Laura hears the shower turn on and tries to fight the mental image of naked Carmilla standing merely a few feet away from where she sits. Yoga always relaxes her so she jumps up enthusiastically and moves into the tree pose. Closing her eyes, wet, steamy flashes of Carmilla shoot through her mind and she nearly topples over.

Meanwhile Carmilla is yet to step into the shower but has strewn off her clothes in a black pile in the corner of the bathroom. Looking at herself in the mirror she smiles, feeling heat radiate from her cheeks after the fresh feed. Or perhaps she was blushing from the intimate contact with her roommate but of course she would never admit to this. Opening the mirrored cabinet in front of her she riffles through toothpaste, face cream and prescription sleeping tablets. She recalls how restless Laura's sleep had been the night before, it must be common place.

Finally stepping under the hot rain of the shower Carmilla feels the stress of the last few days wash away. She scrubs at the splinters under her fingernails where she had tried to claw her way out of the coffin. Getting out the dried blood that was tangled through her hair was a little more difficult. Her not so beloved brother had clocked her one on the back of the head with a crowbar before toppling her into the person sized prison. She lathers body wash on the sponge and grazes it across her porcelain skin. It smells like Laura, Carmilla inhales deeply. She can't help but imagine the sponge as Laura's hands as she drags it down her neck and across her breasts, it lingers there for a while before dipping down past her stomach.

Carmilla steps out of the bathroom, closing the door behind her she drops the towel. Laura looks up incredulously from her downward dog position and immediately diverts her eyes.

"If it pleases you to look, then look." Carmilla grins devilishly.

"I wasn't looking, I, umm, do you need some clothes?" The small girl shyly offers, pointedly looking toward the chest of drawers and not at Carmilla's stark nude figure.

"If it's not too much trouble cupcake."

Laura pulls out a pair of shorts pyjamas, like the ones she is wearing, only these have kittens on them instead of clouds. She goes to hand them to the sullen looking vampire.

"Wouldn't happen to have anything in black would you?" Carmilla requests, eyeing the kitten pyjamas like they were the plague.

"Oh, yeah I'm sure I have one of my dad's old henleys in here somewhere."

After rummaging around in the bottom drawer she pulls out a dark grey henley and hands it to a thankful Carmilla. When their hands brush she can almost feel a spark between them. Carmilla pulls it over her still damp hair and lets it drop midway down her thighs. Laura then hands her a hairdryer and a brush. "There's a plug over by the bed." She directs.

"Thanks." The vampire turns and moves toward the bed, the hairdryer turns on and white noise fills the room. Laura allows her eyes to travel down Carmilla's body, to the wet hairs sticking to her slender neck, down her strong shoulders and slim waist, and finally to her bare thighs.

The older girl can feel Laura's eyes burning into her and decides to have a little fun. She flips her hair over her face and bends over to dry it. This swift action allows the t-shirt to ride all the way up over her pert buttocks.

"I HAVE TO GET SOME WATER!" Laura exclaims and practically runs out of the room.

Carmilla snickers and continues drying her thick tresses.

When Laura enters the room Carmilla is already in bed. She pulls back the covers and beckons Laura over. The younger girl follows and lies down next to her, turning off the small table lamp. When she turns over onto her back she sees the vampire's dark silhouette suspended over her, her heart races. 'Did she not get enough blood before? Oh God, bad idea Laura, just jump into bed with a vampire you barely know.'

Her internal monologue is quickly dampened when she feels hot lips press delicately to her own. She is suddenly filled with a wave of what feels like sunlight beaming through her entire body. The kisses are surprisingly slow and tender and Carmilla caresses her face so gently as if she were made of glass.

Remembering suddenly that she has a girlfriend and that Carmilla is a freakin vampire she breaks the kiss and turns away from her. "I can't." She whispers into the darkness. Carmilla's face falls and she moves to turn away toward the wall but Laura reaches for her hand and pulls it around her tiny waist so the taller girl is spooning her.

"What are you thinking?" Carmilla asks softly.

"I can't be with you. I'd lose Danny. You as well when your mother comes looking. Then I'd have no one."

It was true, the vampire thought. She would have to leave here soon if she was to escape her dictator mother and she couldn't ask Laura to leave everything behind to come with her.

After a few minutes in silent contemplation both girls resigned to sleep, wrapped up in each other, longing for what couldn't be.