Posterity Can Bite Me

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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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Her breath hitches in the back of her throat, quickly turning into a low appreciative groan. The abs. God bless those miraculous abs. Rock hard and all hers for the taking. In return, she can only sink her teeth into her bottom lip, already looking worse for wear  and ready for the taking. 

“Mmm, I did say that...” Her lips rock back and forth gently as her teeth return to her bottom lip as they contort into a small smirk.  “With the intention that I’d be in control of the rules. I call the shots.”

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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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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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“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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“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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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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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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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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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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Carmilla II | Speedpaint

Always annoyed, but always caring. Refernece picture is a screensot.

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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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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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“– 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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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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when will i finally get a polyamorous ship

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Sleeping next to an angel [x]

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Did I skip lines?

No. There was supposed to be another kiss.

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strawberry

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This girl is looking at her like something she just spotted on the bottom of her shoe. Um. Well, she did spill soda all over her nice-looking boots.

She’s definitely older, maybe too old for high school. That wasn’t unusual; a lot of university students visited for quite a few reasons. Although, with the punk rock clothes, she doesn’t seem like much of a student teacher.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m fine….also, sorry about spilling soda on you. Gets hard to carry all the stuff around.” The duffle bag, backpack, and soda can are set down on the bleacher seat in front of them and she cranes her neck to get rid of the stiffness.

“I’m Gianna. Gianna Vianni.”

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I’m Gianna. Gianna Vianni. The vampire could vomit in her mouth. Carmilla’s tongue presses against the inside her cheek as she nods. 

“Nice to meet you, double-oh...” She leans down, wiping  some droplets off of her boots before fixing herself, as she leans against the next bleacher up, elbows resting on top  of the seat. 

She slips back into indifference with ease, eyes staring the  younger girl down, narrowing as she takes her in.

“You can call me Carmilla.”

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legit the best icon of carmilla ever. ugh.

ughghghhhh

that face