show me some place i’d like (make me feel like i’m dreaming)
[Fool's Gold Chapter 19 Deleted Scenes, or: Carmilla is really very sweet, and grocery shopping is an awesome date.
olivia & bianca ask me to do these for fun. i did not come up with hsau. i am not interjecting my own issues into these fics. i make no money from these. i do not encroach on the timeline nor advance the narrative. they tell me which scenes to put in. i add little details. the scenes are canon. // a03.]
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show me some place i’d like (make me feel like i’m dreaming)
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hit the lights so i can see / that you & me are company / enough to make the sun explode
—dresses, ‘sun shy’
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You’re at lunch in Carmilla’s AP English 11 teacher’s classroom; Mrs. Cordova apparently loves her, and before she’d eaten lunch with you, sometimes she’d eaten in there and talked about books. It sounds lonely, but you’re glad she has a few people who care about her.
And apparently Mrs. Cordova doesn’t care at all that Carmilla brings you along—you don’t want to sit in the cafeteria today because you’re not super hungry but also because you kind of want to hold Carmilla’s hand and kiss her a lot. They’d talked about whatever Carmilla’s reading outside of class right now—something about solitude and magical realism, whatever that means—after Carmilla had introduced you. You’d kind of zoned out and picked at your salad but mostly stared at her, because she was picking apart a peanut butter and jelly sandwich with the crusts cut off in between excitedly and seriously talking about the book. Mrs. Cordova is just as excited and serious, and she has cool cat-eye glasses and greying, curly hair that’s a little out of control, and you’ve never really seen Carmilla as excited about something as she is right now, and you kind of love Mrs. Cordova a little bit in those moments.
And when Carmilla sort of unthinkingly kisses you quickly—and she tastes young, like childhood, and something inside of you aches at that—Mrs. Cordova doesn’t really bat an eyelash other than smiling warmly. She has to go to a staff meeting, though, but she lets you both stay.
Carmilla turns toward you with a shy smile and says, “Sorry if that was boring, I’m just really into Marquez right now and I don’t get a chance to talk about him very often.”
“That’s okay, baby,” you say, and the term of endearment slips out before you can even think about it.
Her eyes get really soft and she says, “I really like it when you call me baby.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
You smile and kiss her gently but then she sits back. “You were grumpy this morning, what’s up?”
You’re both slightly taken aback and not at all surprised that she’d noticed your slight sulking on the bus. “It’s nothing,” you say.
Her shoulders slump. “Look, Laura, if I did something, I’d rather you just—”
“Oh my god, Carm, no,” you say. “It has nothing to do with anything you did. You’re kind of my favorite person, so, like—not you.”
She looks relieved, and it breaks your heart a little bit. “Okay, good. But then what’s going on? You can tell me, as much as listening to you is often something I regret greatly.”
You nudge her gently with a laugh and she grins, but you sober instantly when you think of your argument with Danny. You want to tell her about all of it, but that would mean asking Carmilla out, so you kind of have to summarize. “Well, Danny and I got into an argument in our last GSA meeting—by the way, I came out, which was great—” You don’t miss her little smile, but you keep going. “She just called me oblivious, I can see it a little, I mean—but it’s not like realizing your sexuality is an easy thing.”
“Of course,” Carmilla says.
“And like, I don’t know,” you say, feeling some of the anger drain from your body when you realize how truly good you have it with your dad, “Danny’s parents are really, really shitty. Like, um—just, really biphobic.”
Carmilla makes a little noise of something close to sympathy, you’re pretty sure.
“She had a really rough weekend, and we both kind of picked a fight, I guess.”
“Well,” Carmilla says, “I get less-than-ideal parents, obviously.”
You frown and you hurt all over for her. “Carm.”
She waves you off. “No. What I’m saying is that, whatever—this is gross, and don’t think I’m siding against you, okay?”
You nod with a sigh.
“It’s just—sometimes you say stuff because you’re hurting, you know? And maybe—maybe—that’s what it was.”
