"I want to share your mouthful

I want to do all the things your lungs do so well

I'm gonna bed into you like a cat beds into a beanbag

Turn you inside out and lick you like a crisp packet."

-'Every Other Freckle' by Alt-J

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"So this is it." Laura said as she opened the door to her dorm room.

Carmilla stepped into the room, the light flicking on so that two single beds materialized on opposing walls, a small kitchenette for basic uses, and a desk with a laptop on top of it.

"Cute. You have a roommate?" Carmilla asked as she moved further into the room. She could hear Laura fidgeting by the door, probably fiddling with the hem of her skirt by the sounds of fabric brushing against skin.

"Uh yeah, Betty, but she went home for winter break so I have the whole room to myself for another week." Laura said, practically choking on the end of that sentence. She couldn't sound more desperate. Staring at the back of Carmilla in her leather jacket and pants, Laura couldn't help but think of the night before and comparing the amount of clothes she currently had on.

Carmilla smirked, her eyes hedging over to the laptop, and then over what she assumed was Laura's side of the room. Turning around to face Laura, she eyed the door, noting that it had yet to be shut. Funny how she would think that it would make for a quick getaway for Laura, if that's what she really wanted, which Carmilla was confident enough (and then some) to know that that was the last thing on the slightly shorter girl's mind.

Laura gulped when she met the darker girl's stare. What was she going to do? Surely Carmilla didn't come all the way here to see her Doctor Who memorabilia. She pulled at the edge of her skirt nervously.

Carmilla could hear the human's heartbeat pick up, fighting the urge to lick her lips. She failed. She took a step closer to Laura, her eyes roaming up and down the girl's frame. "I really like how quaint the room is. I always lived around much bigger, more expensive things. I appreciate the difference in thread count." Did she just make a joke? Was she seriously wasting her time trying to calm the girl's nerves? She should have had this girl on her back a half an hour ago.

Laura laughed, albeit nervously. "Thanks, I got the duvet cover at Target."

Carmilla found herself chuckling at this girl's innocence. To think just 24 hours ago she had been shamelessly dry humping her thigh. She moved closer, not stopping this time until they were a breath apart. She watched as Laura's eyes traveled down to her red lips. Yeah, this would be easy. Her eyes traveled down the slope of Laura's nose and down to her lips, staying there for a minute before breaking off and looking back up into her eyes. She was just going to go for it, she had waited long enough. "How morally wrong would it be to eat you for dessert on our first date?"

Laura's eyes widened as she quickly looked back up into Carmilla's and gulped. Had she heard her right? She must have because that look in her eye was nothing short of lustful. She swallowed again, her tongue like sandpaper. She really shouldn't put out on the first date, but after the night they had last, this was not that farfetched. And god did she want to. "It's just sex right?" She whispered, tugging her bottom lip in between her teeth, unsure about the whole thing. She hadn't slept with Danny until their one month anniversary. Of course that had been three years ago, and Danny was as chivalrous as she was stubborn (it was one of the things Laura liked most about her).

Carmilla grinned, "Right, sex is sex." Of course she would think that, it was practically her job.

Laura nodded timidly, "And we shouldn't have to feel guilty about it because of society's unbelievable standards. We're both adults and-"

Carmilla rolled her eyes at the younger girl's rambling. "Cupcake, shut up." She inched her face closer so that their lips were nearly touching, slipping off her jacket as she went, tossing it somewhere on the absent roommate's bed. That sure shut her up. "If you don't want this, tell me to stop and I will." She said, moving even closer, their noses practically touching. Although Carmilla could be considered a predator of sex and blood, she always made sure that the girls she was with were comfortable. When Laura gave no response besides a quick intake of breath, Carmilla closed the remaining space between them, pressing their lips together. The kiss was chaste at first (something Carmilla had never experienced before), before Carmilla deepened it, her tongue poking out to flick against Laura's bottom lip. Her hands gripped onto the college student's waist, pulling her in closer. Laura let out a tiny gasp, allowing Carmilla's tongue to delve into her mouth, stroking the other girl's with her own.

