the other was on Carmilla's hip, her nails digging into pale skin.
Laura loved this. Carmilla loved this. It was fucking wonderful. Making out with Carmilla was always great.
But, as usual, Laura pulled away.
"C-can we get back to watching, now? I won't sing." She sputtered, her voice an octave higher than usual.
Carmilla respected Laura's boundaries. She respected the blonde's obvious line between 'okay' physical contact, and 'we need to stop' physical contact. Besides, it was only a week into a relationship. Wait, how long does this usually happen? Carmilla was patient. She would respect Laura's wishes.
So, she returned to her previous spot, her breathing rapid and her heart pounding. And, then there was the coil in her lower stomach.
Whenever things got heavy and damn near relieving the tension between her legs, Laura stopped things from going further.
But it was okay.
Really.
She wouldn't push.
"I-I'm sorry," Laura murmured after a moment. "I know you want to..."
"But you don't, that's okay, baby," Carmilla pulled Laura into her side and kissed her cheek. "It's okay."
"No- it's not that. I do. I really, really do. Want to do that. With you. Like. Really badly." Laura blushed. "It's... I mean- it's complicated."
"I understand." Carmilla turned so she faced Laura. "Sweetie, look at me. I don't care how long I have to wait. You're worth it, okay?"
"But, you deserve an explanation."
"I don't deserve anything from you. You owe me nothing."
"God, if only the guys at my school were as wonderful as you." Laura murmured. "I mean, that was when I dated them. Before I accepted who I was." She shook her head, as if the memory was distant instead of a few years ago.
"Well, they must not have realized how much of a catch you are." Carmilla cooed softly.
"But, I think I should just... mention that... well, I'm a-" Laura paused, her cheeks a bright shade of red. "A y-you know..."
Carmilla stared at Laura with raised eyebrows. "A virgin?"
"Y-yeah. Yeah, is that... okay?"
The brunette grinned. "Are you serious, Laura? Why would you not having sex not be okay? Your sexual life is your business. Nobody has any place to judge – not even me."
Arms wrapped around Carmilla and lips kissed her softly.
"Have I ever told you that I really, really like you?" Laura asked quietly against Carmilla's mouth with a smile.
"Hm, maybe once or twice, but I wouldn't mind hearing it again." Carmilla grinned.
They kissed again but they kept on smiling too much so they settled on cuddling while watching the movie.
When Éponine started singing, Carmilla accidentally hummed along.
Laura gasped and sat up, staring accusingly at the brunette. "You know this movie."
Carmilla looked away from the screen with red cheeks. "W-What? No I don't!"
"You totally do!"
"I know the musical."
"You love musicals!"
"No I don't!"
"Carm, if you don't admit your true love for musicals, I'm going to make you."
That made Carmilla snort. "'Make me'? No offense, cupcake, but I'm bigger than you. And stronger."
"Wanna bet?" Laura taunted.
With that, the tiny blonde pounced on Carmilla, her fingertips dancing along the brunette's sides. Hard laughter bubbled up from Carmilla's throat and she found herself flailing underneath Laura, gasping for air.
"Now, who absolutely loves musicals?" Laura asked tauntingly. She knew she'd won.
But, Carmilla was as stubborn as she was beautiful. She bit her lips to stop from laughing (which, ultimately, did not work).
Carmilla managed to flip herself (and Laura) over the edge of the couch to the floor, where all air escaped her lungs with an "oof".
Laura stopped tickling immediately. "Oh gosh, Carm! I'm sorry!"
Carmilla chuckled and wrapped her arms around Laura's waist. "It's okay. And, fine, I like musicals."
"I knew it." Laura whispered.
"By the way, it's kinda nice seeing you on top of me like this," Carmilla noted, realizing the blonde was straddling her.
Laura blushed, but didn't move. "Yeah?"
Carmilla nodded with a hum. "Oh, definitely. It's pretty hot."
Laura kissed Carmilla gently, then pulled away. "And you're still pretty hot even though you're a total dork for musicals."
Carmilla grunted and sat up, pushing Laura into a sitting position in her lap. "Shut up."
Laura kissed her again. "When this is over, we're restarting it. And you are totally singing along with me."
Text from: Cupcake (7:15 am)
Wakey wakey!
Text from: Cupcake (7:16 am)
We have work today. Get up, grumpy-pants!
Text to: Cupcake (7:17 am)
No coffee. Cannot function without it. Sleeping.
Text from: Cupcake (7:18 am)
Nice try. It's inventory day. We HAVE to go.
Text from: Cupcake: (7:18 am)
By the way, I have your coffee. Open the door.
Text to: Cupcake (7:19 am)
Did I ever tell you that I adore you?
Carmilla groggily opened the door to her apartment. Sure enough, Laura was there, two coffees in her hands.
"I made a quick run to the Starbucks across the street. I hope you don't mind. I got two vanilla lattes, because I didn't know if you liked a certain kind of coffee, and I figured you'd have your usual shot of espresso when we got to work, and-" Laura's ramble was cut off by a soft pair of lips pressing against her own.
"Thank you," Carmilla murmured, taking her coffee and pulling Laura inside so that she could shut the door. (The kittens were getting a bit more adventurous lately. She had to chase one of them down the hall last night after Laura left.)
