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“Well, this just escalated from terrible to fucked up.”
“LaFontaine, hush.”
“Just calling it like it is.”
Carmilla sat down and put her face in her hands. She looked up at Laura. “I…she promised me she wouldn’t do this again.”
Laura looked back at Carmilla in silence. Carmilla stood up.
“I swear I didn’t know she would do this. I didn’t know she would go this far.”
“Your mom did this to my dad?”
Carmilla’s eyes began to water. “I swear,” a sob hidden beneath her voice, “I didn’t mean for this to happen.”
Laura rushed to Carmilla’s side and cupped her hands to Carmilla’s face. “Shh, shh, I know, I know.”
Carmilla furrowed her eyebrows. “You don’t hate me?”
“What?” Laura laughed. “Why would I hate you?”
“My mom, she—”
“You sat with me for hours in the hospital waiting room. If your mom did this, you’re not responsible. There’s no way.” Laura wiped away one of Carmilla’s tears with her thumb. “Carm, look at me.” Carm looked up. “We’re gonna be okay. You just need to tell us your side of the story, okay?” Laura placed a delicate kiss on Carmilla’s cheeks.
Carmilla nodded and sat down at the dining room table. Laura took the seat next to her. Carmilla opened her mouth, but words failed to come out. She used her left hand to grab her right shoulder and rubbed it. She looked up at Laura with scared eyes.
“I’ve lied about a lot of things.”
Laura nodded. “I understand.”
Carmilla half laughed. “You really don’t.”
Laura studied her. “Why don’t we start at the beginning?” she suggested.
Carmilla nodded and took a big breath. No brushing around the subject anymore, she thought.
“I was born Mircalla, daughter of the Count Karnstein in Styria, Austria.” Carmilla briefly paused to gauge their reactions. “My family owned one of the most powerful companies in Austria, politically, economically, everything. We were highly disliked, but such worries meant little to a wealthy girl. When I was 14, my mother was caught embezzling money out of one of the private schools she owned. I don’t know exactly what happened, but one day she came home and told us to pack quickly and lightly. We boarded a flight to America, moved around a lot, until we ended up in New York. She got my brother and I new passports, new names, it was an entire ordeal. She became principal of an elite private school and before you knew it, Mircalla and Wilhelm were know Carmilla and William enrolled at one of the best private schools in the nation.
“About halfway through my sophomore year, my mother approached me and asked me to make friends with the popular girls of my class. So, for better or worse, I pretended to enjoy their company. Invited them to sleepovers at my mother’s penthouse, gave them free gifts, free alcohol. All provided via my mother, of course. And that’s how I met Ell.” Carmilla smiled at this, but dared not look at Laura.
“Only this time nothing was a lie. It started off the same. Concerts, parties, alcohol. We became
fast
friends.” She scoffed at the word “fast.” “There was never a moment we were apart. I mean, it wasn’t that hard considering that my mother put me in every one of her classes.”
Carmilla paused and inhaled again. “Ell’s father was a trustee of the school. I had no idea, but Mother did, and I guess that’s all that mattered in the end.
“We’d been together for a couple weeks when Ell told me her father was going out of town. We had never gotten a moment alone, so we planned a weekend. I told my mother we were planning sleepover, which I guess wasn’t a complete lie.” Carmilla chuckled.
“Right before I was to leave for the ‘sleepover’ my mother handed me a combination. She told me when everyone at the sleepover was asleep to sneak to the study of Ell’s father and put the combination in the safe. I was to retrieve to account numbers and their PINs.”
“Did you do it?” Laura asked after a few seconds of silence.
Carmilla finally looked up at her and nodded. “After Ell and I... when she was asleep, I did it. I didn’t know any better; I was 15, I didn’t even know what a bank statement was.”
Carmilla grabbed onto her shoulder again. “A week later, my mother came home from work early and caught us in my room. She didn’t even get mad, she...she laughed . She got mad later. Really mad.” Carmilla rubbed her shoulder; Laura noticed.
