The fifth thing Laura noticed was a sigh.
A quiet sigh, but a sigh nonetheless. She heard it when Carmilla was getting ready for bed and changing her shirt. Carmilla sighed, and slipped on a low cut vest, exposing the top of her chest slightly. Laura found herself unable to look away from the raven haired beauty, and quickly shifted her gaze away.
"Carm? What's that on your chest?" Laura frowned as a mark on Carmilla's chest caught her eye.
"It's a scar, Creampuff." Carmilla muttered, flopping down on the couch.
"But you don't have any scars." Laura continued.
"Well, I do now, cutie." Carmilla shrugged, looking down.
"Where from? It's new." Laura asked, curious.
"I got shot." Carmilla replied.
"I didn't realise it scarred." Laura said.
"Well, I didn't feel like bringing it up, oddly enough." Carmilla told her. "Please stop looking at it." She added, quieter.
"Why?" Laura asked.
"It's an eyesore."
Laura's eyes widened almost comically. "That's it! That's why!"
"Why what?" Carmilla asked.
"Why you got rid of your corsets. And stopped changing in front of me. And started wearing those tops with the high neck. And the constant checking!"
"Checking?"
"You're always making sure your shirt is positioned just so. I never realised why!"
"Hey, Poptart! Now would be a good time to stop talking!"
"But it's true! You're ashamed of your scar! That's why you've been like this."
"I'm warning you, Cupcake!"
"But I don't understand why you're ashamed! You're beautiful, Carm! It's not like you have anything to be ashamed of."
"Shut it."
"But the thing is, you're really pretty, and so's your scar, and I don't understand why you're hiding yourself."
"Laura!"
"And, on a totally unrelated note, scars are kind of hot." Laura finished.
Carmilla paused. "Kind of hot?" She smirked.
Laura rolled her eyes. "Go to bed, Carm." She sighed. Carmilla sighed and closed her eyes, lying back. She shivered in the cold evening air and grabbed a blanket for herself and one for Carmilla so she wouldn't get cold because the last thing Laura needed was a sick vampire to take care of. Laura crossed the room to where Carmilla was drifting off to sleep already, lying on the couch with her eyes closed. She pulled the second blanket over Carmilla, and, thinking the vampire was asleep, leant down and kissed her scar. "Goodnight, Carmilla." She whispered.
With that Laura laid on the sofa nearest to Carmilla and pulled the second blanket over herself. "Night, cutie." Carmilla whispered. Laura turned in her direction to see a smirk plastered over the vampire's face. She groaned.
"You're never gonna let me forget this, are you?"
Carmilla grinned. "Nope."