carmilla x rosie

surpirse

They still had to manage their jurisdictions, that much was something Rosie had accepted early on. There were times when the other would stay over, and usually it was herself over at Carmilla's, laying in her large, luxurious bed with a pristine view over hell. Other times they curled in her own quaint bed, more centric and more private in one way without all the windows. Lately, she'd been asking Carmilla over a lot, but she'd yet to tell her why.

She didn't want to admit that it was because she was anxious; nervous over something that should be impossible, and she'd talked herself out of the possibility. After all, sinners couldn't reproduce. Carmilla was, as far as she recalled, a sinner. She couldn't.

They had another lovely romp the evening before, something that wasn't terribly rough, but full of emotion behind it. Carmilla woke up not terribly long after she did, and after a long while of gentle snuggles and soft, sugary sweet kisses, Rosie had coaxed her up. With a brief mention of disappearing down stars for coffee, Rosie was able to hold herself together all the way until she was sure Carmilla was down the hallway. Then, she threw herself off the bed, making a quick dash for the bathroom.

The last time she'd felt such a strong need to throw up had been when she had accidentally undercooked a liver after the person she'd taken it from had visited a few bars, and that was when she was still fiddling with recipes and trying to perfect them for herself, and for sale. The retching didn't last terribly long, but it still wasn't pleasant. After her dinner from the night prior seemed to be in her toilet, she braced herself against the sink as she tried to gather her strength back up.

It hadn't been the first time she'd done this, the third this week even, but it was the first time she'd done so with Carmilla staying with her. Just thinking of Carmilla down stairs, sleepy on the counter and making herself a pot of coffee was the only thing really keeping her together at that particular moment. No matter what was going on with her, everything would be alright with Carmilla near.

That was the encouragement, that was what allowed her to finally dig through the medicine cabinet in the bathroom, pulling out that cursed little thing she did by all means have available in her emporium, as not everyone who visited was a sinner. Talk of crude husbands this, ignorant boyfriends that, there were a few that had unsettling fears of what happened when they came together, and she supplied them peace of mind to that unease. She never thought ever in her hellish life that one day she would need the same.

After getting the toilet relatively clean and doing as she needed to in order to begin the process, Rosie propped herself up on the countertop with it on the other side, lightly swinging her legs as thoughts ran through her head at near lightning speed.

If she was pregnant, would everything work out? Would they be healthy, being the mix of a hellborn and a sinner? Would they share her appetite, or would they need to stay with Carmilla for safety? Would any of the other Overlords try to do something to them in order to gain an upper hand on either one of them? And what even would Lucifer say, regardless of how absent of a king he was. Surely there were some things in which he would take action for.

Rosie's thoughts were too harrowing to handle herself alone, that much she was sure of. Normally she wouldn't be so negative, so worried, so stressed, but such a thing wasn't easy to cope with. This was Hell. There would be a problem somewhere down the line.

She turned her head at last to stare at the test she'd taken, finding herself aghast with the answer.

Positive

She and Carmilla had done the impossible, and she had to wonder briefly if the 'cannot reproduce' rule applied to women only, or if it was different with Carmilla being an overlord.