“Ell was too embarrassed to talk to me after that, and by the next week, the movers came and we moved here. And now she’s doing the same exact thing.” Carmilla looked up at Laura. “Only this time she’s not afraid to hurt someone.”
“But where does my dad fall into this? He’s a janitor, not a trustee. Not even a person with a lot of money.”
Carmilla inhaled and rubbed her shoulder again. “Probably just got caught in the crosshairs.”
“But why?”
“Maybe he knew something he wasn’t supposed to.”
“What could he have known?”
“I don’t know, Laura!” Carmilla suddenly shouted, followed by a pounding silence. “I told my mom I wasn’t going to play her game anymore, so she sent me to Janarius. After everything with Ell, it didn’t take much convincing to have her send me to a Catholic school.”
Laura studied Carmilla, but turned to Laf and Perry. “Is that everything you guys need for right now?”
“Uh, I guess…” Laf stuttered, taken aback by Laura’s question. “To be honest, I don’t really know what we should do with this information.”
“Well, we obviously aren’t going to figure it out at 11pm on a Friday night, so maybe you guys should leave.” Carmilla said, fists clenched, staring at the ground.
“That’s sounds like a great idea,” Perry said, walking towards the door. “Lafontaine!”
Laf looked at Laura with a frown. Laura nodded, as if to say “I got this.”
Laf looked at Perry, and together, the two made their way out of the house. After Laura locked the door, she made her way back to Carmilla who hadn’t moved.
Laura crouched down and looked up at Carmilla.
“Hey,” she took Carmilla’s hand in hers.
“Hey.”
“We’re gonna get through this.” Carmilla nodded. “I’m serious. We’ll figure something out. I know what you’re thinking, and they’re gonna have to get through me if they plan on taking you anywhere.”
Carmilla looked up at this.
Those three unsaid words weighed heavy on Laura’s lips. “I’m not gonna let anything happen to you, Carm.”
Carmilla reached out to cup Laura’s cheek. Slowly, she met her girlfriend’s lips in a light kiss. Her eyes still closed, Laura rested her forehead against Carmilla’s.
“I really hope this doesn’t mean I have start calling you Mircalla.”
Carmilla chuckled. “Any name, so long as it comes from your lips, will be good enough.”
Laura quirked up her lip. “How ‘bout Cupcake, then?” she teased.
“ Mais ç'est toi, mon amour, ” Carmilla said in an all-too extravagant voice.
Laura suddenly blushed and pulled back. “You speak French?”
“Last time I checked, you do too, Cupcake.”
“I’m in French class , but I don’t speak it like that .”
Carmilla smirked. “Like what?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know.”
“Enlighten me .” Carmilla walked her fingers up Laura’s arm.
Laura slowly moved her lips first to Carmilla’s neck, leaving a wet kiss on her pulse point. She moved up to her ear and bit down. Carmilla shivered.
“Maybe if we actually start the movie, you’ll find out.”
And with that, Laura was off. She ran into the living room and plopped down on the couch. She propped herself up on her elbows.
“ Laura ,” Carmilla drawled out and she walked in. Laura shuddered at the sound of her own name. “It’s not very nice to leave a girl high and dry like that.”
Laura bit her lip. “Maybe you should teach me a lesson.”
Carmilla’s eyes shot down her girlfriend’s figure. Slowly, Carmilla crept onto the couch and crawled up Laura’s body.
“You know what I really want to do right now?” Carmilla whispered, stealing a glance of Laura’s lips.
Laura wrapped her legs around Carmilla’s waist. “Tell me.”
Carmilla brought the hand that was resting on Laura’s hip up her body. Laura lightly gasped as it brushed along the small patch of skin left uncovered by the hem of her tanktop. Carmilla’s hand paused on Laura’s shoulder.
Just as Laura was about to lean in and steal the kiss she was so craving, Carmilla’s hand reached out past Laura and onto the table where the television remote sat.
