Well, either Carmilla had a major craving for chocolate or... No, yeah, she was totally messing with Laura.
Carmilla downed mugful after mugful and sent Laura to the kitchen for more and more refills. Each time, Carmilla would offer Laura a sip, and Laura would have to decline and sit and watch Carmilla drink. In between sips, Carmilla would read the emailed suggestions, which ranged from mildly annoying to hardcore pornography.
"But we're not doing that," Laura would say whenever Carmilla read a particularly nasty one. "Er, right, Carm?"
"We'll see." Carmilla would smile and continue. To Laura's relief, she stopped reading them when Perry entered the room and instead just asked Laura for a refill.
"Oh, I can get that," Perry said, oblivious to Carmilla's game. She took the mug from Laura's hand, surprising both Laura and Carmilla, and walked away into the kitchen.
Carmilla watched her leave and turned to Laura. "You should do it. Go remove it from her and make me hot chocolate yourself."
"Hey, Perry wants to help out." Laura was glad for a break. She stretched and leaned back to relax. She smiled triumphantly at Carmilla.
Carmilla's face hardened. "Either you make me chocolate now or I accept HollsteinLuvr69's suggestion."
Laura blanched. That was the one where Carmilla would give her new piercings while she was tied up. Though most likely a joke, Laura couldn't take that chance, of course. It was clear that no-good vampire wanted her on edge.
Jumping up, Laura ran into the kitchen and took the mug away from Perry. Perry had assembled the powder but fortunately not the water, allowing Laura to finish the job. To the startled Perry, she offered as way of explanation, "I just like doing this for my girlfriend."
Carmilla beamed at her when she returned and handed Carmilla the drink. "There's my easily excited girlfriend! Thank you so much for the hot chocolate. It's delicious. Are you sure you don't want some?"
Laura gritted her teeth and forced a smile. Go to hell, Carm, you stupid vampire. "No, no... I'm happy just... um, watching you enjoy it."
"Gee, thanks, cinnamon stick!" Carmilla affected a faux sweetness in her voice. She batted her eyes. "That is just what a girl in my position adores hearing."
Laura looked at the mug wistfully as Carmilla sipped. Her mouth felt bone dry. She chose to drink a few mouthfuls of water from the faucet here and there, but it only wet her mouth for a short time. It dried out quickly while she watched Carmilla drink and enjoy herself. Maybe it would be worth accepting a sip from the TARDIS mug. It was Laura's after all.
"Maybe..." Laura spoke without realizing it. When she became aware she was actually making noise and not just musing internally, she closed her mouth.
Carmilla looked at her with puzzlement. "Maybe what?"
"Never mind," she said quickly. It was best to forget about that idea.
"No. Maybe what?" Carmilla gave Laura a look that said HollsteinLuvr69's suggestion could very well be implemented if Laura didn't finish her sentence.
Laura swallowed, or at least tried to swallow. It was a bit hard to swallow when her mouth felt like a desert. "Maybe I do want some."
Carmilla raised an eyebrow. She put the mug in Laura's hands and pushed the rim to her lips. She tilted it so that the liquid flowed down and against Laura's mouth. All Laura would have to do was open to let it in. "Drink up, brownie. I'm not some kind of monster that would withhold beverages from a thirsty young woman."
Laura opened her mouth on reflex and let the hot chocolate fill her mouth. It tasted so good. She swallowed without thinking. More came in. Delicious. She swallowed.
On her third mouthful, logic crept in. She realized the mistake she was making in being so greedy. But it was so good! She swallowed. This time, she kept her lips closed, so that she only felt the pressure of the chocolate press against them. She was too smart for Carmilla.
She then registered what Carmilla was saying. Ouch. She felt awful. She did horrible things to the girl she loved.
Her lips pulled back, and the chocolate poured in. She swallowed without thinking. Oh, well, in for a penny, in for a pound. She drank the rest, enjoying it for all it was worth.
Carmilla sat the mug down when Laura finished. She looked at Laura with an amused sort of grin. "Feel better?"
Laura wiped away the chocolate residue on the back of her hand. "Yes. Damn you."
Carmilla chuckled. "Don't blame me for your choices, eclair. That's all on you. And whatever happens, just remember: you deserve it."
"Yes," Laura grumbled. She knew she deserved it. What Carmilla was doing to her was way, way lighter than what Laura did to her.
"Yes, what?" Carmilla prodded. "Say it so I know what you're thinking."
"Yes, I deserve it," she admitted. "You're right. I deserve it all."
Carmilla nodded. "Want some more?"
"Uh, no." Laura held up a finger. "That was enough for me. It's good. Just a taste. Now, I can get through the day."
"Oh, yeah. Good choice." Carmilla's voice dripped with sarcasm. She nodded sagely as if Laura said something wise. "Too bad about all that sugar making your little human body work that much harder to process it, thus making you thirstier than when you started."
"I, uh..." Laura faltered. Her cheeks heated. She swallowed, swearing she could feel thirsty already.
Carmilla smiled devilishly. "Maybe you should have taken anatomy instead of journalism?"
Laura looked away from Carmilla, which brought her eyes to the webcam. She thought about all the people watching her show, judging her. So many people jumped to Carmilla's aid, to help her pick on Laura. She knew she deserved it, but she didn't want to deal with their judgment.
"Hey, it's okay." Carmilla's tone shifted, sounding far kinder. She touched Laura's chin and gently pulled Laura's head over to face her again. "Just because I'm making you pay for how you treated me doesn't mean I think any less of you. You're a strong, kind, loving woman. You're the reason I betrayed my mother and stood up for this hellhole. Don't think my torturing you for a few hours-"
"Whoa-ho!" Laura held up her hands, knocking Carmilla's arm away and cutting her off. "Torture? Since when did this become Gitmo?"
Carmilla exhaled a quick, short breath of derision. "Don't overreact, gumdrop."
"No, I think I'm reacting just enough as is appropriate given the word torture being thrown about." Laura dramatically made finger-quotes to emphasize the words. Did LaFontaine have a point about Carmilla after all? "It's kind of important."
"I didn't mean torture." Carmilla sighed. She looked away, toward the camera. She shrugged. "I guess I can't blame her for being concerned. It's not like I'm a stranger to enhanced interrogation techniques. You wouldn't believe what was legal back in the day."
"Not helping." Laura winced at the implications of that statement. "If you didn't mean torture, then what did you mean?"
Carmilla slowly closed her eyes. She turned toward Laura and opened them, locking eyes with her. Her gaze held a fiery passion, powerful and commanding, yet loving at the same time. "I mean... You've been a bad, bad girl, Laura... and now you must be punished... however I see fit. Got it?"
Laura whimpered. Her cheeks grew hot. All concern for her safety jumped out the window. She knew she was safe in this loving, oh-so-sexy, 'evil' vampire woman's protection. She knew it was absolutely in her best interests to go along with whatever Carmilla had planned.
She was a bad girl. She needed to be punished. Oh, yes.
She nodded. "Got it."
Carmilla smirked. "Good... Now how about a refill?"
"Uh, uh, yeah, okay." Laura stood up, pulling away from Carmilla's hypnotizing gaze. She took the mug and headed into the kitchen. Her cheeks remained heated, almost uncomfortably so. She hoped the blush wasn't too obvious.
This wouldn't be so bad. It wasn't actual torture or even mean-spirited, after all. Carmilla wanted payback, but she was going to take it in some kind of kinky sex game. Since Carmilla was running it, Laura knew it was going to be sexy in some way. She was actually starting to look forward to this.