A/N: Thank you to a guest, Jaxton, sabrina bayonet and LostinLove97 for their reviews on Chapter 8.
And thank you to you whoever you may be, for sticking with whatever this story is…
Here's the promised smut!
You decide that, after dating Carmilla for a month and being her girlfriend officially for a week, it's time she met your friends.
(You hold off on introducing her to your dad. He can be a little intense and you're not sure how Carmilla will react to meeting your family, seeing as she's lost hers.)
And so that is how you end up on a double date with LaFontaine and Perry.
Of course, the two deny that it is a double date and Perry is outraged at the suggestion that it is anything but perfectly platonic.
("No, this is just a normal lunch meeting with a couple and my best friend!")
What you hadn't counted on however, was what a raging…bad person Carmilla could be.
When LaFontaine and Perry arrived, Carmilla immediately affected the cool and sarcastic persona that she often showcased around strangers.
And while you didn't begrudge her her personality, you can't help but feel like she could make a bit more of an effort.
When LaFontaine had sat down, they had raised an eyebrow at Carmilla and chuckled.
"So you must be the one Laura's been so head over heels for?"
"Must I be?" Carmilla had drawled, crossing her arms and raising her eyebrows at LaF.
Their grin had immediately faded and on seeing this, Perry had taken an immediate disliking to Carmilla.
Leaving you in an awkward lurch of lunchtime conversation.
But, you try to remain cheerful, try to do your best as you speak into the awkward gaps of conversation.
"So, umm…Carmilla- LaF here is doing Advanced Science at my University and Perry is doing Arts."
If you'd hoped that mentioning the Arts would peak Carmilla's interest finally, you were sadly mistaken.
She merely smirks at Perry and LaFontaine and remains silent.
Dear God you have never wanted to punch someone as much as you do Carmilla in this moment, because you know that she is so much more than this sharp, angry girl.
And yes, maybe you wanted to show her off a little to LaFontaine and Perry, show them the beautiful , intelligent girlfriend that you had somehow managed to land.
How were you supposed to know that your beautiful girlfriend would decide not to attend lunch, and send in her stead a grumpy, cold…bad person?
You try to ignore her, determined to remain cheerful as you chatter on about the various events at your university.
Carmilla remains grumpily silent, glaring at a confused LaFontaine and an annoyed Perry.
It's a welcome interruption when the waiter arrives to take your orders- surely Carmilla will have to speak now, if only to order her meal?
She does of course and in her low voice orders a sweet potato mash with hummus on the side. Her voice, as ever sends tingles up your spine.
You hate that you're still insanely attracted to her when she is being so awful to your friends.
But you don't choose who you love and the fact of the matter is, that as you look over at her carefully ordering, you want to touch her all over, rip her clothes off and…
You pull your mind out of the gutter hurriedly, but not before Carmilla notices your heated glance.
Trying to distract yourself, you order the first thing on the menu, not caring what it is and not noticing the raised eyebrows of your friends.
Once the waiter has left, you turn to resume talking to those at the table who wish to talk, but Carmilla has other ideas.
"And I just think, that our universities' policy on feminism needs to be seriously revised to include-"
You break off because Carmilla's hand has begun to wander up your knee under the table.
LaFontaine doesn't notice anything odd, and nods enthusiastically, their red hair flopping against their forehead.
(Beside them, Perry watches their hair flop with something akin to adoration.)
However you are unable to pay any attention to either of them, because Carmilla's hand is still drifting dangerously up your dress.
You try, you really do, nodding at the right places, oohing and ahhing when appropriate. But it is oh so hard when Carmilla begins to slowly, much too slowly, to dance her hand up your inner thigh, lightly tickling your skin.
You shift and strain against your seat, needing more contact. Her hand reaches upwards and upwards, closer and closer…
Just as it reaches the area where you need it most, Carmilla withdraws her hand and stands up, a strained expression on her face.
"I'm going to the bathroom." She growls out.
You're surprised and confused to say the least. And then abruptly, in a swirling malignant storm, your anger at her thunders through you.
Why was she being like this?
And so you almost miss the sad, scared look she shoots you as she pushes away from the table and strides away, so enraged are you.
(You and Perry both catch LaFontaine checking out Carmilla's ass as she walks away, but neither of you comment.)
You try desperately to apologise for your grumpy girlfriend.
"Yeah, I'm sorry guys, I guess she has a lot of baggage about family and friends and whatnot, I just thought…"
You trail off, because your own words have suddenly registered. You're abruptly terrified that there is something up with Carmilla, something more than just being antisocial.
