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Her head tosses back, teeth sinking into her bottom lip. The way Danny moves – ignites a fire in the pit of her stomach in some way that no one else can. It sends a warm shiver down her spine, welcoming and enticing. 

“Preferably, I’d rather have the roles reversed.” And then it’s her turn, eyes darkening as she looks down. Her hands have shifted with her nails gently digging into the red head’s skin, just under her collarbone. “But… You are comfortable.” 

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There’s something in the way that Carmilla looks down at her. It’s in the way her eyes have darkened, in the way she’s immediately tempted to sink her teeth into a sensitive spot below that sharp jawline of hers.

“Huh. But I thought you said,” She pauses, hands wandering to grip warm thighs. Her palms press and she tugs her even closer against her abs, clenching them and rolling up, up into the heat. “That I’m the one who owes you.” The look on her face is enamored, adoring.

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“You’re cute sometimes, Lawrence.” Sometimes? All the time, though she’d never openly admit it. With bright blue eyes staring up at her? God, she was such a sucker for them. 

A hum slips past her lips before she’s pressing one last chaste kiss against Danny’s lips. “Yes, Jennifer. If Mattie has decided to let the poor girl off the hook for one evening. The amount of medical bills  that woman has because of my sister is alarming.” It would be  even more so if Jennifer didn’t absolutely love it… Or maybe the  other way around.

Nonetheless, she shrugs. “Dinner sounds wonderful. I’d love to have you.” No – yes, she meant exactly that.

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And then she’s blushing as red as her hair. It’s been months, no, more than a year now, and she’s still reduced to a red flush whenever Carmilla looks at her like this. It’s frustrating, and more than a bit humbling.

“You would, huh? Is that why you’ve decided that I’m more comfortable to sit on than your other million dollar office furniture?” She shifts to demonstrate her point, not unknowing in the way her abdomen rubs against her mate.

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She’s genuinely tied up with business most of her day. Meetings and emails. Budgets and balances. Yet, there’s always room for Danny; and by association the Summer Society. Ungrateful  swine, she thinks of most of them save her mate… And the lieutenants.

Regardless of what’s going on. Back to normal scheduled broadcasting.

“Mmmph.” She grumbles yet allows herself to be taken by the long, lingering kiss. Her hands move to press lightly against her chest as  she leans forward, sighing at how soft her mates lips seem to be.

“You owe me.”

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“I’ll make it up to you, promise.” She’s smirking. Because of course she is. Being so busy with the Summer Society means the rigorous workouts have been frequent. As a result, the werewolf’s confidence is one of the few things not waning.

“We should get dinner soon. I can get someone to cover the Summer babysitting, you can hand the reins to your secretary.” Her hands move to run through Carmilla’s hair, fingers seeking out all of the known sweet spots.

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Turned on at the prospect of being… Convinced.

Turned down. Turned way down as soon as Danny begins laughing. So close. So, so close to distracting her from ranting about canine  sized Salamanders and Calypso to having some good ol’ fashion office sex. In another life. Another time.

“You’re telling me that Jaspar can literally bring me back from the  dead and make me human but he can’t get rid of a small – now beagle-sized salamander problem?” His use in her eyes was slowly diminishing. “Lawrence. Ugh, very well. I will have a… Zoologist come and take care of the problem.”

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Her arms are around Carmilla’s neck before much more of the salamander solution can be spoken about. She loves that Carmilla puts up with her Summer Society disasters; knows that Carmilla’s mostly doing it for her, and Laura who-lives-in-the-lounge-by-proxy and maybe her lieutenants.

“Thank you, Carm.” She kisses her. Long and grateful and happy, even if her mate does seem constantly exasperated with dealing with her sorority.

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Her brow is skyrocketed, giving the taller girl a questioning stare. As if she hadn’t noticed right away that she was indeed straddling her. That her hands were pressing lightly against bare skin from where her shirt had rolled up. Her stupid, moronic mate.

“File a what? Whatever you have to file comes straight to my office which means paper work. Can’t you just… Order her to take care of it? Or have her even more annoying warlock boyfriend do it for her?”  Carmilla pauses but for a moment before leaning down and pressing her lips to Danny’s briefly.

A proper hello. “Hey.”

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The redhead tenses into the kiss, abs firm under the brunette’s fingertips as she leans up to reciprocate.

“We tried to make Jaspar do something about it. He tried to get rid of one of them....but now Calypso has a ‘pet’ salamander the size of a beagle.” If Lola Perry could see the state of Andred Lodge, she would have had a heart attack by now.

“I could attempt to make things easier on Dean Karnstein. I could definitely be...convinced.” She’s half-joking, eyebrows waggling Carmilla’s way until she’s bursting into laughter.

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She’s… Listening. Or she thinks that she’s listening. Calypso. Key. Flame salamanders. Right. Yes. Completely. Everything that Danny is saying is going in one ear and totally staying there…. Uh. Why did Calypso unlock a door to flame salamanders?