“Yeah,” you say. “We were both less than super, I guess.”
Carmilla shrugs. “It’s okay. It happens. Just, you know, apologize?” She crinkles her nose like she’s just smelled something terrible. “I cannot believe I just said all of that.”
You laugh and kiss her cheek. “You’re very far from a terrible person, you know.”
She sighs. “I’m punk.”
You kiss her fully on the mouth and she smiles into it. “Are you really, though?”
“Yes,” she mumbles, and you climb on top of her on the chair. She puts her arms around your waist.
“Completely sure?” you ask, hovering just above her mouth.
“Mhm.”
You smirk and back up just as she’s leaning forward to kiss you, and she looks a little confused for a moment before she frowns and her shoulders slump.
“Don’t ruin my reputation, Laura Hollis.”
You grin. “I think I already have, Carmilla Karnstein.”
“Kiss me, idiot.”
“Fine.”
“Fine.”
//
Laura isn’t heavy at all, but she’s trying to sway the shopping cart off balance and you’ve knocked into a display of cereal and about four people at this point, but she’s laughing and so lovely you can’t really tell her to stop. After the sixth person you run into, though, she hops off and comes to knock her hip into yours with a giggle, then kiss your cheek. She puts one of her hands on top of yours, and you’re both small enough that you can kind of fit and push the cart together.
It doesn’t really go much better than when she was on the cart before, but she’s pressed against you gently, and she’s warm and smells so good, and you’re in love with her. You direct the cart to the produce section, and while you normally don’t give two shits about this kind of stuff—which is bad, but whatever—you make sure to get all organic vegetables. Laura finds all of the weird fruits and she’s not paying a ton of attention to you, but she shows you exotic and very expensive things, laughing and young, and you don’t mind.
After you get the food you actually need, rather than, like, half a pound of kumquats, Laura directs you over to the live fish tanks.
“Let’s name them,” she says excitedly, and you roll your eyes and slouch and stick your hands in your pockets.
“Cupcake, really?”
She nods earnestly and then bends down a little to peer into the tank. You can’t really help but stare at her ass for a few seconds—the pretty, short dress she’s wearing rides up a little, and you have to glance up at the ceiling with a deep breath for a second, because you’re chivalrous and respectful and your intentions on this date are not to make out with her in front of a fish tank.
So you bend down with a groan next to her. She looks over worriedly and you roll your eyes.
“I’m fine, Laura. I’m just not into making attachments with animals that are about to die.”
Laura gasps a little bit. “I don’t want to think of them like that, Carm. You’re so macabre sometimes.”
You burst out laughing. “Macabre?”
Laura huffs. “It’s never too early to start studying for the SATs. Besides, I’ll take the PSATs in less than a year, and a National Merit Scholarship could guarantee me entrance to so many universities!”
You want to kiss her so badly in that moment, but you don’t, because this is a first date and you want it to be special and young.
You want to be special and young.
It almost takes your breath away, to realize that, but you don’t fight it. Instead, you point to a very grumpy looking lobster and say, “That’s Stan.”
She beams at you and points to another, smaller one. “Meredith.”
“What kind of a name is that for a lobster?”
Her face bunches up a little and she fists her hands for a second. You bite the inside of your cheek to keep from laugh. “It’s just as valid as Stan.”
“Fine,” you say. You point to a fish. “That’s Dick.”
“Ew,” she says. “Carmilla.”
“Someone’s going to eat Dick tonight.”
“Carmilla,” she says, glancing around to make sure no one’s listening to you.
You laugh. “Oh, come on. Should we name the catfish something clever next?”
“Oh my god,” she mumbles, and then she takes your hand and drags you away from the tank and back to your cart, starts pushing it quickly in a different direction.
You jog a little to catch up with her—which still pinches a little bit, but it’s not a long trip—and she tries not to laugh when you say, “Neither of us are eating Dick tonight, though, which is a plus.”
She does laugh, though, and it never ceases to make you feel like you might be worth something when you can do that.
