She Keeps Me Warm

8

Carmilla giggled at the tiny grunts of frustration coming from behind her as she proceeded downstairs. "Come on, Cupcake. It's just a little box."

"The box is full of clothes!" Laura huffed, body shaking under the weight of her overpacked box.

It's not like she wasn't strong enough to move her own boxes, it was that she hadn't thought about how much she had packed into those boxes. If only Mattie had hired movers to go with the U-Haul; Mattie- who was sitting inside the back of the U-Haul on a box of China because 'It's the classiest thing Laura has to offer' with a glass of wine, the bottle sitting next to her stilettoed feet. She seemed to think it unnecessary since her sister was so strong and Laura seemed capable of holding her own against a few feeble pieces of cardboard.

"Maybe if your will power was as strong as your back talk, you'd make half a decent journalist."

"WHAT?!" The box made its way over Laura's head and banged into the truck after an angry throw from the tiny blonde, startling Mattie enough that she nearly spilled her wine.

(Oh, dear. We don't want that, do we?)

Carmilla doubled over with laughter, grabbing the angry girl around the waist to keep her from walking away. "It helped you get it in the truck, now, didn't it?"

"That's not funny!" Laura blushed, fighting the smile that formed from hearing Carmilla's laughter.

Since the two women solidified that they are in fact dating, their relationship changed. All morning they cracked sly jokes and allowed themselves to get closer to one another. It wasn't much, but it was for them. Carmilla was still pretty distant for the most part while Laura made most of the steps forward, a surprising twist for everyone. It made Mattie sick.

"Don't kiss her ass just yet. It's only been one day." She stepped out of the U-Haul with a roll of her eyes.

Carmilla growled at her sister as she helped her get off the ramp. Laura hid a dark tinge of blush behind her hair.

"Now that I have had a nice glass of Cabernet Sauvignon, I shall take the rest of this bottle and meet the movers at your house, Mircalla."

"THERE ARE MOVERS?" Laura squealed, wanting to strangle the Cabernet Sauvignon out of her, but not brave enough to try.

Mattie offered a single chuckle, making her way over to her car where her driver was waiting with the back door opened. "I have to find some way to entertain myself in the middle of all this emotional drabble."

Dark sunglasses covered a wink of her eye as she stepped inside and the door shut behind her.

"I have a love/hate relationship with your sister's luxuries...but is it bad if I want to force Polyjuice potion of a squirrel down her throat and run off with her valet?" Laura crossed her arms as they watched Mattie's car disappear down the street.

"You'd leave me all alone with a squeaky, squirrely Mattie while you run off with the driver? Ditched not even 24 hours into the relationship. That's a new record." Carmilla shoved a hand into her back pocket, eyes dancing with humor.

Laura giggled, enjoying the newfound playfulness. "She is your sister after all. It's only fair...and we should probably finish loading up and get to your place before said sister calls off the movers."

Carmilla knew all too well that her sister would do it, experiencing it twice in college. "Let's get a move on, cutie."

Laura bit her lip in worry as she followed back towards the building. "Hey, Carm?"

"'Sup, Cupcake?" The brunette paused and turned to address Laura's issue.

"Am I really a bad journalist?"