“Uhm…” Carmilla scratches her nose with the side of her glasses, setting them back on the bridge of her nose. Apparently this was therapy hour in the Karnstein office. She sighs and pushes herself up, moving over to the sofa where she sits on the red head, one leg  on either side of her hips. “One thing I’ve learned is – never trust Calypso.”

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“I don’t know what she was thinking! They’re not cute, they don’t need names, they’re pests and now I have to file a--” She trails off when she finally brings her gaze down from the light fixture and over to the face of the woman now sitting on her. Her mate.

“.....Right. Hey.” It’s dawning on her that she hadn’t actually given Carmilla a hello. Walking in and immediately going into annoyed ranting mode is what she normally did. Normally. Normal. 

Perhaps things were finally finding their way back to that. It certainly felt like it.

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“-- And so I told Calypso to keep the shed locked, and I trusted the girl with a key. And you know what that got me? A nest full of flame salamanders, and half the training yard in singed chaos.”

....How long had she been ranting again? The redhead was lying on her back on the office sofa, tossing a green apple between hands. Her scowl on the ceiling still held, as if doing so would fix all of the fire damage and get rid of all her stress.

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danica lawrence. 19. freshman.

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Flirting, passing time. It’s all the same to Carmilla. The girl is cute - definitely cute enough to be flirting with. 

“After all we’ve been through – it was a good run, let’s just move on.” Carmilla gives a slight pause before leaning in. “No matter how cute that face of yours is.”

Satisfied, she leans back in her chair, hands tossing behind  her head.

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The compliment hits her hard, and all of the teasing confidence she seems to have found trickles away. A flick of her eyes; downward, to those lips. And then back up with her face feeling redder by the second.

“’Cute’, says the prettiest girl in this classroom.” She scoffs. Long, long legs stretch out in front of her as far as the back row can accommodate. Toes of her well-worn red converse tapping together lightly.

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danica lawrence. 19. freshman.

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Carmilla scoffs. Part due to the professor being an absolute dick, and their cell phone rule to which she’ll have word later with her  mother. No one stops Carmilla from doing anything including her  weird obsession with Angry Birds. Second, due to the words spilling from the red head’s lips. 

“Gee, babe, your desperate is show– 

“Miss Karnstein, something interesting?” 

Growls. Growly, annoyed vampire staring at the professor. A flash of her eyes and the professor continues, quite possibly having  leaked themselves. 

“–Showing. Really don’t make it any bigger than it is.” 

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Something confused and giddy in her stirs at the shorter’s words. So....flirting? Is that what this is? Is that what she’s been doing?

Danny snaps to attention when the professor calls their conversation out. Her shoulders slump and her face reddens while she creates an excellent effort to slouch through the chair and then through the floor.

The redhead relaxes when Carmilla scares the professor away. Still isn’t sure how she does it, but she’s grateful. The last thing she needs is to get chewed out by faculty on the first day.

“But c’mon, after all we’ve been through?” She rests her chin against her hand with an exaggerated pout.

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danica lawrence. 19. freshman.

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The vampire’s gaze lingers far past the point of  acceptable. Somewhere it borders a preying stare and a creepy onlooking gaze. Carmilla smirks and  shrugs herself back against the seat. 

“Uh-huh.” 

The professor hushes the class down, droning on about… Well, she’s not quite sure herself over what. She hasn’t paid attention in class in decades.

“We can break up now.” The words drawl out as  Carmilla leans over, eyes wriggling.

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But....why is she staring back? What? C’mon, she’s.... not much to stare at. Not her.

She covers her panic with idly flicking through the copy of Pride and Prejudice and Zombies sitting in front of her. The professor is going on and on about how cell phones are a death to today’s society as they know it and how they are most certainly not permitted for class.

The voice from next to her draws her attention, and she looks over. Why is she leaning over-- C’mon.

“...Broken up with before I even have your name, or like....your number? That sucks.”

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#well, hello there baby!carm

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danica lawrence. 19. freshman.

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Hey little Punk Rock Princess hottie. F for originality, but an  A in enthusiasm. The brunette, Carmilla, glances up just to  give an eye roll in the direction of the boys. They are boys. Only have been away from their mother for just a short  couple of weeks.

“If you’d like to keep your intestines inside of your body.” Carmilla glances back up hair shaking out; purple and pink highlights shining in the fluorescent lighting. And there’s a shadow. A shadow of a  terribly tall, Goddess of a woman standing before them

“I suggest you move so my girlfriend can sit by me.”

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Girlfriend? Girlfriend???

The small cluster snorts, muttering comments under their breath and rising to their feet. And then they all blanch at the realization that none of them even reach eye-level with her, and slink off to the far side of the room. Danny smirks, she can’t help it; sinks into the seat next to the brunette like she’s just won a prize.

And then all that confidence rushes back out of her the moment she really looks at said-brunette. 

This girl is pretty. Very pretty. Dark clothes and leather and..... ---And Danny’s staring.

“....Shoot. Sorry. Could have sworn I’d seen you around. I’m Danica-- Danny.”