She turns down the baking aisle and you raise your brow, but she just keeps walking and eventually grabs a bag of flour off the shelf with a shy little smirk, then asks, “Do we have everything else we need?”
You run through the list in your head and nod. “Yep.”
“Good,” she says, then marches off with the cart in the direction of the cash registers.
She starts loading things onto the conveyer belt, so you step in front of her and take out your debit card, but when she’s finished she narrows her eyes at you and says, “You should let me pay.”
“No,” you say, “I asked you out.”
“Yes, well, don’t you think we should half it because we aren’t antiquated, oppressed women.”
You sigh with a little smile. “Well, we aren’t those things, so how about you pay for the next date, okay?”
She looks at you warily.
“Plus, I am an empowered woman with a job, so let me take care of you just this once.”
It comes out more seriously than you’d like, and Laura’s face softens. “Okay,” she says.
You nod and turn to the cashier, but before she can ring up the final thing—Laura’s random bag of flour—Laura says, “Wait!”
You sigh.
“Please ring this up separately,” she says with a genuinely sweet smile, and the cashier, while harried, nods without any protest.
You pay quickly and help the bagger load your few things into the cart, and Laura pays for the flour and then hoists it into her arms.
“You know,” you say once you get outside while you loop four shopping bags into your hands, “that wasn’t the wisest purchase if we have to walk.”
Laura frowns. “It’s—it’s a gesture.” She sounds a little embarrassed, a little unsure, and you can’t help but smile, even though carrying the bags, and the way they knock against your body when you step, isn’t ideal.
“It’s cute,” you say.
“Really?”
“Yeah,” you say. “You’re cute.”
She smiles at her feet. “You’re cute too.”
You grin because you feel very, very full—and happy, which isn’t something you’re used to.
So as you walk home, you try to push back the fact that lobsters feel pain while they’re being cooked, that they scream. It’s a bit macabre, after all, and you’re on a date with Laura Hollis, so you focus on the fresh smell of the air after it had rained that morning; the way Laura’s hair looks like honey in the easy sunset.
i remember the time when a kiss on the hand was enough (we knew we were meant to be loved)
[Fool’s Gold Chapter 18 deleted scene, or the one where Laura & Carmilla want to kiss really badly at lunch & danny & kirsh actually do kiss a lot in the library.
turnandchasethewind & felixdawkins ask me to do these for fun. i did not come up with hsau. i am not interjecting my own issues into these fics. i make no money from these. i do not encroach on the timeline nor advance the narrative. they tell me which scenes to put in. i add little details. the scenes are canon. // ao3.]
i remember the time when a kiss on the hand was enough (we knew we were meant to be loved)
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i don’t want to wake up lonely/ i don’t want to just be fine/ i don’t want to keep on hoping/ forget what i had in mind
—broods, ‘mother and father’
//
He’s not really a bad kisser, and, hey, at the very least, when you’re kissing he’s not talking, so—total bonus. And you can appreciate good muscles, and when you feel down his back and then push him into a bookcase with a little thud, it’s not like he doesn’t work out or anything.
So, really, physically this isn’t too bad. And you know you’re a good kisser—you’re good at most physical things, really, to be fair.
And then Kirsch tugs on your bottom lip with his teeth and you hate the little whimper that escapes your mouth, but whatever, you bite his back harder and her groans, and you end up smiling, which makes him end up smiling, which is essentially a total disaster because you open your eyes for a second and see him grinning into another kiss and this is not a feelings thing.
It’s not.
He’s not really the worst guy in the world, though, you guess, because he might not be as smart as you but he’s at least decent, and maybe even kind, and he’s good to Laura and Will and all of the Zetas and he’s annoying as fuck but you guess he’s good to you too. Or, he has been, and, right now, he backs up from a kiss and sucks in a breath and you’re afraid he’s going to say something either completely ridiculous or actually nice, and you don’t want either of those, so you grab his hand and put it on your boob.
