"Oh, come, take my hand
And run through play land
So high, too high at the carnival
And it's all fun and games,
'til somebody falls in love,
But you've already bought a ticket,
And there's no turning back now."
-'Carousel' by Melanie Martinez
XXX
LaF: Again?
L: Yeah, I don't know what her problem is…but its weird right?
LaF: Kind of. Maybe there's a reason, I mean she did have a good excuse both times…
L: Yeah, I think I'll just ask her.
LaF: Good thinking.
LaF: Let me know what she says.
XXX
"Hey, Psycho Society."
Danny turned around from where she was headed to the gym; a duffle bag slung over one shoulder. She had finished her classes for the day, and she was ahead in her grading so she thought another trip to the gym would do her some good, especially when she had to stare at Laura for an hour and a half on Thursdays.
She eyed Kirsch as he started walking with her. "New nickname? Cute, I might just have to call you Brody to share the affection."
Kirsch gapped, "You wouldn't dare!"
Danny nodded, hip checking him, "Oh, I would."
He smiled at their banter, his eyes dancing in mirth. He was staring right at her.
Danny's brow bunched up, "What?"
Kirsch shrugged, stuffing his hands into his jean pockets. "Nothing, you're just a total regulation hottie."
Danny rolled her eyes, punching his shoulder. "Shut up."
Kirsch hissed, grabbing his shoulder, "Ow!"
Danny shook her head. "Baby."
"Aww, I didn't know we were doing pet names now, sugar plum honey bunch!"
There was a moment of silence, and then, "Ow!"
XXX
Laura had no idea what she was doing there, but she wanted to know. She was addicted and she didn't want there to be a reason to stop what they were doing, whatever it was.
"Laura!"
She looked up to see the owner's son, Will was it? He was grinning at her in an unnerving way that left her without air, causing her to pant. It must run in the family she thought.
"Hi." She finally managed to get out. He was still smiling at her, cocking his head slightly as if he was listening to something.
Laura could feel her heart beating hard against her chest. She knew she was nervous, but come on! She remembered feeling weird the last time he looked at her too. It was a different stare from the one Carmilla gave her, as if he knew something she didn't.
Did he know about them? Did Carmilla talk about her? She smiled at the thought.
"Does she know you're here, or is this a surprise?" He asked, eyes scanning over her appearance.
Laura flushed red. He knew something, she had never introduced herself. Carmilla had to have mentioned her. She opened her mouth, ready to tell him it was a surprise, when she felt a hand on her shoulder, a wave of comfort washing over her.
"Leave the poor girl alone, William." A voice like champagne ran past her ear, the tone bubbly yet refined. Will's eyes flickered back to a darker shade of brown, now looking over Laura's shoulder instead of at her. His attention now on the intruder to this freakishly intimate moment, "What are you doing here, Elle? Tonight is your off-night; shouldn't you be working your other job?" He asked his tone sharp yet bored.
A hand on Laura's forearm told her to turn, coming to face a flawless blonde with a mole on one cheek. She was breathtaking in a rough way, like she had been through her fair share of hard times. Laura immediately started comparing her to Carmilla.
Carmilla was more delicate, her skin like porcelain. Her jaw sharp, sculpted, unlike this Elle whose jaw was soft and nose a little obtuse in a charming way. Her eyes were icy blue reminding Laura of icicles that could pierce through you and skewer any poor lover's heart. They were unlike her Carmilla's (hers? Whoa, where did that come from?) dark brown ones that could swallow you whole and you would somehow thank her for allowing you to drown in them, in her.
Elle caught her staring, smirking at her. It wasn't like Carmilla's at all. This one looked like it was only meant to do damage, similar to that of a magician's knowing gaze, or a lion tamer's arrogance. It was like any minute Laura was going to be either cut in half or eaten alive.
"You must be Laura." Elle said, holding out her hand.
Laura's eyes refused to leave hers as she blindly took her hand, pumping it once before letting go. Why couldn't she look away from the treacherous pools that were this girl's irises? She was going to ask, but the words faded before they even met her lips.
