A/N: Thank you to rameczbarbika, LostinLove97, dwinouse and sabrina bayonet for their reviews on Chapter Ten.
If you're reading this fic then you're beautiful and amazing :) THANK YOU SO MUCH!
You don't know how Carmilla really feels about seeing Elle and having such a…colourful experience with her.
You hope that she was being honest when she told you to "forget it" and that it "didn't matter in the slightest."
You've tried to talk to her about it, but stone cold silences wore thin after a while, so you decided to let it drop for the time being.
In the meantime however, you decide to do everything in your power to distract Carmilla from thoughts of Elle.
And so, in order to take her mind off her jerkface ex, you decide to surprise Carmilla at her work with some cookies you'd baked instead of studying.
(You were a notorious procrastibaker and it really wasn't good when you had upcoming exams!)
She worked part time in a library quite close to your apartment, and honestly you cannot believe that you met her on a train when the two of you have been so close to each other the entire time.
You've always loved libraries and one of your favourite things to do with Carmilla is to visit her whilst she's working and argue over books.
(You like trashy romance and gritty thrillers. She likes everything and anything- except of course, for trashy romance novels.)
You can barely wait to tease Carmilla about the latest series that you've read, as you sneak up behind her to surprise her. She's sitting behind the library checkout desk, and you gently snake your arms around her and place a kiss on her cheek.
"Guess who?"
"Hmm…is it, by any chance my tiny, annoying girlfriend?" She drawls, without turning around from the library catalogue.
"I brought cookies."
Her attention immediately focusses on you, the catalogue now utterly forgotten.
"I take it back. You're the best little cupcake in the world."
She shifts over on her seat to make room for you and the two of you begin to happily stuff cookies in your mouths. They're still slightly warm and gooey from the oven and in that moment you love them almost as much as you do Carmilla.
Carmilla chews slowly on a cookie, and then leans forward to kiss you softly- her lips are an inch away from yours and her legs are pressing against you, and suddenly you want her, you need her, right then, goddamn it you want her and-
-someone begins coughing meaningfully behind you.
You pull away, embarrassed and blushing slightly. Carmilla is as always, blatantly unashamed. Her expression darkens however, on seeing the owner of the cough.
"Oh God. What do you want Xena?" She growls, disgruntled.
Danny Lawrence, Carmilla's tall, ginger, Amazonian co-worker quirks an eyebrow at the entangled couple as she towers over them.
"Oh I'm sorry Mortica Addams. Was I interrupting seduction time?"
"Yeah you kind of were. So if you could just, you know, come back never…"
Danny folds her arms over her chest in a take no prisoners manner.
"Well I'm sorry Mistress of the Snark, but I need you to put these books back in the stack. Laura can help too if you can't bear to be apart."
With a lot of grumbling and glaring at Danny (you're pretty sure that she muttered something like "stupid Clifford" under her breath) Carmilla gets up from her chair and brushes cookie crumbs off her.
You chuckle to yourself as you watch their antics, because you know that as much as Carmilla pretends to hate Danny Lawrence, the two are actually extremely close. They had a weird friendship much like a cat might have with a dog- constant bickering, constant glaring, constant fighting over the most trivial of issues.
But they loved each other really. And it made you smile, because Carmilla could be so lonely and you were happy that she had someone like Danny in her life.
You remembered one dark night when Carmilla's fear, her loneliness crept into bed and how she had whispered to you then in a soft gasp, of her terror after the car accident, and of the friendship that got her through it.
She'd told you how she had been unable to leave her apartment, unable to go see her friends (whose number gradually dwindled as she isolated herself) and how she had been almost unable to drag herself out of bed in order to say goodbye to those that she had loved and lost.
And then the tall redhead from her Philosophy study group, a girl she had barely known had dragged her out of bed and helped her through it. And stuck by her every day. No matter what.
No matter who abandoned her and left her in the dark, Danny would always be there for Carmilla to provide a glimmer of light. And you can't describe how glad you are that Carmilla has someone she can count as family.
You come back to yourself then, aware of both Danny and Carmilla staring at you, both of them clearly running out of 'witty' insults to trade.
Carmilla quirks an eyebrow as you visible shake yourself.
"Well?" She mutters.
"Well what?"
Danny huffs out a sigh.
"Small, gay and broody here is trying to ask you to accompany her to the book stacks."
"I don't 'brood' Xena."
"Oh, I'm sorry, I meant 'contemplate my insignificance in comparison to an arbitrary world instead of sleeping like a regular person,' my bad, I'm sorr-"
"-Okaaayy." You cut Danny off, flapping your hands in the air awkwardly. "I'm going to go help Carm. Feel free to eat some of the cookies- I left them on the desk."
As you walk away from Danny, Carmilla begins to grumble.
"You just had to say that didn't you buttercup?" She's as moody as ever, and glares at you as you wave a cheerful goodbye to Danny and tell her to "take care."
"Hmm? Say what?"
Carmilla puts on a high pitched voice, and wriggles her body awkwardly in a very, very bad impersonation of you.
"Take all the cookies you want Danny. Take me as well. And don't forget to take care!"
"I-I don't…it wasn't- hey did you just get jealous over a two second conversation I had with your best friend?"
"She's not my best- ah whatever cupcake."
Carmilla has the decency to look apologetic as she wheels the books towards the back shelf.
"Oooh!" you squeak excitedly, spotting the Harry Potter books on the shelf. "Those are the best."
Carmilla nods in agreement and after placing a book or two back on the shelves she moves towards the 'M' section.