His eyes grow wide and he almost squeaks when you kiss him again, and he just kind of rests his hand there for a few seconds before he squeezes—once, gently, and it’s kind of nice, because, okay, girls are great and you’re still bi, like, really bi, but his hands are big and strong but he’s soft.
So it’s nice.
Physically.
You’re shoving him further into another stack of books and squeezing his ass, because, honestly, if this is just physical—and it is—you’re going to get your money’s worth.
And he seems to agree, because all of a sudden the top few buttons of your shirt are popping off, and you distantly wonder if you can have sex in a library or if that would definitely get you caught; probably the latter, but you’re definitely debating the merits of unzipping his pants, and you knock a few books off the shelf, but then you hear a little squeak, and you break apart as fast as you can.
“Fuck, shit,” you say, because it’s only Laura and Carmilla—who, for their credit, definitely look like they were about to do the exact same thing you and Kirsch were doing—but not really, because they’re on the ground and you’re pretty sure they’re probably, like, in gross lesbian love with each other.
Which is definitely not what you’re feeling for Kirsch, because he says, “Relax, it’s only Laura,” and yep, there it is—really, really not in love.
Carmilla looks like she could kill a man in this very moment, and you almost want to laugh.
Carmilla says something characteristically snarky and Kirsch grabs a book and says something characteristically inane that pretty much none of you believe, because he’s holding a fucking encyclopedia, and then it’s kind of a terrible devolution of any sort of secret plan.
Luckily Laura and Carmilla are seemingly in the same cloud of heady physical want as you are, although they kind of both look confused too, and this is absolutely ridiculous.
Carmilla seems to think the same thing and you’re glad when they go their separate way, holding hands and generally being disgusting, and you look at Kirsch and walk back to where you’d dumped your backpack, give him a little wave, and say, “Well, that was thrilling.”
He looks a little loss and you sigh, and when he follows you tell yourself it’s absolutely nothing, that you don’t want him to—but you watch Laura and Carmilla before they turn the corner on their way out the door of the library, and Carmilla is laughing at something Laura said, and you think maybe something like that wouldn’t be so bad.
Maybe.
//
Intellectually, you know about sex drives and hormones and all of the things that, at seventeen, your body is supposed to be doing. For as much as you don’t give any shits about school, you’re plenty aware that you’re pretty smart, and you spend enough hours on the couch trying not to move and trying just to forget that you’re pretty sure you’ve watched documentaries and trashy reality TV on just about every subject.
So between pretty much being fluent in Latin and having read the entirety of the senior Postmodernism class’ reading list at UT—you’d found it online, whatever—you know plenty about sex drives. Even philosophically.
But this—Laura, wanting to kiss Laura—is doing things that really transcend logic, because your brain had been pretty much malfunctioning for a while around Laura, but now your entire body is really malfunctioning. Or, according to many scientific facts—functioning just as it’s supposed to.
It’d been different with Elle—not that she was less beautiful or kind or anything, but you were younger, you knew less—and Laura is closer to you than anyone else—Elle included—has been to you.
Probably in every sense of that concept at the moment, because you’re sitting on the floor by your lockers and she’s feeding you part of her peanut butter and jelly sandwich, ripping off little bits and you take them and try your very best to suck her fingers on each go, because if your body is going to be as tingly and unfocused and, well, wet as this, you figure Laura’s should be too. It’s only fair, and, after all, she’s definitely for equality. Of the sexes.
Her eyes are growing larger and her breathing is getting quicker and you take your time with this particular bite, lick a little bit of jelly off of her finger as slowly and with as much purpose as you possibly can, and she groans and says, “Carm.”
You smile a little and say, “We can trade places if you want. I’m sure you’d like the other side of this too.”
She puts down what’s left of her sandwich with a sigh and thunks her head back against the lockers.
You scoot closer and lean forward, balance on your wrist, which hurts like a fucking bitch, and she has her eyes closed, so she doesn’t really notice, and you try to readjust so you’re kind of just on your knees, but the floor is hard and the lockers are hard and you’re frustrated and in pain and you feel tears pricking at your eyes and when Laura opens hers, you shake your head and let out a fuck before you sit back.