Elle looked away and quickly up towards the stage where music began to play.
Laura shook her head, suddenly no longer feeling the urge to stare at this blonde, instead looking past her at the stage.
Carmilla had come out onto the stage, and was beginning her routine, one hand on the pole as she circled it at a slow pace, almost as if she didn't even care about the task at hand (her specialty).
"She's something isn't she?" Elle asked, turning back to face Laura who was now staring at the brunette on stage who had now jumped up onto the pole, wrapping her legs around it, and began moving along it like it was an instrument, tugging at all of the lower regions of every poor soul who's eyes were currently on her. Laura gulped her mouth suddenly dry. She had to touch that body, if Carmilla was touching her and bringing her to some of the best orgasms in her life, it was only fair for her to return the favor, or at least try to anyways.
Elle snickered at Laura's lack of attention. She couldn't blame her, she still felt the casual tug towards the broody vampire every once in a while, because how could you not? She was fucking gorgeous, and knew exactly how to move her body in all of the most delicious ways. Elle stroked along Laura's elbow, getting an idea, "Maybe we should get closer, try and get a better look at the entertainment."
Laura blindly nodded, allowing Elle to lead her down the short three steps into the club in a daze, her eyes refusing to leave Carmilla.
Carmilla felt a different pair of eyes on her, ones that felt familiar. And not in the way that all of the other regulars did, this one felt necessary, she didn't actually feel the urge to throw up from this gaze. She turned her head slightly as she twisted along the pole, finding Elle in the crowd moving closer to the stage, but before she could roll her eyes, they landed on a much shorter brunette behind her, following after her in a glazed over state. Laura.
Carmilla could feel her blood boil, could feel her skin itch, and all of the hairs on the back of her neck stand at the sight of Elle talking to Laura. It infuriated her, so much in fact that she wasn't paying attention to what she was doing, her hand slipping and sending her falling to the stage, smacking the back of her head on the wood of the stage floor. There was a gasp as the music stopped and Carmilla sat up, rubbing the back of her head, to find Elle staring at her with an all knowing shit eating grin, her eyes promising threats she couldn't follow through with.
She stood hastily from where she had fallen, quickly leaving the stage, and before she could put much thought into it, she was standing in front of her ex-girlfriend, and new play thing. Her teeth gritted, molars grinding down against one another at the sight of Laura who was clearly not herself. She quickly grabbed Laura's wrist, pulling her to her side. "Don't you have better things to do then sabotage my job?" She hissed at the taller blonde that stood before her, arms crossed over her chest, and a smug smile painted onto her bow lips.
Elle chuckled, shaking her head. It was just too easy to piss off the older vampire, fun too. Now she understood why Will did what he did.
"I thought we were over this petty jealousy, Elle?" Carmilla bit out.
The blonde raised a brow, "Jealousy? Please, there's nothing to be jealous about. You actually let me fuck you."
That seemed to snap Laura out of her reverie; her eyes no longer glossed over, but instead resembled that much of what a kicked puppy's would look like, her bottom lip worrying between her teeth so not to draw attention to the tremble in it.
Carmilla's nails dug into the palm of the hand not holding onto Laura, ignoring the slight pain she felt that stung. "Don't you have some old hag to seduce?"
Elle shook her head in amusement; it was just too easy to get under her skin (probably because she had wriggled her way beneath it all those years ago). She waved a taunting hand towards Carmilla before winking at Laura, "Catch you around, Laura."
Carmilla growled quietly under her breath. The fact that she was standing in the middle of the club in only a black garter belt and matching red lace bra and panty set not fazing her.
Laura looked over at her. "You fell." She said, her hand going up to brush the girl's bangs out of her eyes, freezing when she saw Carmilla flinch away. She frowned, dropping her hand. "Why won't you let me touch you?" she asked dejectedly.
Carmilla stared at her, eyes blank. She refused to feel anything for this clumsy, childish girl that stood in front of her. She shook her head, tugging on her wrist she still had in her hand, "Not here." She led her back towards the dressing rooms, unlocking her own private one (a luxury mother had promised her beautiful shining girl).