“I’m just so excited for this movie, Cupcake,” Carmilla said with a sarcastic excitement. “We have to start it right now.”
Laura whined.
“What’s wrong, baby?” Carmilla asked, all too innocently. Carmilla moved to climb off Laura, but the smaller girl’s legs kept her in place.
“If you think you’re going anywhere but my lips, you clearly don’t know me very well.”
Laura balled Carmilla’s shirt in her fist and pulled her into a rough kiss. Laura brought her other hand up to the back of Carmilla’s hair and lightly tugged at the roots. Carmilla whined and set the remote down somewhere on the floor.
“You like that, baby?”
Carmilla nodded before rushing to reconnect her lips with Laura’s.
Laura sat up and held Carmilla by the hips, encouraging Carmilla to grind down on her lap. Carmilla began to rub herself up and down Laura’s thigh, seeking some type of friction. Laura smirked against Carmilla’s lips grabbed Carmilla’s ass, urging her to repeat the motion.
“Upstairs?” Laura whispered against Carmilla’s lips.
“Mmm,” Carmilla affirmed before flipping them and picking Laura up.
Laura’s feet dropped from around Carmilla’s waist, her shirt rising up just enough for Carmilla to rub Laura’s hipbone with her thumb.
“Come on, Carm” Laura chuckled, but Carmilla’s lips wouldn’t budge from the spot on Laura’s pulse point. Carmilla smiled against the skin there. Carmilla bit her pulse point, eliciting a gasp from Laura.
After a frenzy of kisses in an attempt to make it up the stairs, Carmilla picked Laura up and pushed her through the bedroom door. She dropped her on her bed and crawled on top of her.
Laura’s hands reached out to the bottom of Carmilla’s shirt and pulled it off. She grabbed onto Carmilla’s ass and flipped them over, so she could be in control. She hovered over Carmilla for a few seconds, taking in the view of a flushed Carmilla panting on her bed. She bit her lip in a smirk, and trailed kisses across Carmilla’s jaw and down her neck. She reached around to the small of Carmilla's back and encouraged her to sit up. When she did, Laura reached behind Carmilla’s back and undid the clasp on her bra.
Carmilla leaned on the back of her hands as she took the straps off her shoulders. Laura sat back and stared at her girlfriend’s body.
“Earth to Laura?” Carmilla teased.
Laura smiled and placed a gentle kiss on Carmilla’s shoulder, and then her chest.
“God, you’re so beautiful,” Laura said under her breath, cupping Carmilla’s breast.
“So are you.” Laura pushed Carmilla down so she was lying on her back. “You sure you want to do this tonight, Laura?”
“Definitely.” Laura kissed the space between Carmilla’s breasts. “Are you sure?”
“Hell yes,” Carmilla said with almost comic enthusiasm.
Laura returned to Carmilla’s eyes. “Stop...” Laura whined while shamelessly staring at Carmilla’s lips.
Carmilla grinned and arched her neck to get closer to Laura’s lips. Their lips met again, and Carmilla felt a hand trail down her stomach where the button of her pants were. Quickly, the button was undone, the pants were on the floor, and Laura was ghosting her fingertips along Carmilla’s underwear.
“Laura, I need you,” Carmilla moans.
“Where do you need me?”
“I—I need you to touch me.”
Laura kissed between Carmilla breasts, leaving open mouth kisses. She swirled her tongue around Carmilla’s nipple, while her fingers inched down lower and lower. Finally, Laura cupped Carmilla's sex through her underwear, releasing the dirtiest of moans Laura had ever heard the girl make. Deciding she loved the sound of it way too much for it to stop, Laura released Carmilla’s nipple with a pop and began to kiss down her stomach.
Slowly, Laura grasped onto the sides of Carmilla’s underwear and dragged it down her legs. Laura kneeled between Carmilla’s legs and threw the offending garment somewhere behind her. She leaned back down to Carmilla’s face.