Laura frowns and she’s about to say something when you just shake your head and she sighs and nods. But she moves closer to you, presses up against your good side, laces your hands, and then turns to you. Her face is so close, and she takes the hand that isn’t holding yours and runs it through your hair once and then says, “I want you to feel good things.”
You wonder if Laura knows at all what she just said, because you kind of go haywire for a moment, but you say, “Laura,” weakly, because you’re pretty sure the bell is going to ring, and, besides Laura, you kind of hate this fucking school, and she stares at you. She presses forward and your eyes flutter closed, and—whatever, maybe this place could be better than it has been in the past—but then you feel her kiss the tip of her nose, and—okay, and then you feel her move lower and kiss the bottom of your chin, and—Laura.
This is exactly the reason you love her, but, come on.
But she backs up and nods and the bell rings and she stands up and then offers her hand. You take it and she tugs you up gently and you squeeze her hand.
She smiles warmly and then hands you the rest of her sandwich.
“If you’re still hungry,” she says, then turns to walk toward her locker, waiting for you to follow.
So the dance wasn’t as lame as she thought it would be. While the playful tension between Danny and Kirsch was palpable (and disgusting), she kind of wanted them to quit flirting and hook up already. Not because she started seeing them as friends and actually caring for their well-being but rather because she wanted Laura all to herself. Although Kirsch started off as a surprisingly inattentive date (not really surprising) Danny must have clued him in because ever since she arrived he began actually acting like Laura’s date. Or maybe he was just trying to make Danny jealous? Nah, the drooling puppy dog doesn’t have it in him to play the jealous game. He just probably really didn’t mean to leave Laura hanging.
Although now she had Carmilla. A sexy leather clad, blazer wearing, tie rocking Carmilla. (She is so sexy) And apparently Kirsch finally got the hint to lay off when he asked Laura to dance when “Give Me Love” by Ed Sheeran came on and Carmilla glared at him as if she was Goku about to go Super Saiyan. Not that she would ask Laura to dance, I mean not to this song. She has no problem dancing awkwardly to something with a faster tempo with her completely platonic adorably cute best friend. But this song, this was a couples song and spoke a little bit too true and too close to her particular situation. (God how she wants to dance with her.)
As everyone partnered up (Ginger One with Ginger Two, the lost giant Weasley sister with the Zeta puppy, even Mr. Beckett with Ms. Minkle) Carmilla took a slow and steady sip of what little remained of the oddly tangy punch in her white Styrofoam cup. Carefully stealing glances at Laura out of the corner of her eyes. Laura stood a bit too far for Carmilla’s liking but stood standing in her direction. She was staring at her own hands as they picked off small pieces of the brim of her already empty cup. Carmilla noticed her besties’ grail in desperate need of libation and TLC so she decided to break the somewhat uncomfortable silence.
“So I take it you’re more of a red solo cup kind of gal?”
Laura’s head shoots up at Carmilla as though she has just been awakened from the best day dream.
“What?”
“Your cup is turning into a shot glass”
“Oh, just habit I guess”
“I was unaware destroying things was a habit of yours cupcake”
“Haven’t you ever done this to a Styrofoam cup before?”
“Of course I have, but only when I’m nervous...or bored” Worriedly “Are you bored?”
Pushing some hair behind her ear “No. No, I’m having a great time. A really really great time, actually” Laura looks back down at what remains of the cup’s mangled form with the hint of a smile.
“Yeah, me too.”
Laura looks up at Carmilla and that hint of a smile spreads across her face from ear to ear. The kind of smile that makes Carmilla’s heart still for a brief second and her stomach drop. She returns Laura’s smile with one of her own. The kind that Laura sees every night as she closes her eyes to go to sleep.
“Did my ears deceive me or did Carmilla Karnstein just admit to having a really great time at a really lame and arbitrary school dance?”