"I should really go check on her…she's been in the bathroom a while now…I should be back soon!" You leave LaFontaine and Perry on their 'definitely not a date' and almost run to the bathroom, so scared are you that Carmilla is having a breakdown.
You push open the door to the bathroom-
-and lips assault yours.
It's Carmilla of course, waiting to ambush you. And suddenly your rage comes flooding back.
"What the hell Carm? Why are you being so mean to my friends? And now…what? You're trying to have sex with me in a bathroom?"
"It's not like you don't want to creampuff." She chuckles darkly and tries to keep kissing you.
But you will not accept defeat, pushing her away again.
"No. No. Carm, tell me what's bothering you?"
Her expression darkens, but on seeing how earnest you are, something seems to soften within her. She reaches over to you and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear.
"I'm sorry cupcake. It's no excuse, I just….sometimes I find it difficult to…"
She looks extremely affronted before blurting out:
"I just hate meeting new people ok? And LaF…well they reminded me of Will and it just kind of…"
You're shocked to say the least.
Carmilla has always seemed to you to be a savvy, seductive woman with her finger on the pulse of society.
You realise then that you'd neglected to understand that she was something other than an amazing girlfriend. Because she wasn't perfect. She was as flawed, as afraid, scared and alone as the rest of humanity.
Your love had perhaps blinded you but no longer- Carmilla was a scared girl, who in this moment needed you as much as you did her.
"Hey, hey," you murmur softly reaching over to take her hand. "You don't have to hide from me Carm. If you're ever not comfortable…"
She looks at you with her heart in her eyes and suddenly you're aware of how conveniently empty the bathroom is.
You know that sex doesn't fix everything, but Carmilla has such a look of naked need in her eyes that you cannot help but lean forward and kiss her softly.
And then harder, pushing her against the bathroom sink.
You pause, because you and Carmilla really should talk.
But Carmilla's tears brush against your cheeks and she whispers with such need, such vulnerability:
"Please Laura…I need you. Please cutie…"
And so you kiss her again and begin to gently run your fingers up her skirt.
"Baby, are you sure?" you whisper into her mouth as your fingers reach her panties.
"Cupcake, just fuck me already."
The expletive works its magic and you pull her underwear away.
You push her up against the sink, so that she is sitting almost on the edge of it, and gently spread her legs, lowering your face. Carmilla's fingers tangle into your hair desperately.
Your tongue enters her and she moans out, yanking roughly on your as you begin to gently brush over her clit with the tip of your tongue.
"Harder cupcake, more, more…."
You flatten your tongue out and lick up and down her vulva, before abruptly dipping into her opening.
Her head bangs against the bathroom mirror for a fraction of a second as she whispers your name in a deep purr.
You remove your tongue from her and instead begin to press open mouthed kisses around her clit, lightly pressing it with your tongue occasionally.
When her fingers dig deep into your skull, you work your way back down to her opening and begin to tease it with gentle flicks.
Her walls begin to tighten around you and you can feel that she is getting closer. Smiling in satisfaction you dip your tongue into her once more, her taste everywhere.
You begin to increase the motions of your tongue within her, getting progressively faster.
"Oh my god, I'm going to-"
And that is all it takes for apathetic, hostile Carmilla to come completely undone for you as her orgasm rocks through her in slow waves.
"Ah…Laura…"
After helping her ride out her orgasm on your tongue, you stand up, concerned, because you can see tears glistening in her eyes and you're scared that you did something horribly wrong.
"Carm…"
"No cutie, it's just…I've never had someone love me like you have before." She wipes away her tears, smiles shakily at you and collapses against the sink, pulling her skirt.
Both of you start to laugh then, because life is so ridiculous, so confusing, so perfectly odd.
You have just had sex with Carmilla in a freaking bathroom in the middle of a double date, for God's sake!
It was a miracle, surely, that no one had walked in, but you knew that you would do it all over again, if not to make her smile just a little longer.
After fixing mused hair and haphazard clothing, the two of you return to LaFontaine and Perry, both of you flushed, both of you trying not to grin like lovesick idiots.
(However this is ultimately futile. One look at you and LaF just knows what the two of you were just doing.)
As you sit down, the waiter arrives with the food and you smile at him happily, looking down at what you ordered and finding…
Oh no.
Boiled brussels sprouts. With cabbage and broccoli.
Oh God, you really should have checked what you were ordering…
(But honestly who would have combined those most hated foods together?)
Still, as double dates went, surely bathroom sex, outright hostility and boiled brussels sprouts wasn't the absolute worst it could have gone?