"Oh my god! Twilight!" Once more, your voice squeaks annoyingly high and you're pretty sure you just saw Carmilla visibly flinch at the high pitch of your voice.
Carmilla is appalled at the mere mention of Twilight and is unimpressed.
"You can't be serious sweetheart?"
(You aren't actually a massive fan, not liking the borderline abusive nature of some of the relationships in the book, but you take a vindictive joy in rubbing Carmilla up about it, and she kind of deserves it after her grumbling.)
Affixing a lovesick look on your face, you sigh at the books and pick up a copy of Twilight.
"Are you Team Jacob or Team Edward?"
Carmilla's look could burn holes in the ceiling, so fiery with disgust is it.
"Cutie. No."
"C'mon Caarm. Just answer the question. Sparkly vamp or werewolf boy?"
"Sweetheart, I would be Team Bella, because Kristen Stewart. Now can we PLEASE go to another stack before I lose all of my remaining brain cells?"
But you can't help but poke fun at her a little more, it's quite hilarious to watch your grumpy little girlfriend get annoyed over Twilight.
(And teasing her was an efficient way further distract her from any broody thoughts about Elle, not that you'd ever tell her this.)
And so you begin to flick through the book, quoting at random:
"Edward had drawn many lines for our physical relationship…"
"Wow are you trying to seduce me with that creampuff?" At this she shoots her trademark Seduction Eyes (as Danny has often called them) at you, but to no avail, because you're a girl on a mission.
"I was distracted all weekend, worrying about you."
Carmilla makes a retching sound and mimes throwing up all over the books (it'd probably be doing the world a favour).
It only gets worse from there.
"I watched you sleep."
"Fucking stalker."
"I'm not strong enough to stay away from you."
"He's a vampire. Doesn't he have like, super strength?"
"And so the lion fell in love with the lamb."
"That isn't a very smart move. Survival wise."
You take a deep breath as you open to the page where Edward reveals his sparkly nature, and your excitement must show in your eyes, because something like genuine fear flashes in Carmilla's eyes.
"Cupcake. Will you please, for the love of God, STOP QUOTING TWILIGHT." She says this so loudly, that people reading a few rows over begin to passive aggressively "shh" the two of you.
"Make me." The words are out of your mouth before you can stop them, in a horrible cliché straight from one of those chick flicks you had watched instead of studying.
"Fine." Carmilla spits out, still infuriated by Edward's idiocy.
She steps closer to you, invading your personal space and backing you up against the shelf so that New Moon and Eclipse are pressing against your back.
You swallow, suddenly nervous as Carmilla reaches out and gently plucks Twilight from your limp fingers and tosses it aside.
She rests her arms on either side of you, as she leans in closer and closer, smirking that infuriatingly attractive smirk. Her eyes have gone dark as she stares at you, and you gulp as she slowly licks her lips.
Oh God, she looks like she wants to eat me. You think, channelling your inner Bella Swan momentarily.
You get a funny feeling in your stomach at the look in Carmilla's eyes as she leans her forehead on yours. Your breathe out in a harsh gasp.
And then, her lips are pressed with infinite care against yours. You moan out at the electricity that that brief touch has incited within you, but then growl in frustration when she pulls away.
"No more quoting Twilight, creampuff." She says, and you're shocked to see that she too is breathless from that briefest of touches.
And then, in a sudden motion Carmilla kisses you, kisses you hard, pulling against your bottom lip and brushing her tongue against it. Her arms move to pin you closer against her and you eagerly move forward, desperate for more contact.
You lose yourself in her, as you always do and as you suspect, you always will.
But unfortunately you cannot let her win the Twilight Battle of the Library and so you somehow manage to twist your head away from Carmilla, stopping your kiss.
That doesn't deter her however, as she continues to kiss along your jaw, your shoulders, your collarbone, sliding a hand up the back of your shirt and rubbing your lower back in slow circles.
"I'm irrevocably in love with you." You manage to pant out as she kisses your neck softly.
"That's nice cuti- that was another Twilight quote wasn't it?" she stops kissing you momentarily to glare at you. But then she looks at you with a mischievous glint in her eyes, and whispers "I guess I'm just going to have to try harder to silence you then…"
And that she does, as she pulls you towards her once more and kisses you, she kisses you harder and harder, until you are breathless and dizzy and cannot remember the Twilight Series at all, let alone your own name.
The bookshelf rattles dangerously as she presses against you and you moan again at the feeling of her against you.
Your hands begin to wander from where they have been resting at your sides. Of their own accord they slip under her shirt and begin to ghost across her abdomen.
(Now it's Carmilla's turn to moan.)
Twilight and the books that the two of you were supposed to be stacking are long forgotten when a disapproving voice brings you back to yourself.
"Hey Mortica. That does not look like appropriate stacking." Danny is standing at the end of the row, arms crossed and unimpressed to say the least.
"I was just educating her on the joys of Twilight." You gasp out as Carmilla rolls her eyes beside you. "It's actually very important for a librarian to know."
"Yeah whatever Holli- wait. Carmilla Karnstein was reading Twilight?"
You burst out laughing then, and it seems that the whole library whispers "shh" as one, massive, passive aggressive mass.
Whatever remaining street cred badass Carmilla Karnstein had, you've utterly destroyed it.
But Carmilla's smiling and her lips are swollen from kissing you and you know that she doesn't care in the slightest.
A/N 2: I hope you guys liked that. I'm really sorry but I go back to school next week so my updating is going to get haphazard :( I'll write whenever I can, I promise!