“Where do you want me baby?” Laura whispered, walking her fingertips too close to where Carmilla needed her.
“Inside,” she gasped, too nervous to push Laura’s hand where she wanted it.
Laura smiled and finally ran her fingers through Carmilla’s heat. She felt the wetness gather at her fingertips and turned back to catch another strangled moan leaving Carmilla.
“Is this all for me?” Laura pressed her fingers against Carmilla.
Carmilla bit her lip. “Y-yes. All yours—fuck...”
Laura began to rub circles Carmilla’s clit, paying careful attention to Carmilla’s reaction. She was slowly working herself up, when Laura’s movements suddenly stopped.
“Wha…” Carmilla panted out, but quickly shut up when she realized her girlfriend was climbing on top of her and reaching for her own t-shirt.
Laura crossed her arms and tore her shirt off, revealing that she wasn’t wearing a bra underneath it.
Carmilla sat up and grabbed onto her girlfriend, flipping them over so she was on top.
“Hey, I wasn’t done…” Laura giggled.
“We have plenty of time, Cupcake…” Carmilla’s lips met with her collarbone as her hand trailed to cup Laura’s breast. “And,” Carmilla said, her breath tickling Laura, “I don’t think I ever told you to stop.”
Laura’s eyes glossed over and she slowly reached down between their bodies to cup Carmilla’s sex again.
“Fuck…” Carmilla shuddered again, as her body began to rub against Laura’s hand. “Don’t stop, baby, fu-uck…”
Laura connected her lips to Carmilla’s neck again, flicking harder and harder against Carmilla’s clit.
Laura took two fingers and plunged into Carmilla’s heat, eliciting the loudest moan yet. Her thumb continued to rub Carmilla’s clit, and with each swipe, Carmilla felt the white heat in her belly spread.
Carmilla shuddered again and tensed up as her orgasm washed over her. She shivered as Laura’s fingers helped maintain the high before she relaxed into the arms of her girlfriend.
“Mmm,” Carmilla hummed contentedly when Laura’s arms wrapped around her middle, flipping them slightly so they were both on their sides.
“Come here,” Carmilla whispered, blissed-out and still catching her breath, as she cupped Laura’s face and met her lips in a kiss. She felt Laura chuckle when Carmilla took Laura’s lower lip between her teeth.
“I'm pretty good, huh?” Laura teased, when she noticed Carmilla getting worked up again.
“Mmm,” Carmilla hummed, trailing her fingers down Laura’s spine, peppering kisses down her neck. “You’re very talented.”
“Stop!” Laura laughed, squirming at the ticklish kisses. “Carm, that tickles!”
“Hmm,” Carmilla leaned up and hovered above Laura. Laura blushed. Carmilla noticed, and connected her lips to Laura’s again. “You know, I’d love to return the favor…”
Carmilla’s hands reached down to the waist of Laura’s shorts and pulled them off her legs.
Laura sat up on her elbows and watched Carmilla kiss down her chest and stomach. Laura tangled her hands in Carmilla’s hair when she left a kiss on the top of her thigh.
Carmilla hooked Laura’s legs over her shoulder and started kissing the skin on the inside of her thighs.
“Carm…” Laura whined, when the teasing became too much for her.
“Yes, Cupcake?” she asked, leaving another kiss.
“Ugh…” Laura groaned, too embarrassed to ask her for what she wanted.
Carmilla chuckled. She left a final kiss on the inside of her thigh before leaving a light kiss on center.
“Shit…”
Carmilla smirked and spread Laura open with her fingers. She licked up her center and began to massage her clit with her tongue.
“Fu-uck,” Laura stuttered.
“I love it when you curse.”
“Shut up and keep doing whatever you’re doing.”
Carmilla obeyed and continued to move her tongue up and down and swirled it around Laura’s clit. Carmilla took the nub between her lips and sucked, when Laura arched her back of the bed.