She let Laura's arm drop after shutting the door behind them, moving away from her and made herself busy by the vanity that was against the back wall. "Let me get changed, I'll take you home." She began rummaging through a small closet that held mundane clothes that she could enter and leave the club in.
Laura waited as she dressed in silence, her eyes focused on the hem of her shirt as her fingertips played with a loose strand that had begun to unravel. "You let Elle touch you." She said. It wasn't a question.
Carmilla paused in pulling her shirt over her head, looking over at the small girl that stood near the door. She felt like she could physically see her shrinking as the silence began to lengthen, her waiting for Carmilla to either agree or disagree to the accusation.
Carmilla continued getting dressed, pulling pants on. She was hoping that if she didn't say anything, Laura would just let it drop. She was wrong.
"Is there something wrong with me? I mean, clearly you want to fuck me, or at least I think you do." Laura said, letting her shirt drop from her hands and looking up at Carmilla who had her back to her, putting things into her bag before throwing it over her shoulder.
"You're just fine, buttercup." Carmilla said, moving back towards the door, walking right past her and holding it open for her. She looked at her expectantly, waiting for her to walk out in front.
Laura waited as Carmilla relocked the dressing room door. "You weren't surprised."
Carmilla let out a breath; no one has given her such a run for her money and patience, not since Elle. "Wasn't surprised about what?" she asked, not wanting to play guessing games.
"That I was here."
Carmilla rolled her eyes, knowing Laura couldn't see because she was behind her. 'You weren't the first girl to fall under my spell.' She wanted to say. But she didn't. She needed to start rebuilding the bridge that was beginning to burn before she lost Laura all together and had to start looking for another sacrifice. Because that's all Laura was, a sacrifice, a job, something mother expected of her, someone she had to fuck and please or she would be kissing her life goodbye. After her last mistake, mother had given Carmilla a warning, one that she would not be reminded of. Fuck up again, and instead of a decade of solitude, she would be spending eternity in the ground, alone and not breathing.
With all of this running through her head, Carmilla turned back to look at Laura, holding out her hand, testing to see how upset the girl was. When Laura reluctantly placed her hand in hers, Carmilla sighed in relief. "I'm sorry, cutie. I was more focused on that bitch Elle who's been spouting shit ever since she started working here." (Which was only partially true).
"So you don't let her touch you?" Laura asked eagerness clear in her tone.
Carmilla was used to lying; she no longer choked on her dishonesty. It was part of who she was. "She wishes, my body is meant for only one lady at a time." Following up her reassurance with a wink, she would have to make a few sacrifices in order to get what she wanted, which was mother's approval. She was just hoping that she would be able to resist this time.
XXX
When they returned back to Laura's tiny dorm room, Carmilla allowed the shorter girl to back her up into the door once it was closed. Allowed her to trail kisses down away from her lips, and to leave marks that would fade by morning, between gasps and loose grips on Laura's hair, Carmilla was soon out of her clothes and being placed onto her bed.
Carmilla let Laura touch her. Let her kiss and prod at her skin, grope her in places she hadn't realized deserved the attention that Laura was giving it. Carmilla sucked in a breath when Laura's lips inched closer and closer towards her pubic bone, biting her lip to stifle a moan when her mouth was finally where she needed it after what most would consider in-depth foreplay.
Carmilla let Laura scratch up and down her sides while licking into her. Let her fuck her with fingers that weren't cold. Carmilla let Laura give her her first honest orgasm that she had in a long time, leaving her lightheaded and her toes numb.
Hell, Carmilla didn't even get up right away, scrambling for her clothes. Instead she laid beside a clearly worked up Laura and for the first time didn't feel obligated to return the favor. Instead she found comfort in the cool sheets against her flushed and dewy skin, her hair fanned out on the pillow beneath her head.
Carmilla closed her eyes, knowing the all too familiar ghost of a tug in her chest. Fuck.