Laura picked Bagheera up and sat down next to Carmilla on the couch. "I hate inventory," the blonde complained.
"Doesn't everyone?" Carmilla chuckled.
"Well, yeah, but today's also the day we get new strays in. It's always so sad." Laura pouted.
"Shouldn't it be happy? Since you're giving them a new chance?"
"Well, I mean, it should be happy. But that means the old ones who weren't adopted go back to the shelter, where chances of adoption are kind of low."
"What happens if they aren't adopted?"
"That's the best part about our shelter – we don't kill them. We actually have a few stores that are in partnership with the shelter, so the animals get rotated to different areas. Our store is kind of the 'last stop' of rotation, so the unadopted animals get sent back to the shelter for a month, before they get switched again."
"That's confusing," Carmilla wrinkled her nose.
Laura shrugged. "Yeah, it's pretty wild sometimes. Last month, we had a lot of cats. That means we'll probably get some dogs this time. Which means I have to walk them every two hours."
"And you do all that work because...?"
"Betty's better at the register. I like to move around."
Carmilla smirked. "'Move around', huh?"
Laura's cheeks reddened, but she scoffed. "Pervert."
The commute to work was, as usual, filled with smalltalk and playful teasing. When they finally pulled into the lot, Laura turned to Carmilla.
"Any plans for lunch?"
"Not that I know of," Carmilla replied.
"Cool, I'm buying." Laura grinned, slipping out of the car with a little bit of bounce in her step.
Carmilla watched the blonde for a moment. She was too damn cute. What has Carmilla gotten herself into?
Carmilla got out as well and offered her hand out to Laura. "Lady Hollis, may I have the honour of walking you to work?"
Laura giggled. "You dork." She took Carmilla's hand and curtseyed. "Why, yes, Lady Karnstein, I wouldn't mind if you walked me to work at all."
The two entwined their fingers and walked into the mall.
A gagging sound caught their attention. They turned to see LaFontaine.
"God, you two are sickening. Are Perr and I that bad?" They asked with a grin.
Laura rolled her eyes. "Nice to see you, too. What are you doing here this early?"
"I actually wanted some action shots of people in the morning. It's for a collage I plan on calling 'Misery'."
Laura laughed. "Then why not get a happy shot of Carm and I?"
Carmilla shot Laura a glare that said 'please no' but Laura shook it off.
"Yeah, totally. That's perfect!" LaFontaine nodded. "Okay, okay, just hold hands and look happy."
"How do we look happy, exactly?" Carmilla asked.
"Just talk to each other." LaF answered.
Carmilla looked at Laura. "Your friends are weird."
"Aren't we all?" Laura replied.
A flash of a light. "Perfect! Keep going."
"No, seriously, this is beyond strange. This borders the pathological."
"Oh, just- think of it as something for posterity."
"Fuck posterity."
Laura rolled her eyes, despite her smile. "Oh, hush."
They kissed briefly before another flash. "Alright!" LaF exclaimed. "That's a wrap ladies, nice work."
Laura giggled. "So, how's it going with you and Perry?"
"She's obsessing over finite details of our wedding," LaF chuckled. "You know, the usual Perry way. We're lucky she still comes to work."
"I guess you're keeping her all relaxed?" Carmilla hinted with a playful wink.
LaFontaine rolled their eyes. "Oh yeah, totally. Well, as relaxed as Perr can get. You know she spent half an hour deciding what colour the ribbon on the flower bouquet would be?"
Laura laughed. "Yeah, that's Perry for 'ya."
"When do you think the wedding will be?" Carmilla wondered.
"Personally, I want it in the summer. But things are leaning more towards spring."
"So soon?" Laura's eyebrows shot up with shock.
"Well, Perr and I have been planning our wedding since we were ten." LaF admitted with a slight blush. "So most of it's already planned. Even the guest list. Perr's parents, her aunt and uncle, and of course her cousins."
But not their parents. At least, not their father, anyway. Perhaps their mother would come?
"And us," Laura piped up, sensing the sour subject.
"Oh, totally. That reminds me, L, I think Perr wants you to be the bridesmaid."
"Me?"
"Yeah, you. You're like our best friend, dude."
Laura shrugged with a blush.
"And my buddy JP is gonna be the best man, of course." They grinned.
Laura groaned. She liked JP a lot but sometimes he was a bit... much.
"Oh, don't worry, he'll be under control. He's got a new girlfriend apparently." LaF assured.
"Wow, someone's managed to tie him down for more than a few days?" Laura asked, genuinely shocked.
"Supposedly." LaF smirked.
They approached the coffee shop.
"Well, better go make sure Perr's not having an aneurism over what the daily special should be." LaF smiled fondly. "See you guys later. Thanks for the good shots!"
"Bye!" Laura waved before leaning against Carmilla's side. "Those two are so cute."
"Not as cute as us though." Carmilla snorted.
"Oh, definitely not. We're the cutest."
Carmilla grinned. But, Laura was right. She was happy LaFontaine and Perry were so cutely in love. She wanted that. Wanted happiness.
It was the first time in years she felt like she had a future to look forward to. And it felt great.
I'm gonna start writing extras for this story, so if you have any suggestions for things you want to see (including the upcoming heavy smut scene that I will exclude from the story itself) start suggesting!