“I’m gonna....I’m gonna—fuck…” Laura panted, holding Carmilla’s face close to her sex.
With another flick, Carmilla sent Laura’s body spiraling into oblivion, tensing and twitching as Carmilla’s tongue eased Laura out of her high. Laura shivered.
Carmilla threw Laura’s legs over and began to crawl up Laura’s body again. “You taste so good.” Carmilla met Laura again in a gentle kiss. Laura tangled her fingers in Carmilla’s hair again. Carmilla was the one to pull back.
“Are you okay?” Carmilla asked, relaxing on top of her girlfriend.
“I’m—” Laura couldn’t help but smile, “I’m great. Are you okay?”
Carmilla answered her with a kiss.
Laura started giggling against Carmilla’s lips.
“What is it?” Carmilla asked when Laura started laughing harder. “You’re laughing at me! I cannot believe—”
“Shh,” Laura tried to wave off her laughter. “Just kiss me.” Laura tried to reconnect their lips, but Carmilla dodged it.
“Nuh-uh. You were laughing at me.”
Laura laughed again. “Because I’m happy!” Laura poked her side. “Because I’m really happy. Don’t you laugh when you’re happy?”
“I smile.”
“No, you smirk.”
Carmilla considered it, and snuggled back into Laura’s side. “Potato, potahto,” Carmilla mumbled.
Laura sighed and relaxed into Carmilla’s embrace. She turned on her side so her back was flush against Carmilla’s front.
“Are you tired?” Carmilla asked, rubbing circles on Laura’s hip with her thumb.
“A lil,” Laura let out in a big yawn.
“Mm, I am too” Carmilla kissed the back of Laura’s hair and pulled Laura’s body closer to her, wrapping her arms around Laura's middle. “Close your eyes, cupcake.”
“Mm. Carm?” she asked, right before she was about to close her eyes.
“Mm?”
“Tomorrow morning, can we go see my dad?”
“Whatever you need,” Carmilla kissed the top of Laura’s hair, “Get some sleep.”
Laura did as she was told. Carmilla pulled Laura tighter and the two fell asleep, holding on to each other like no one else existed.
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“Carm…” Laura nudged the girl sleeping on top of her. At some point of the night, an unconscious Carmilla decided it was much more comfortable to sleep completely on top of Laura rather than spooning her.
“Carm!” Laura whispered again. Carmilla scrunched her nose and grunted before fluttering her eyes open.
“Laura, I swear to God…” Carmilla turned her head to face the other side. She closed her eyes before she could finish her sentence.
“Carm, we need to get up, it’s almost 10 and I can’t feel my arm.”
“Just five more minutes…” Carmilla pouted, wrapping her arms around Laura’s torso. Laura was able to free her arm and, instead of fighting back, rubbed up and down Carmilla’s bare back.
She noticed a scar on her shoulder blade, and delicately ran a finger along it. Carmilla shivered at the sensation.
Carmilla adjusted herself again, this time lifting her head and hovering over Laura’s face.
“Good morning,” Carmilla said with a goofy grin.
“Good morning,” Laura adjusted herself. “Did you sleep well?”
“I slept great , because someone really tired me out last night.”
“Oh, who could that be?”
Carmilla grinned. “No idea,” Carmilla met Laura’s lips in a soft kiss.
Carmilla pulled back and sat up to stretch out her arms. Laura walked over to her dresser.
“So I was thinking we get dressed, go to the hospital, check up on my dad, and then the rest of the day is ours.”
“Okay,” Carmilla pulled on her discarded shirt from yesterday.
Laura scrunched her eyebrows. “What are you doing?”
“Uh, putting my clothes on?”
“Oh.” Laura nodded. “Okay.”
Carmilla laughed. “I can’t exactly go outside without clothing on, Cupcake.”
“No, I know.” Laura opened a drawer and took out a towel. “I just—I was gonna take a shower and I thought you’d like to join me?”
Carmilla smiled and took Laura in her arms.