“Hey I never said it was arbitrary, besides I’m only having a good time because of you”
Laura’s facial expression turns to an adorable mixture of embarrassed and flattered.
“And the music isn’t completely terrible either. At least not this song anyway.”
Laura’s mouth is now agape as she is astounded at all the black-mail worthy facts Carmilla is spilling right now. She seems so vulnerable. I guess Laura does that to her.
“What?! You like Ed Sheeran? Oh I am never going to let you forget this”
Carmilla scoffs “I do not like the limey ginger-haired twerp, just this song”
“Carm!”
“What? It’s only a semi-derogatory term. Besides there aren’t any Brits around here to get offended anyway”
“What’s up?” Brit Lerhman the school mascot who surprisingly cleaned up nicely when she wasn’t Simon the Salamander (Silas High’s serpentine mascot) quickly made her way over to the bickering friends.
“Oh we weren’t talking about you Brit we were just talking about actual Brits” Laura assures her.
Confused “What?” Let’s face it, Brit isn’t exactly known for her academic achievements.
“You know...” in a horrible mocking accent Carmilla does the best worst impression of a stereotypical British person “’Ello govenah. Got me summa dem fish n chips I did. Just off ta go see ol’ Big Ben by way of a double decka bus. Chip chip an’ cheerio an’ a top of da mornen to yas!”
Laura bursts out laughing a beautiful bellowing laugh that can even be heard over the music...well at least by the students within close proximity because they all turn and look towards the girls.
Laura now bent over with laughter and clutching Carmilla’s arm to steady herself doesn’t notice her classmates’ confused stares. Nor does she notice Carmilla laughing and taking in every second of this moment, of Laura’s contagious laughter and the amazing sense of warmth and light radiating from her best friend.
Laura, calming down a bit but still smiling ear to ear, straightens up and looks into Carmilla’s burning brown eyes.
“Dance with me.”
Taken aback by the seemingly random question that sounded more like a statement than anything, Carmilla responds “What?”
Laura, no longer laughing at all and smile faded to an unfamiliar lopsided but equally adorable grin repeats herself, with even more confidence.
“Dance with me Carm”
“To this song? But it’s almost over”
“So?” Laura says with a shrug as she extends her right hand knowing full well there’s no way Carmilla will decline her invitation.
Carmilla joins her left hand with Laura’s and intertwines their fingers. Laura lends her another one of those smiles as she leads the way weaving through the crowded dance floor. As they come to a stop in a spot Laura deems suitable for sharing a dance with her best friend, she removes her hand from Carmilla’s. Their stomachs knotting slightly at the loss of contact; only to drop again when Laura locks her hands together around Carmilla’s neck as Carmilla places her hands on Laura’s hips. They’re silent for a moment, gently swaying to the now fading song.
The DJ must have a thing for limey ginger-haired twerps because he plays another Ed Sheeran song. Only this one has an even slower tempo and a more overt message. As “Kiss Me” begins to play, Carmilla takes in the beautiful girl sharing a dance with her. She tries to steal glances of Laura from head to toe (because her dress is just...wow) but that’s kind of difficult to do with her staring right back. She can’t believe how lucky she is. She never deemed herself worthy to win a dance with the most gorgeous girl at Silas High. Let’s face it, the most gorgeous girl in the known universe. Her eyes now locked on Laura’s she instinctively moves in a little closer to Laura. (Oh no, what is she doing? She just obviously moved in closer to her completely platonic gorgeous best friend that she absolutely cannot have the most heart breaking crush on because she’s totally straight and not in the least bit attracted to girls. Except for the fact that she said she was possibly when she was totally wasted cuddled in Carmilla’s arms. STOP! Wow your thoughts are even starting to sound like her. Okay you moved some, you’re closer but no more. Stay where you are!)
Laura noticing Carmilla’s sudden rigidness shyly bites her lip and readjusts herself so that her arms are completely encompassing Carmilla, her elbows now locking around Carmilla’s neck and her head nuzzled somewhere in between her neck and collarbone. Whatever caterpillars were in Carmilla’s stomach have definitely transformed into butterflies and have somehow made it more difficult to breathe. Laura noticing her friend’s hitching breath pulls away concerned.
