Gossip Column (Carmilla Fanfic)

Chapter 22

Laura and Carmilla landed in Paris early in the morning. After they had been through security and claimed their suitcases they left the airport. Before searching for a cab, Carmilla pulled Laura to the side of the entrance and gave her a long slow kiss.

"Welcome to Paris, Laura." she said, smiling widely.

They found a cab that took them to their hotel. The girls took a quick shower and changed before going out to eat.

"Where are we going?" Laura asked Carmilla once they started walking.

"A place where all your dreams will come true, Creampuff. I'm not even sure I should take you there, you might want to take up residence at the place and then I'll be the one who will have to explain to Sherman why his daughter is never coming back from Paris." she said, her tone showing that she was actually afraid Laura might not want to leave the place they were going to.

"Ooookay. You got me curious now. This place must be like heaven."

"Yeah," Carmilla snorted, "the place is certainly what you would call heaven."

They walked along Rue de Longchamp for a few minutes before Carmilla stopped in front of what seemed to be a patisserie, though the facade wasn't that impressive for a place that was supposed to be like heaven. Laura looked at Carmilla with an eyebrow raised in question, a habit she learned from the singer herself.

"Trust me," was all that she said as she opened the door and motioned for Laura to inside first.

The honey blonde gasped when she saw the interior of the place. There was a huge table full of different pastries that looked one more delicious than the other, her mouth started salivating at once. She turned to Carmilla with her mouth hanging open. The singer smirked at the dazed look on the other girl's face.

"Welcome to La Pâtisserie des Rêves." she said.

Laura had a hard time choosing what to eat, but Carmilla assured her they could go back there the next morning so she didn't need to try every single delicacy that day. After getting their take out boxes, they took a cab and went to the Musée D'Orsay so they could eat their pastries with a view over the Seine.

Carmilla watched Laura as the tiny girl ate looking at the river. She was impressed by the amount of sugar her girlfriend was managing to consume, that could not be healthy. Another thing that bothered the dark haired girl were the loud moans escaping Laura's mouth with each bite.

"Could you please not do that?" she asked a bit annoyed.

"Do what?" Laura said with her mouth full of millefeuille framboise.

"Moan like you're about to have an orgasm. I'm trying to keep my cool here and you're making it extremely difficult."

"But Carm," Laura said, swallowing the sweet pastry, "my taste buds ARE about to have an orgasm. I've never ever eaten anything as delicious as these. I want to move to Paris and eat these every single day for the rest of my life."

Carmilla rolled her eyes at the other girl.

"Gods, what have I done? Your father will kill me when he learns I made your sugar addiction even worse than it was before. We are going to start controlling your sugar consumption once we're back home. Or you'll have diabetes before you're thirty."

"Sugar is life Carm." Laura said, pouting a little bit.

The girls had a great day going to the tourist spots in Paris. They went to the Louvre Museum first, Laura staring fascinated at everything Carmilla was showing her. They stopped to eat lunch at the Caffe dei Cioppi, an Italian/Mediterranean restaurant in a hidden alleyway. They sat outside at a table for two and ate a delicious Buffalo mozzarella salad with d'Antan tomatoes and Penne aux petits pois et jameon de parme (Penne with peas and Parma ham). In the afternoon they went to Versailles Palace where Laura fell in love with the Hall of Mirrors. They went back to the hotel to take a shower and rest for a while.