Laura moaned into her mouth, her hands coming to rest on her shoulders before biting down on Carmilla's lip, taking her by surprise. Carmilla fought back a whimper, this was fucking ridiculous. She was not vocal in the bedroom, ever, and she'd like to keep it that way. Deciding it to be easier if she took the reins once more in the situation, Carmilla walked Laura backwards into her bed, lowering them down onto the mattress and climbing on top, straddling the younger girl's hips. She smirked at the look on Laura's face, one of uncertainty and lust, biting her lip for good measure. Carmilla's eyes were draw to the blood that was filling the lip that she had tucked between her teeth, licking her own lips and leaned in kissing her again.

The kiss was just like any other; Carmilla wouldn't say there was anything special behind it per say, but she only thought this because she was too focused on the hands that had landed on her hips.

"I-is this okay?" Laura asked after pulling away from the kiss.

Carmilla rolled her eyes. Laura had no problem being handsy before, but she supposed these were bigger circumstances. Although sex was Carmilla's job, sex was special, or at least that's what she figured something along those lines was running through the younger girl's mind. "Cutie, I am literally straddling your hips right now." She reminded her; as if Laura could forget the weight that was pressing down on her lower half.

Laura nodded, "Right, of course." She went in to shut herself up with a kiss, hoping that she would be able to keep quiet long enough to not make Carmilla want to run away.

"In fact" Carmilla said between kisses, lowering her hands to grab ahold of Laura's wrists and raising them so that Laura's hands were hovering over her chest. "I'd prefer them here." She continued, biting her lip as she looked down through her eyelashes at the girl.

Laura gulped once more, nodding slowly as Carmilla pressed her hands into her chest. Laura grasped Carmilla's breasts in her hands, clothed skin fitting into the palms of her hands as she gently kneaded them, leaning forward to capture the dancer's lips once more, and welcoming her tongue to slide against hers as her skin began to heat up.

Carmilla's hands skated from Laura's jaw down her neck, to her shoulders, and down her arms, feeling the girl shiver beneath her touch. She grinned, breaking the kiss and began trailing her lips down to follow the path that her hands had made, stopping to make quick work of sucking on her collarbone.

Laura's eyes fluttered shut as she sucked in a breath, her lungs throbbing as she nearly stopped breathing all together at the feel of Carmilla's tongue tracing designs into her skin like a branding iron. Her hands left Carmilla's chest, and instead made their way up into dark tresses, pulling the girl impossibly closer to her, every ridge and curve pressed together in an awkward puzzle that's pieces didn't quite fit, but close enough that you shove them together repeatedly until you make it work.

Carmilla pulled away, her eyes darkened with lust from all of the little gasps and sighs from Laura. Her hands edged near the girl's sweater, tugging on it lightly, "This needs to go." She said, her throat closing around her words as she felt Laura's hands drop from her hair and finger tips trace down her back. Fighting the urge to shiver as the nerves on her back all came to life at just the lightest touch.

Laura lifted her arms above her head to help Carmilla pull off her chunky sweater, her hair falling out of the neck line and fanning out around her shoulders.

Carmilla stared for what to her seemed like an embarrassingly long amount of time, ducking her head back down to hide her sudden lip twitching by pressing more kisses to Laura's shoulder, her hands creeping up beneath her camisole to stroke against taut stomach muscles. Her black nails dragging along her sides before pulling her hands back out and beginning to pull off the thin fabric, "Everything still good?" she found herself asking, which was a bit out of the ordinary, she never asked twice.

Laura nodded her head, smiling before allowing Carmilla to pull off the camisole as well. Laura began placing kisses along Carmilla's neck, nipping lightly at the skin that was visible with the shirt she still had on. She pulled back, frowning slightly, "You are wearing far too much clothing."

Carmilla smirked, pulling her own shirt over her head and unclipping her bra before Laura could even try and help. Clumsiness and awkwardness was meant for people that actually cared for each other, and Carmilla did not care about Laura, no more than she had to pretend to in order for Laura to trust her. Carmilla leaned forward; unclipping Laura's bra with quick fingers as Laura stared at her chest, eyes the size of saucers. "See something you like, buttercup?"

Laura dumbly nodded, leaning forward to cup Carmilla's breasts, feeling the soft and supple skin in her hands; she began to knead at them once more.