“Carm, are you okay? I wasn’t choking you was I?”
“No! I’m fine cutie, just had something in my throat” (Something in your throat? Really? Like maybe a huge lump of longing that you had to gulp down because you were afraid it would spill from your mouth revealing your feelings and secret desire to hold her in your arms forever? You dumb fuck)
“Are you sure because it felt like you stopped breathing for a second”
“I’m fine Laura, seriously. You should be less concerned with me and more concerned with your foot placement. Your dancing is horrendous.” Carmilla says through a sarcastic grin.
“Well excuse me for not taking classes when I was younger!”
“I was coerced into them.” Carmilla says defensively.
The word coerced set something inside of Laura on fire. She suddenly felt angry and sad and protective of her best friend. Because she knew exactly what that word must have meant. She felt her face begin to heat up but reminded herself to play it cool so that Carmilla doesn’t notice and assume that Laura is pitying her. Because she’s not. She just really cares for her best friend and doesn’t want anyone to hurt her in the slightest way possible.
Not as able to control her flushing face as she would have liked, Laura throws her head back onto her spot between Carmilla’s slender neck and protruding collarbone; tightening the hold on her arms resting on her best friend’s shoulders. Shoulders that carry a heavier burden than anyone should ever have to. Laura sinks into Carmilla further, pushing her hips forward so that their bodies are completely flush. They have stopped swaying and have come to a standstill, not moving from their wrapped up positions. They’re basically hugging. But not the typical couple second hug or not even the longer more lingering hug that best friends share. This was something else. This hug, this hold, felt like it had no end. At least that’s how both of them quietly felt about it.
As they stood there wrapped up in each other, the rest of the world fell away. Their breathing became synchronized. With every exhale from Laura, Carmilla would inhale and vice versa. They were breathing each other in. Laura breathing in Carmilla’s slightly smokey scent of orchids and peaches; and Carmilla breathing in Laura’s subtle scent of evergreen and sunscreen. Carmilla’s hands began to move. In no specific direction to no specific location, they just moved. Touching. Feeling.
Feeling Laura’s warmth beneath her dress on the small of her back as well as the smoothness of her sun-kissed skin on her bare shoulders as her hands made their way up her body. Their breathing becoming heavier, deeper. Laura began unwrapping her arms, never leaving Carmilla’s shoulders, and placed her hands on the back of the other girl’s neck. Her right hand running through the base of Carmilla’s silky smooth hair. Her left hand now making its way closer to her own face, running along the side of Carmilla’s neck with her fingertips. Lifting her head up slightly but still pressed up against Carmilla’s face, her fingers found the beauty marks she discovered the night of the party. Without thinking she begins kissing the beauty marks on Carmilla’s neck that when connected with kisses resembled the Little Dipper. In their silence the song gets louder. The words clearer. Almost screaming at them.
Your lips pressed to my neck
I’m falling for your eyes, but they don’t know me yet
And with a feeling I forget, I’m in love now
Kiss me, like you want to be loved
You want to be loved
Want to be loved
Carmilla trembling slightly, pulls away from Laura. Their arms still wrapped around each other and their hips still touching, Carmilla has pulled away enough to look directly into Laura’s hazel eyes which appear to be filled with apology. Laura stares back at Carmilla’s dark and piercing eyes realizing that she probably just crossed the line (again) and made her best friend feel somewhat uncomfortable.
“Carm I’m s-”
“-Shhh” Carmilla raises her left hand to Laura’s face. Cradling her warm flushed cheek with the palm of her hand while her thumb rests on Laura’s lips.
“Shhhhh” soothing Laura’s woes, Carmilla glances between Laura’s picturesque hazel eyes to her soft full lips.
