Weekends were the best with Carmilla. The weekdays were filled with work, we saw each other in the morning, I went to work and when I got back Carmilla was still working until dinner. Then bed and the whole cycle starts over.
But weekends were our time, specifically Sundays. Saturdays were still kind of work filled until later in the day, but Sundays were just filled with relaxation.
After I graduated, we moved to a small studio apartment in Paris. Actually, Carm had plenty of places to stay kind of all over the world, but she let me pick the place.
Right now, it was the middle of summer, our AC unit was out and all our windows were open. Carm and I were laying on the couch, a droplet of sweat was currently running down my spine, but it wasn't all bad. Since Carmilla was her vampire-self, she was unnaturally cold and with her bare body pressed against mine, her touch cooling me down, I was starting to feel a little better.
I was dressed down in my underwear and bra, and a red and black checkered flannel. Carm, on the other hand, was wearing a pair of my boxers that fit perfectly to her ass, and my tank top without a bra on. She was more clothed than I, but the coolness of her body felt we were skin to skin.
Carmilla's hands trace softly up my spine under my shirt. I loved the way she could be so affectionate with me. The gentle touch of her fingers, the way she held me. She knew I was hot beyond relief and she would do whatever she could to help alleviate it. Carm tried fixing the air conditioner, but over her immense lifetime engineering was not something she learned.
So we just laid here. Carmilla's choice of classical music floating in the air, the smell of our soon to be dinner wafting towards my nose, I let out a long heavy sigh. Pure content washed over me. It was a feeling I got a lot now. It could be like now when Carm and I were snuggling together, or when I would look across the table at breakfast and she would be reading a book, or when we would go out at night and we'd get ready side by side.
"When's dinner?" I mumble against Carmilla's neck. Every Sunday she would make me a fabulous dinner that she learned from her extravagant travels.
"Is that all I am to you?" Carm chuckles. "Just your little maid?"
I laugh, resting my chin on her chest so I could look at her. "No. You also give me really great sex."
"Ah, food and sex. I can't argue with you there."
"But really, when's dinner?" My stomach grumbles to back me up.
Carmilla rolls her eyes and shakes her head. "I'll finish it as soon as you get off of me."
I think about it for a minute before shaking my head. "Or how about we just order a pizza and we don't have to get up."
She shakes her head. "Cupcake, I've been waiting for this dish all week, I am not passing it up for pizza. Plus, I got champagne and pizza doesn't go well with that."
"Oooh, champagne, I'll let you up for that."
Carm rolls her eyes again before pressing a short hard kiss to my lips. She grips my shoulders and in one fluid she flips me onto my back on the couch. She stands and walks to the kitchen.
Immediately it felt like it was 20 degrees warmer without her next to me. So I stood and walked with her into the kitchen.
"Someone's awfully clingy today," Carmilla mumbles. She bends over the stove to grab the pan from inside. I wasn't sure what it was, but I knew it had something to do with pasta.
"It's too hot not to be." I walk behind her, wrapping my arms around her stomach. I watch her for a minute over her shoulder. I liked to watch her work; she could be so focused, her movements so purposeful.
I might have kept watching her, or maybe I would have moved on to something else, but then I noticed the swoop of her neck and the way her muscles contracted when she moved her arms.
I press my lips softly against the side of her neck, right where her pulse would be. My teeth brush against her skin, and I hear Carm take a sharp intake. I can't help but smile. Carmilla could be so put together, but I was the only one who could make her fall apart.
"Laura, do you want dinner or not?" Carm growls and I laugh.
"Yes. But maybe I want something else too."
Carmilla flips around in my arms, her backside hitting the edge of the counter. Her eyes travel down my chest and my bare stomach, and I see her pupils dilate. She looks back up at me, and there's a small beat of silence.
Carm suddenly pulls me closer, her arms wrap around my neck, her lips press harshly against mine. I was taken a little by surprise, but I took in stride. I press her harder against the counter, my knee fitting perfectly between her legs. Her fingers delve into my hair, grabbing a thick lock and pulling a little too hard.
Her lips latch onto my throat where my heart was beating fast and hard. Her tongue traces slow patterns on my skin, and I feel the sharp point of her incisors on my neck. Carmilla's cool fingers hook under my underwear and pull them down slightly.
She stops suddenly, her hands still on my hips, but her lips leave me, and she pulls away from me slightly. "Sunshine, I'm fucking starving." She laughs.
I smile, but there was still a slow ache between my legs that wasn't there before.
Carmilla wraps her arms around me again and presses her lips to mine again. It was slower this time, softer. Her hands grip my sides, fitting herself against me.
We sit at the table, Carmilla dishing out the plates. Carm's music was still going, so we sit and she talks about her immense knowledge of whoever was playing. Honestly, since knowing her I've learned a lot about old people and things like that, which hasn't been all bad, but I loved the way Carm could just go on and on about things like that.
It was amazing how different she could be with me than when she was around my friends. She could just talk, and she would look at me like I was the only person in the world. She didn't do that with anyone else.
As we sit at our table, in our apartment, I get that wave again. Looking at Carmilla, I let out a long sigh, a wide smile on my face. This was where I was supposed to be. I was meant to be right here in this shitty apartment with Carmilla Karnstein.
