Hollstein: One Shot Prompts

What the What??

Laura has just started a job at a pizza place near her apartment building as a pizza delivery girl. So far her job has been easy going and pretty normal. That is until Carmilla orders half a dozen pizzas, and Laura finds her doing something very....unusual.

'One last delivery, one last delivery, one last delivery!'  Laura chants to herself as she rides down the street on her bike. She finds that she usually has to do this when she has this usual 18-hour work day of delivering to places all over the city.

While the idea of delivering a pizzas for 18 hours sounds ridiculous (not to mention fake, who works for 18 hours?!), but that's what Laura has to do to get ahead of the rent for her apartment. Surprisingly, to get an apartment in Styria near the Silas campus was more expensive than Laura thought.

As she nears the location that was marked on her GPS, she realises that the place she has to deliver to is in her apartment complex. Laura speeds up her peddling as she takes a shortcut that she takes frequently.

69A is the room of which Laura has to deliver the half a dozen pizzas to, and she's thankful that she doesn't have to drag herself up the stairs after her legs were so tired from cycling all over the place all day.

But as she approaches the room, she steadily grows concerned as she smells smoke coming from the room. Laura's relief is quickly replaced by her concern as she pounds on the door. She stifled her laughter as she tried her best to ignore the immature thoughts and jokes running through her mind at the door's room number.

"Hello! Are you in there?! Are you okay? Is something on fire?!" Laura shouts, upon receiving no response she steps back. With a deep breath, Laura kicks the door in....

And immediately after is tackled to the floor.

The breath is torn from Laura's lungs from the sudden impact....though she isn't sure it was the impact that took her breath away anymore as she took in the sight of the woman above her.

"Ever heard of knocking?" The raven haired woman snarled in her face, though Laura really couldn't care less about the anger being thrown at her when she was too busy being turned on by her current position with Carmilla. "I tried, but you didn't answer. I smelled smoke coming from your room. I thought it was a fire, but now I see it was you that was making the room so hot." Laura was surprised by her own confidence, though it wavered slightly when the taller woman huffed and got up, running a hand through her hair at the situation she has been put in.

Laura on the other hand was suddenly very aware of her surroundings and spotted the trash can that had flames spurting out from the top of it. Laura had been so consumed by her lesbinanism and her gay goggles that she had completely forgotten about the stench of smoke surrounding the area of the room. Her eyes widened and she jumped up off the floor, her arms flailing as she tried to find the words to express her emotions. "Ummm. WHY IS THERE A FLAMING TRASH CAN?!?" Laura shouted, not in an angry tone, more like a very confused high pitched tone. Carmilla sighed and ran a hand through her hair once more. "It's a ritual. It's sacred. I gather items from areas of the ignorant and oppressed, then sacrifice them to the Rainbownflagnik Gods so that they can either doom those too stupid to open their minds to the modern, or bless those in need of hope." Carmilla sighed, this ritual was important and now it has been ruined.

"Sounds chivalrous." Laura commented once she calmed down after finding out this wasn't some type of weird goat sacrifice. "Anyway, I have your pizzas just by the front door that you ordered. Half a dozen BBQ meatlovers pizzas?" Laura asked warily, concerned that she didn't actually order anything and it was some sort of prank call. But was relived when a hint of a smile settled on Carmilla's lips as she nodded. "Thank the gods, I'm starving!" Carmilla breathed, waiting for Laura to bring the pizzas in. "That'll be $23.87 please!" Laura grinned, handing Carmilla the pizzas as the latter handed her the cash. "Thanks sweetheart." Carmilla winked, moving to settle the boxes on her living room coffee table. "Why did you order so many pizzas anyway? You look like you live alone..." Laura pondered but soon stopped when she realised how rude her comment sounded, Carmilla spoke before her mouth could even open. "I was supposed to have company, but it looks like neither of my siblings are going to show up...care to join me cutie?" Carmilla raised an eyebrow in question.

Oh come on, did you seriously think she didn't notice Laura's gawking and terrible pick-up line?

"Uhhhh. W-what? Here...with you...I-I-I mean...I don't have anymore deliveries I g-guess so-" "Oh, for gods sake Creampuff, sit down and eat the greasy food!" Carmilla groaned, though she smirked when Laura blushed and sat down, taking a slice from the box and eating it tentatively.

"So, Laura as it says on your name tag....

Have you always been that cute?"

And that is how the delivery girl ended up dating a philosophy major