The library was mostly empty, so Carmilla thought it safe to drape her arm across my shoulders, pulling me closer to her. She knew where the books were by heart, so my extensive book list was quickly ticked off. By the time we were nearly done, Carmilla was nuzzled into the crook of my neck.
I pluck a book from its shelf and leaf through the pages as Carmilla's hands snake up the inside of my shirt.
"Carmilla . . ." I warn, my heart racing as her soft fingers brush up my stomach.
"Hm?" She mumbles, pressing her lips to my throat.
"We-We're in the- library."
"Mhm." She places her hands on my hips, and pushes me back into a bookshelf.
"We shouldn't." I gasp.
"We're running out of places, Creampuff." She says, pulling back. "Your friends never knock when we're in the dorm room, and we've been caught in the girl's bathroom. We can try for an empty classroom if you'd like. . . . Unless you want to stop keeping secrets, even though secrets are fun."
"I'd hardly call secrets 'fun'." I snort. Carmilla still has her hands up my shirt. "Gallivanting about with some sort of hidden agenda."
"If you don't enjoy that part, then you're doing it wrong."
The room is dark, which is good, but the noise of panic that escapes my lips is swallowed by Carmilla's lips. She grinds against me, shoving me harder into the shelf. Honestly, it was an absolute disrespect of university property, something that would get us both kicked out. What would my father says if I had to tell him I got kicked out of college because I was having sex in the library?
The thought quickly flies away as Carmilla grins against my lips, her tongue running across my bottom lip. Her kiss was passionate, insistent. Her fingers run up the curve of my spine until they reach the clasp of my bra. She helps my wiggle out of it, before her lips are back at the base of my throat, and her thumbs were brushing my nipples. I let out a gasp, despite trying to hold it in.
"You can't- just fuck me- in the middle of the library." I manage to get out. I was trying to be as quiet as possible, because I'm sure someone was in here, and the way Carmilla had me against the books was not okay.
"Want me to stop?" She murmurs, running her tongue along my neck. I feel her knee, nudging my legs apart. "Hm?"
"No." I gasp, as she unbuttons my jeans. "Don't you dare."
"Then, find something to hold onto, sweetheart." She whispers huskily as her fingers move along the outside of my underwear. She jerks it aside before slipping her fingers inside of me.
I couldn't help myself. I cry out in pleasure. It was something to do with, I had to be quiet, so I'm going to be so much louder. My hips jerk against Carmilla, pushing her back a centimeter.
We wait, Camilla's fingers still very much inside of me, waiting fora scream, or someone to come rushing over to find us. There was nothing.
"Cupcake," Carmilla chuckles. "The thing about secrets," she draws out her fingers before thrusting them back in, rough, "is that you have to be quiet."
"Carmilla, I swear to god-" I gasp, my nails digging into her shoulders.
"Cupcake, shut up-"
"Don't tell me to shut up." I growl, shoving against her.
She looks startled by my forcefulness as she backs up a step. I step forward, pushing her back into the shelf behind her. I keep my eyes locked with hers as I unclasp her leather pants. "I'll shut myself up."
Carmilla and I had been together so many times in the past few months, I knew how to make her scream. My fingers play with her underwear as I leave lingering kisses along her jaw. It wasn't until I reached her earlobe, and tug lightly on it with my teeth, when she grunts, bucking her hips against mine.
"Laura- fuck. Don't even- just fuck me."
I press a soft kiss to her lips, and kneel in front of her.
Carmilla tenses, her hand searching wildly for something to hold onto, her other hand tightening in my hair. I pull her underwear aside, planting a soft kiss to the inside of her thigh, then another kiss to her clit. Carmilla squirms, urging me to go further. I kiss her clit again, before pressing the flat of my tongue against it, taking a long, slow swipe.
The moan I get from Carmilla was loud, and long. Someone surely must have heard that. The thought must have crossed Carmilla's mind too, because her grip in my hair loosens. Suddenly, I feel the urge to make her moan, make everyone hear her beg for me. I glide my tongue across her clit again, and grin at the 'fuck you, Laura' I get. My hands move around her to cup the curve of her ass. Her hips start moving again in frantic, jerky movements. I suck hard at her clit, before moving back.
Carmilla whines for a second before I pump my fingers inside of her.
"I hate you." Carmilla gasps as I stand straight, giving her a smug smile while my fingers move inside of her. I press a sloppy kiss to her lips, and I feel Carmilla clench around my finger. I slow the movements, eliciting another 'fuck you, Laura' from her.
"You're not going to come, if you act like a jerk." I mumble as she bites down on my neck.
"Fuck- just-"
I stop altogether, pulling back to look her in the eyes "Ask me nicely."
For fuck's sake-" Carmilla groans. "Please, Laura, please."
I take it, pumping my fingers back into rhythm. Carmilla moves her hips with my fingers, letting out moan after moan. I press my thumb over her clit, and press my lips to her's, swallowing the scream she was building up.
"I don't think I can look at the library the same, anymore." I murmur. "There has to be someone that heard us."
Carmilla shakes her head, pulling her leather pants over her butt. "Sh-shut up, Hollis."
"Well, at least heard you."