She begins to run her thumb along Laura’s bottom lip, her eyes locked on her tender lips. Laura’s eyes remain glued to Carmilla’s eyes as she watches Carmilla watch her. Carmilla, biting her lip in hesitation, decides to try something. Something that she knows she will most likely regret but at the same time, when will she ever get another chance? I mean this was the fairy tale movie slow dance scene that Laura has always hoped for. She looks to Laura’s eyes one last time before glancing back down at her lips. Carmilla removes her thumb from Laura’s lips. She begins to lean forward, closer to Laura, closer to her lips, closer to finding out if Laura feels the same way about her. Laura remains frozen staring into Carmilla’s hungry eyes.
(Oh my God she’s going to kiss her! Is this really happening?!?!? Why her? What makes her so special? Carmilla is far too pretty for someone as dorky as her. Oh God she smells so good)
Carmilla is merely centimeters away from Laura. She begins to close the last bit of distance between them. Her nose touching Laura’s cheek her upper lip grazes Laura’s. Laura’s eyes are now closed, comprehending the brevity of what is about to take place. She just barely feels Carmilla’s upper lip but it feels even softer than she could have imagined, or at least so she thinks it will. As Carmilla’s about to move somehow closer to fully connect their lips Laura suddenly feels a rush of cold air and the smell of orchids and peaches scented hair whip her face. She opens her eyes, only to see that her best day dream has in fact turned into her worst nightmare.
Standing their with a hideous angry scowl and her ridiculously long bright red fingernails wrapped around Carmilla’s forearm digging their way through her blazer, was Mrs. Karnstein. (What is she doing here?! She wasn’t supposed to be here! We thought she decided chaperoning was too dull a chore!)
“What did I say? What did I say Carmilla!”
Her tone like something out of a Disney villan’s mouth screeched in Laura’s and Carmilla’s ears. Carmilla tried to reason with mother dearest but as she began to speak, the vile woman cut her off.
“Why do you always disobey me?”
Laura is frozen in place but manages to shout out “Stop it! You’re hurting her!”
Carmilla turns her terrified gaze from her cruel sadistic mother to her foolish petulant best friend.
Noticing some of the other students concerned glances, Mrs. Karnstein lets go of her disobedient daughter’s forearm and lowers her voice just loud enough for them both to hear.
“I will deal with you when you get home”.
She turns around swiftly and clears a path with ease through the crowded gymnasium. Carmilla and Laura never take their eyes off of mother dearest until she exits the gym. “The Pot” by Tool comes on after the last song faded out. Carmilla and Laura not aware of anything outside their little world that they have created, turn towards each other. Both with looks of horror. The DJ interrupts the song.
“Whoa sorry dudes and dudettes, that’s my own personal playlist. Guess I don’t know how to work a Mac as well as I thought I did. Anyway here’s a jam to get us back into the party vibe!” As he begins to play “23” by Mike Will Made It ft. Miley Cyrus and Wiz Khalifa, Carmilla and Laura are left petrified, frozen in the middle of the dance floor, surrounded by their oblivious grinding classmates.
Is there going to be a deleted scene today? I can't remember if your schedule change for them is happening now or when hsau starts updating on Fridays.
i answered this earlier & made a post about it:
i visited auschwitz today. there will not be a deleted scene today bc of that. there might be one tomorrow, but i'm not promising anything. i'm also traveling most of friday so my safest bet is to wait until next week for my deleted scenes from the current chapters.
What will the new Fool's Gold update schedule mean for your deleted scenes? Will they start being posted on Saturdays? (And thanks for your deleted scenes! I always look forward to reading them!)
i'm not entirely sure, but i talked to olivia today & we're thinking deleted scenes will be released for sure on saturday, & most likely on tuesday as well if i have the time & they have scenes they want me to write.
(& just fyi, as for korrasami uni au, that'll become monday/thursday updates.)
"Besides, there are a few things you know by heart, after all, and Laura’s delighted laugh is becoming one of them." i actually felt this line punch me in the stomach, well done as always!
yeah yknow it's also prolly the only happy thing carmilla knows by heart too have fun
