Carmilla and I packed quickly. We didn't want the others to see us leaving. My heart ached because I knew I was leaving. I shouldn't. I needed to stay and help, the campus was in trouble. I felt torn, and I felt myself leaning back towards staying. It was my job. It was my responsibility. I turn back to Carmilla my mouth opening to tell her we were staying.
She suddenly engulfed me into a hug, her warm mouth pressing firmly against mine. I melt into her kiss. Her hands grip my shoulders, keeping me grounded with her. "We can go anywhere you want, Laura." She whispers against my lips. "Paris, India, Egypt. . . . Anywhere."
I say nothing, dreading what I was about to say.
Carmilla could see it in my eyes that I wanted to stay. "Laura. I'll stay if that's what you really want. But you've earned to get away. It's not your job to keep everyone safe. You need to think of yourself before anyone else, you need to think about your health." She runs her fingers up and down my arms in a soothing way.
I smile. She always said the right things to me. "I want to go wherever you want. You know more about those places than me."
We decided to go to Germany. Well, really Carmilla decided, but I was more than happy to go with her. It was almost one in the morning when we left the house, bags in hand. Carmilla booked the flight, first class.
The flight was long, and all I could think about how I left with just leaving LaF and Perry with a note. My heart hammers against my ribcage. Carmilla takes my hand in hers. I didn't even know how hard I was gripping my chair until she massaged the tenseness out of my fingers.
"They'll be okay." Carmilla whsipers in my ears. "They're grown adults that can make their own decisions."
"I know, Carm, it's just . . . I hate leaving at all, but the way we left. In the thicke of it."
She presses a small kiss to my cheek. "If they really need us, they'll contact us. But right now I want you to worry about yourself. I want you to be as carefree as you've ever wanted to be. Your dad didn't let you out much, and you imediately were thrown into saving everyone. Just do whatever the fuck you want."
I smile sadly, and nod. I knew she was right. I always worried about everyone else, ever since I could remember. I never just made sure I was okay. Carmilla's thumb brushes over my knuckles, reminding me she's still there. We had our fights, but I knew she was there for me.
I settle down into my chair, resting my head on Carmilla's shoulder. "You're right. That doesn't mean I'm not going to worry about them. But I'll try to have fun."
It was an almost eight hour flight, and with the time difference, it was nearly dinner time. Carmilla surprised me by going to a five star hotel and booking their biggest room. Carmilla stripped from her clothes, and stepped into the bathroom.
I was alone in the room. My thoughts went back home. LaF and Perry were surely to be up, and freaking out. I told them where we were going and that I was sorry. Perry would understand. I hope. Danny would be livid. I'm sure she hates me for leaving.
Carmilla strides out of the bathroom, completely naked. Her porcelin white skin was perfect, no marks on her except for the occasional birthmark on her stomach and legs. I had seen her naked so many times, but she never failed to take my breath away.
She takes my hand and pulls me into the bathroom. The bath was huge, I would classify it more as a jaccuzi than a bath tub. Hot water pours into it, bubbles frothing at the edges, and it smelled a lovely lavendar.
Carmilla helps me out of my clothes. Her fingers caress my stomach, and shoulders as my shirt came off. She drops down to the ground to pull my jeans off, pressing feather-like kisses up my thighs as she came back up. I loved how completely bare I could be with her.
She eases me into the tub, her body pressed behind me. Her warmth flows through me as I lean against her. She washes my hair for me, running the warm water down my body to calm me. We stayed in until the water went cold. Carmilla took care of me, wrapping me in a towel and leading me back into the bedroom.
I lay back as she straddles my thighs. Her fingers hook around the towel, before pulling it off, leaving me naked again. She leans down, her mouth latching onto the skin of my neck. I feel her hand move down my stomach, to my center. She waits for me to say yes or no.
My hands delve into her hair, and I nod slightly. Two of her fingers press into my opening, and I let out a small moan. My cheeks warm, and I felt my heartbeat spike. I'm sure she could hear it; I feel her lips turn up into a smirk against my neck.
Usually, our sex was hot, and messy. Our hair turned into a mess, and something usually ended up broken, or clothes ruined. But we had the occasional slow, passionate love making. Carm was tender, she made sure I was okay. She took her time to make me climax, she wanted things to be perfect.
And it was. Her fingers moved slowly, striking a steady rythm to build the warmth in my stomach. Her mouth roams around my neck, leaving kisses and bites on my skin. She pulled my bottom lip into her mouth for a second, before swiping her tongue across the tender skin.
My muscles tighten involuntaritly, and I come with a small gasp. Warmth floods through my body, all the way through my fingers and toes. All I could see was Carmilla, all I could feel was her warm body pressed against mine, and her lovely fingers pressed deeply inside of me. All there was was Carmilla.