Carmilla let out a hiss in surprise, usually girls didn't worry all that much about her pleasure, and she liked to keep it that way. Pushing lightly on the girl's shoulders, she pressed her back into the mattress, splaying her fingers out across her abdomen, painting them in a downwards motion as her fingers danced dangerously close to Laura's skirt's zipper. She found herself looking up once more into Laura's eyes, "You're sure?" she asked, making herself want to throw up, what was she doing? She was a creature of the night, a predator after death, it was her job to take and seduce, not whatever this was.

Laura rolled her eyes, chuckling, "Yes Carm, I'm sure." She said in a rush, hoping that the faster she spoke the closer she would be to getting Carmilla's hands down her skirt. She didn't pick up on the nickname she had just given the girl who was still perched on her lap.

Carmilla's smirk faltered, her brows furrowing in confusion at the nickname. Her fingers fumbled with the zipper as she bit her lip, growling out in frustration before ripping down the zipper in one quick movement, tearing the fabric. "Fuck." She muttered angrily.

"What?" Laura asked, confused. Her fingers were tapping out a rhythm against the dancer's hips.

Carmilla shook her head, climbing off of Laura's lap and pulling the skirt down her legs, the underwear following quickly after, "Nothing, just a minor clothing malfunction."

Laura couldn't even bother to focus on what Carmilla had just said when the girl was currently pulling off her skin tight leather pants and red lace thong. Laura watched as Carmilla sauntered back over to her, hips swinging before climbing back onto her lap, straddling her, wrapping her arms around Laura's shoulders, anchoring her in, as she peppered her jaw with quick kisses.

Laura's hands stroked up and down the older girl's thighs, making her breath hitch. As her hands inched up closer to the apex of her thighs Carmilla pushed Laura back onto the bed again, trailing kisses down her chest before taking a peaked nipple into her mouth.

Laura moaned, hands quickly tangling back into Carmilla's hair as her eyes closed momentarily before reopening, staring at the white opaque ceiling.

Carmilla heard Laura's heartbeat pick up as she switched breasts, pulling the other nipple in between her lips and sucking hard. Smirking against her skin as a hand began its decent down between the girl's legs. She fought the urge to ask her one more time if she was okay, and instead ran a finger up and down Laura's wet slit, eliciting a moan from said girl.

Carmilla leaned back, pressing one more kiss to the corner of Laura's lips before sliding down her body so that she was on her knees, pulling Laura towards the edge of the bed and ran her hands up and down her trembling thighs. Looking up at Laura, she gave her what was probably her most sinful look (one that she could have only been taught from the best) before leaning down and swiping her tongue across her clit.

Laura pulled tighter on Carmilla's hair, pushing her closer, hoping for more relief as Carmilla's tongue traveled down towards her entrance, licking into her cunt, teasing her clit with the tip of her nose before pulling away, replacing her tongue with two fingers and pushing back inside her.

Laura moaned, her hands sliding down onto Carmilla's shoulders, dragging her back up her body so that she could press their lips together, moaning into the darker girl's mouth appreciatively as Carmilla kept working her fingers inside of her.

Laura was close, that Carmilla knew from her walls clenching down onto her fingers, curling them up and stroking her to push her over the edge. The shorter girl gasped, eyes closing tightly and her teeth clamping down onto her bottom lip as Carmilla continued to slowly work her fingers in and out of her to help her ride out her orgasm.

Carmilla pressed a final kiss to Laura's lips before pulling out of her, granting herself a quiet whimper from the shorter girl as she climbed off of her.

Laura watched as Carmilla gathered her discarded clothes and began redressing. "Wait, what about you?" she asked, confused.

Carmilla slipped her shirt on over her head, stuffing her bra into her jacket pocket and buttoned her pants. "I got to head out now before the taxis stop running for the night." (Styria didn't have that much of a night life).

Laura watched her through half lidded eyes, leaning back onto her pillows as she watched Carmilla hover by the bed, looking unsure before saying, "Hopefully I'll be seeing you again soon." Winking for good measure and leaving the dorm room, shutting the door behind her.

Laura stared at the closed door confused; too tired to ponder whether what had happened actually did in fact just take place. She closed her eyes; she would worry about it in the morning.

Carmilla materialized in a plume of purple smoke back in her room at mother's home, wiping off the remaining purple residue before letting out a ragged breath. Sex with a human had never left her as frustrated as she was now. Eyeing her bathroom door she shrugged, nothing her good ol' showerhead can't fix.

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