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“Pretend you don’t want it.”

“They’re all watching the movie. They’re not even going to notice.”

“I want you. Right up against the window.”

“You know I love you, right? I have every intention of fucking you like I don’t.”

“Don’t pussyfoot around. I want it to hurt.”

“Let me blindfold you.”

“I want to make every inch of you mine.”

“Wrap your hands around my throat.”

“No, no. Leave your clothes on.”

 “Home is too far away. No one’s going to see us here.”

 “Just sit back and let me give you a show.”

 “I want to make you bleed.”

 “Relax. I’ll teach you the ropes.”

 “Don’t worry. I won’t let you suffocate.”

 “Clearly, you’ve never experienced silk sheets properly, then.”

 “What would you think about adding a third party?”

 “You can’t come until I say so. Understand?”

 “That’s it. Touch yourself for me.”

 “Bet I can make you come without ever touching your cock.”

 “No using your hands. I’ll spread my lips and you lick.”

 “Clean yourself out for me first.”

 “Present yourself for me.”

 “I want you to tie me up so I can’t get away.”

 “I’m going to tie you to the bed posts and have my way with you.”

 “I want you to dominate me.”

 “You’re all mine, pet.”

 “Oh fuck, yes. Bite me again.”

 “Are you sure that’s going to fit?”

 “I’m going to fill all your holes.”

 “They’re next, after I’m done with you.”

 “Just watch it with me. Maybe it’ll give us some ideas.”

 “I want you to humiliate me.”

 “You’re pathetic. If I wasn’t willing to fuck you, no one would.”

 “It’s an ice cube, darling. Do you like it?”

 “That’s good. Now spread your cheeks for me.”

 “Don’t touch me. Just watch.”

 “Are you sure you know how to use that?”

 “I hope you don’t mind whip marks.”

 [Text] What are you wearing?

 “I want to drip candlewax all over you.”

 “I know just how to make you relax.”

 “Have you ever tried rimming?”

 “Your muscles are in knots. Better let me rub you down.”

 “I got the mirror so you can see yourself while I’m fucking you.”

 “You’re not afraid of a little piece of ginger, are you?”

 “I want to pour ___ all over you and then lick it off.”

 “Oh my. I didn’t know you could move like that.”

 “I’m your master/mistress and will be addressed as such.”

 “I don’t care if they’re watching. I’m not done with you yet.”

 “Oh no. Not until you beg.”

 “Tell me how good this feels.”

 “On your knees.”

 “I’ll do anything you want me to do to you, but you have to say it out loud.”

 “Better be quiet or they’ll hear you.”

 “Relax your throat.”

 “I want you to ride me.”

 “Oh, that hurts so good.”

 “I want to hear you scream.”

 “Better be quiet or they’ll hear you.”

 “Strung up with a spreader bar is a good look for you.”

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danica lawrence. 19. freshman.

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Blue eyes scan the pages in front of her, lips moving as she zones in on the words. Loud laughter towards the back of the room draws her attention, and she glances over her shoulder. Frat boys. Trying to chat up a girl who looked more interested in rummaging through her duffle bag on the floor than giving the time of day.

She bites her lip. Looks to the faces of the boys clustering the back. Um, did one of them just wink-- Oh, hell no. She pulls her backpack off the seat next to her, clearing her throat and pointing at the empty space when duffle bag girl looks back up. Girls should stick together, right?

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It takes a moment, then two for the peanut butter cup to finally settle out of her mouth. 

“Sore and hungry – So, peanut butter cups are the solution? Who have you become, Laura Hollis?” 

She smiles. Lazily and tiredly - if that is any answer to Danny’s question. Her hand rises to press lightly against the red head’s chest.

“Nothing that coffee doesn’t solve, apparently.”

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“Peanut butter cups are practically a food group, Carmilla.” She knows she’s feebly fighting a losing battle, but their relationship wouldn’t be the same if she just gave in during their petty arguments.

Her heartbeat quickens under Carmilla’s touch, just from being in proximity to her mate.

“Aw, does the human need a nap?”

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Her advances are silent. At least she tries to be as she slips through the half opened door. Eyes fall onto a red head. Her mate. Her love. Her – Annoyingly, puppyish, whining alpha mate.

“For me? How sweet.” And the human plops down onto Danny’s lap, picking the candy from her hand and popping it into her mouth.

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She’s sucking melted chocolate off her own fingers when Carmilla settles down onto her lap. 

“Was a long practice. Sore. Sore‘n hungry.” She breathes, hands traveling to her mate’s thighs once she’s wiped them off on her track shorts.

“How was the slew of meetings?” 

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She doesn’t care who just strolled into her room. She just got out of practice, she’s starving. She’s going to devour the last of her King-Sized Reese’s stash if it kills-

A pause as she looks up, mouth full of one peanut butter cup. Looks to her mate. Hooman mate. Whose stomach just rumbled quietly. A puppy whine. 

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Offers the last chocolate treat, because she is a good mate.