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

Window pt. 2

Tags: Hollstein, Smut, the end

On one particularly humid day in June, only a week later, Carmilla's at her desk doing her usual work when she sees movement out of the corner of her eye. The blonde is waving her arms. Everything about her screams anger and frustration. Her feet are firmly planted and her shoulders are tense. Near the door, two men stand with their hands clasped behind their backs, looking properly reprimanded, and across the street Carmilla leans back in her chair and smiles.

They leave after more angry gestures from the tiny blonde. Then Laura turns around and runs her hand through her hair, shooting a look over to Carmilla's office. Their eyes lock across the distance. 

Carmilla half expects her phone to ring when she sees the blonde pick up an object and bring it to her ear, but it doesn't. She says a few words into the receiver and puts it back down a moment later, her hand lingering on the edge of the desk, as if contemplating something. 

The brunette tears her eyes away from her window. She has a lot of work to get done by the end of the day, and if she doesn't then that'll mean that she needs to stay at least an extra hour after work to make up for lost time. She picks up her pen and starts rereading a section of the paperwork

Not a minute later, though, her phone vibrates.

Laura: Look up

Her eyes widen comically, and her throat is dryer than the Sahara at the sight in front of her. Because holy fuck.

She scrambles to pick up her phone when she sees Laura's name pop up.

"Like what you see?" Laura's voice sounds deeper, raspier now that she isn't as angry as she was the last time they talked. It's practically irresistible, but not as irresistible as Laura sitting in her desk chair in the middle of her office half naked.

Right now she's glad she's the only one who can see Laura right now, because what would happen if the media found out the rising CEO of Boom likes to wear pink lace?

"Oh, Laura..." she tries not to sound so reverent and hungry, but in a moment like this, how else are you supposed to sound? How can she not want to be over there right now, pulling that lace down Laura's thighs and dropping down to her knees to- 

She hears Laura's moan, and it's only her moan that draws her attention to how Laura's hand's already found its way between her legs to rub tight circles into dampening lace.

"Tell me what to do, Carm," Laura pleads, her breath already quickening and hitching when she hits a particularly sensitive spot.

"Spread your legs wider," Carmilla says, rolling her own chair out so she can sit in the center of her office like Laura. Laura obeys easily, clutching the phone to her ear and moaning out quiet curses. "Good girl." 

"Fuck," Laura sighs out, laced with pleasure and impatience. "What next?"

"Take off your bra and play with your nipples," the brunette demands, biting her lip while she watches intently. Logically, she knows that Laura can stop this any time she wants by hanging up or saying stop, but part of her still feels unsure. 

Part of her feels like they could have done this better. Could have gone on a date, or at least talked to each other face to face. Or... at least without 15 feet of distance between them. But it's too late for hesitation because there's no going back now. The bra is off.

She hears the moment Laura starts rather than sees it. The moan is unbidden and louder than expected. Laura arches her back into it.

"You're perfect," Carmilla tells her through the phone. You're beautiful, is what she thinks, but doesn't say. She feels something stir low in her stomach and between her legs, and she knows she won't be able to go through this without anything on her end, so she undoes the button on her pants easily and slips her hand into her underwear. "Fuck."