Someday I'm Gonna Be With You (Carmilla One-Shots)

Don't wanna leave

Blanket Forts and Broken Hearts

Tags: Hollstein

She sees her in the kitchen sitting at the center island early in the morning most days with a cup of coffee. It is usually on the verge of slipping through her fingers as she dozes with her head rested on her arms.

Carmilla always catches it before it even has a chance to fall, because the moment Laura gets out of bed at dark o'thirty, Carmilla is wide awake. She won't admit it, but it's getting harder and harder to sleep without Laura nestled in her arms all night, legs tangled and their breathing in sync. Well, when Carmilla could breathe, anyway.

What she misses most is the tired mornings when Laura refused to get up unless Carmilla made her a cup of coffee or hot chocolate. She finds herself smiling at the memory, but she feels a twinge in her chest knowing that it's just a memory now. Laura's right there next to her; it's too soon for anything to be in the past, but lately she feels farther and farther away.

She's spending more time at the news station, reporting on more stories. She's taking her career as a journalist even more serious now, if that's even possible.

Today Laura is surrounded by multi-colored index cards, like the ones that she used for her five year plan. Moving closer to the tired girl, she gently takes the empty mug from her loose grip, placing it on the counter next to the cards. Now that she's closer, she sees that they are those cards from the plan. She picks one of them up.

Buffy Marathon (all 7 seasons) with Carmilla <3

She turns turns it over in her hands slowly as she glances down at Laura and smiles sadly.

It's picturesque lighting. The newborn sun shining through the curtains and highlighting the blonde's exhausted and mussed profile with golden rays, making every out of place strand of hair shine brilliantly . If she could stay in this moment forever, she'd be content.

She decides it's time once she sees that the clock on the oven reads 6:45 AM. Carefully she brushes Laura's hair away from her cheek and presses a soft kiss to it.

"Laura," she whispers, pressing another kiss to the tiny gay's cheek, closer to her mouth, and caressing her cheekbone with her thumb gently, "wake up."

"Carm?" Laura says groggily, slowly coming to life and raising herself from the island to stretch her back.

"Good morning, Cupcake." She leans down once more to press a soft kiss to the blonde's lips, feeling her empty chest tighten with how much she misses her. The smaller girl reciprocates in a languid manner as she's not fully awake yet, and she tastes bittersweet like cold hot chocolate. Not the best taste in the world, Carmilla admits, but that's her Laura. They break apart after a minute, and Carmilla walks over to the refrigerator, still fiddling with the card she picked up.

"What's with the new project?" the vampire asks nonchalantly as she grabs a bottle of Soyblood and carefully takes a sip. She's still getting used to having to drink blood again after spending five whole years as a human. Laura looks down at the index cards spread out over the island top.

"I'm condensing my five year plan into a three year plan," Laura explains as she picks up a card, reads it, and places it in a pile to her left. Carmilla places her Soyblood on the counter, sits on the stool next to hers, and turns toward her with poorly concealed concern.

"Why?"

"Because," Laura answers simply, tight-lipped as she continues sorting cards and rearranging the ones she's already sorted. She stops when Carmilla covers one of her hands with her own, caressing the smooth skin there with her thumb in a slow back and forth motion.