“I’d love to.”
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About an hour later, still delirious from their shower, Carmilla was kissing Laura’s neck from behind as the smaller girl made a cup of coffee. Suddenly, Laura’s phone went off.
“It’s Perry,” Laura said, checking the caller ID.
“You know, for a weekend where I’m supposed to have you all to myself, there’s been a lot of sharing going on.” Carmilla left one more kiss before taking her hands off Laura’s hips and grabbing the cup of coffee in front of her.
“Hello? Woah, Perr, you’re gonna need to slow down.” Carmilla cocked an eyebrow at Laura. “Maybe they’re parents confiscated their phone. I know, Perr. I know. Give it time, they might just not be able to get to the phone right now. Okay? I’ll talk to you later. ‘Kay, bye.” Laura hung the phone up.
“What happened to Betty Crocker?”
“Laf isn’t picking up the phone. Ever since last night, there’s been radio silence.” Laura leaned on the balls of her hand. “I’m sure it’s nothing.” Even Laura didn’t sound convinced.
Carmilla reached out for Laura’s hand.
“Let’s worry about one thing at a time. We should focus on getting to the hospital to see your dad.”
Laura nodded absent-mindedly. “Yeah, yeah, we should be heading out. It’s almost noon.” Carmilla gave her a funny look. “I’m okay, I swear.”
Carmilla took a couple more sips of coffee before placing the mug in the sink and leading Laura out the front door.
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“I hate waiting rooms,” Laura said, tapping her foot and sighing at the ceiling.
“I know,” Carmilla squeezed Laura’s hand. “Just a couple more minutes.”
Laura sighed and sat back, so she was facing Carmilla. “Thank you.” Laura paused. “For staying with me.”
Carmilla sighed and wrapped her arm around Laura.
“Anything you need,” Carmilla mumbled against her hair, leaving a kiss.
Laura relaxed into her but felt Carmilla shuffle. She looked and saw that she was rubbing her shoulder. Again. For like the third time in the past hour.
“What’s wrong with your shoulder?”
Carmilla’s forehead scrunched. “Huh?”
“Your shoulder, you keep rubbing your shoulder. Did something happen to it?”
Carmilla smirked. “Maybe someone was a bit too rough last night.”
Laura smiled. “Nice try, but you were rubbing it before then.”
Carmilla’s smirk faltered and she sank lower into her seat. “I don’t know, it’s just sore, I guess.”
Laura’s turned in her seat to face Laura. “Uh oh.”
“What?”
“You’re being evasive.”
“I am not.”
“Carm.”
Carmilla sighed and reached her shoulder again. “Whenever I get stressed out, I have this weird pain that shoots down my shoulder.”
“Just your shoulder?”
Carmilla nodded. “My mother shoved me against a wall once.”
Laura’s face shifted from concerned to angry. “When?”
“Cool your jets, it was a couple weeks ago. It’s not a big deal.”
“Carm, I--” Laura sputtered, but stopped when she heard the door to the waiting room open.
“Laura Hollis? You’re father’s ready to see you.”
Makes sense the one moment she doesn’t want to leave, she has to.
“Uh, okay.” She turned to Carmilla and squeezed her hand. “I’ll be right back.”
“I’ll be here,” Carmilla smiled, as if all was normal.
Laura looked back at Carmilla as she followed the nurse out the room. My dad , she reminded herself, worry about my dad now, worry about Carmilla after .
“Your father has been improving,” the nurse’s voice pulled Laura from her thoughts. “Physical therapy went very well. Granted, he still has a bit to go, but he should be out of the hospital within a few days.”
Laura nodded. “Thank you.” Is it normal to thank nurses?
“No problem,” the nurse drew out. Apparently it is.
The nurse opened the door for Laura to step in.
“Mr. Hollis,” the nurse said, walking in front of Laura “Your daughter is here to see you,” she said fiddling with one of his IVs.
