(yellow) pillow talk

Part One

"So you're a giant black cat, huh?" Laura asks Carmilla, who is standing directly in front of her, arms around her waist and no space between them. Carmilla lets a quick laugh escape. She can feel the embarrassment radiating off of her.

Laura's never had a kiss like that before.

"You okay, cupcake?"

Laura tries to avoid eye contact, but Carmilla's gaze is locked on her and it's so hard not to look. She's never been so beautiful. Sure, she's always been pretty, gorgeous even. Anyone could tell that much. But there's something about the honest desire for Laura in her face that makes her so lovely in this moment. It's the first time she's been entirely certain of her intentions.

"Cupcake?"

"Yeah? Oh, sorry," she realizes she's been staring speechless with parted lips as she was lost in thought. Carmilla definitely noticed, as her eyes eyes do not stray from where her own lips were placed only minutes ago. Too long.

"Are you okay?" Carmilla asks again.

"What? Yeah! Of course, it's just,"

"Yeah?"

"I mean it's just I've never..." her voice trails off as she tries to figure out how to finish.

"I know." Carmilla saves her the embarrassment. There's a first time for everything. Speaking of which,

"You know?"

Carmilla rolls her eyes, "did you really expect it to be a surprise?"

If anything were enough to start her heart again, it would be Laura's blush.

"I guess not," she answers, significantly more embarrassed than before, "I just... I don't know. I'm worried I won't live up to expectations. I don't want to be bad, yanno? I don't want to disappoint you."

"Sweetheart," Carmilla gathers every bit of sincerity hiding within her, "nothing you do could be a disappointment to me," she laughs, "do you not recall tying me up and keeping me hostage in my own room?" she looks in admiration at Laura's sheepish smile, "I still wanted you then, I still want you now, and I am still going to want you tomorrow. No matter what happens," Carmilla finishes. And she really means it.

Laura buries her face in the crook of Carmilla's neck and laces their fingers together.

Carmilla pulls her over to the bed where she sits beside her. She runs her thumb back and forth over Laura's for a few moments before gently tucking a loose strand of hair behind Laura's ear. Laura looks up into Carmilla's eyes. Neither of them look away. Carmilla pulls Laura's hand to her lips and gives a quick kiss.

"Do you want this?" she asks.

"Yes," Laura answers. No rants, no laughter, no anxious rambling on.

They kiss and it feels like no sense but touch exists until Carmilla begins trailing soft bites down Laura's neck and smells her shampoo. Nothing has ever smelt more like home.

She begins tugging at the end of Laura's shirt and feels her body tense then quickly relax again. She stops and waits for Laura's nod before continuing.

She pulls the shirt off and lets it fall to the floor of their dorm room. She begins to lean further and further into their kisses until Laura is lying on her back and Carmilla is horizontal, holding herself over her.

"Wait."

Carmilla immediately pulls back.

"I just..." Laura looks embarrassed again.

Carmilla laughs, "Go ahead, cutie."

Laura hurriedly gets up to collect her shirt and place it in her hamper.

"Better," Laura returns to her previous position on the bed.

Carmilla kisses her. It's hungry, but not demanding. And it's so enveloping that Laura can't even think to put her bra, which is now sitting where her shirt was, in the hamper.

Carmilla's kisses continue to migrate down her neck, collar bone, and... she stops at her chest. She can feel how hard Laura's heart is beating on her lips. She smiles. She knows her own heartbeat would be doing the same.

She places a few more kisses down Laura's stomach before stopping to unbutton her jeans. She looks up at Laura's face.

"Are you nervous?" Carmilla asks.

Laura nods.

She moves herself back over Laura's face to kiss her lips.

"It's okay," she says, "I'm nervous too."