His bandages were removed a few hours after he’d waken from surgery. Mr. Hollis had asked his nurses to keep the shades in his room open, so the light flooded the small hospital quarter, almost overwhelmingly so.
“Laura?” he called out, his voice slightly sore. A picked-at, hospital version of steak and potatoes sat open to the side of him.
“Hi dad,” Laura sat in the chair to the side of his bed, “how are you feeling?”
“I’ve been better,” he laughed, sitting up straight.
“How’s your ear?”
“Pretty crappy, actually.”
“How ‘bout your eyes? And you’re joints? How’s the pain when you move.”
“Laura, I get enough of these questions from the doctors. I’m fine. Really. How have you been holding up? Are you okay at home by yourself?”
Laura’s eyes widened. By yourself.
“It’s fine,” Laura squeeked out.
Laura’s father smiled. “And how’s Carmilla?”
“Good. She’s good. She’s in the waiting room.”
“Mmm. Well, I don’t want to keep you both. Nothing interesting happening here. Go do whatever you kids do these days.”
“Dad, we came because I wanted to see you--”
“I know, and we can spend time together when I’m out of this place. Laura, please. Go. Have a good time with Carmilla.”
Laura paused and nodded. “Okay, okay. I just have one question.”
“Shoot.”
“Do you remember what happened? Or anything about it?”
“Laura, please don’t.”
“What?”
“You know what. You’re not a private investigator.”
"I know, I’m just curious, is all.”
Laura’s father considered it. “All I remember is I was unlocking the door to my office, I dropped my keys, turned around, and then I woke up in the ambulance.”
Laura frowned. “That’s it?”
“Yup,” Laura’s father watched her eyebrows furrow again. “Please don’t worry about it, kid. The cops know what they’re doing.”
“I know, I know.” Laura gave her father a kiss on the cheek. “I’m gonna go find Carm. I’ll talk to you soon.”
Laura left the room and made her way back to waiting room.
“How is he?” Carmilla, asked, standing up.
“He’s okay. Told us we should go out and enjoy the day while we can.”
Carmilla nodded and held her arms out to Laura. Laura fell into her embrace.
“He’s not wrong,” Carmilla said as the girl nuzzled into her neck. “What do you want to do today? We can go to the movies or...a bookstore...or the mall...or…”
Laura pulled back and felt her heart beat a little faster. She was listing all of that for her. She was waiting at the hospital for her. Everything she had done for the past two days were for her.
“Why are you doing all of this for me?”
Carmilla blushed, but hesitated. “Because I love you.”
Laura’s eyes widened at first. Love , she thought, is this what it feels like? Carmilla’s heart started racing, but relaxed when she saw Laura’s lips turn into a dopey smile. “I love you, too, Carm.”
Laura cupped the back of Laura’s neck and gave her a gentle kiss.
“As much as I love this, Cupcake, something tells me we shouldn’t be making out in a hospital waiting room.”
Laura giggled. “Probably,” Laura mumbled against her lips, kissing her again.
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“Why can’t we just get takeout?” Carmilla whined, falling dramatically against the shopping cart, as Laura sorted through produce. “I’m soooo tired…”
“I’m sure you are,” Laura scoffed, mostly ignoring Carmilla. “Zucchini or squash?”
Carmilla squinted. “Chinese food.”
“Carm…” Laura huffed, but was interrupted by a cell phone ring. Her cell phone ring, to be more specific. She put the two vegetables done and tapped accept call.
“Hey, have you heard any news?”
Carmilla walked over, to where Laura was standing and began to look at the produce herself. Suddenly, a hand gripped her shoulder and squeezed.
“Are you sure?” Laura said into the phone, her brow furrowed. “Crap, okay, we’ll be there in ten.” Laura clicked her phone off.
“What’s wrong?” Carmilla’s mind immediately went to Laura’s dad, but she couldn’t say it.
“It’s Laf,” Laura said, abandoning their shopping cart and dragging Carmilla out the door, “they’re missing.”