Poultrygeist

Laura had been filming the next few shows in advance to take the week off for Carmilla. She would never admit it, but having Laura busy the last few days had put a serious dampener on her mood.

When Laura would come home late from filming and jump straight to her room for more research on sleazy corporate individuals, Carmilla ached for attention. She found herself rewatching episodes of Laura roasting an individual named Vordernburg she had saved on the DVR just to hear her voice, what a sap...

Laura noticed her yellow pillow had migrated once again to Carmilla’s disaster of a bedroom, it was a constant struggle between the two. But she let the broody girl keep it for the time being.

It was early afternoon when Laura finished filming her last bit and decided to come home early. She quietly snuck into Carmilla’s room to find her asleep (shocking) and hugging her yellow pillow tightly to her body. The sight made Laura’s chest ache with affection for the girl.

She shook her head and immediately belly flopped onto the mess of sheets, partially on top of Carmilla. There was a soft oof and then a groan. Laura smiled to herself and scooted herself to be situated on top on Carmilla, who had rolled over onto her back but did not open her eyes. Laura’s thighs straddled her waist as she began poking Carmilla all over the stomach and sides.

“Carm, Carm wake up. Carmilla, wake up. Wake up Carmilla,” Laura’s poked were relentless and she suppressed a giggled as Carmilla twitched away from her fingers. “Carmilla, did you even pack yet? We’re leaving tomorrow. I bet you didn’t pack. I’m right, aren’t I?” she started to swing herself off of her to check Carmilla’s probably empty bags then suddenly her world flipped.

Carmilla grabbed Laura by the waist and flipped them over, pressing Laura now into her bed and peering down at her.

“You’re annoying,” she said with a fond smile on her face, her voice gravelly from sleep. The sound made the hairs on Laura’s neck stand on end.

Laura’s heart was beating erratically and she couldn’t tell if it was from the sudden position switch or the close proximity of her roommates face to her own. Laura just stuck out her tongue in retaliation.

Carmilla’s eyes darted down to Laura’s mouth at the action before clearing her throat.

“Come on cutie, my bags aren’t going to pack themselves,” she shifted her weight off of the cupcake and walked into her closet, leaving a flustered Laura on her bed.

Carmilla and Laura had been sitting outside of Carmilla’s mother’s house for a solid 20 minutes. Laura sat in the passenger seat with her head between her legs while Carmilla rolled her eyes at the dramatic antics.

“Cupcake, this is feeling a little backwards. Shouldn’t I be the one in panic mode right now?” Carmilla tried to sound annoyed despite her rubbing circles on the hyperventilating girl’s back.

Laura popped back up. “What if they don’t like me? What if I open my mouth and out you from the get go? What if your siblings hate me and they never let you see me again? Carmilla! It’s not funny!”

Carmilla bit her lip and tried to put on a passive expression despite her shoulders still shaking.

“Laura, relax. It’s going to be fine. Even if I don’t end up telling them I’m gay, I’m just glad to have you here with me for my sanity,” she said sincerely.

Laura squared her shoulders. “You’re right. We’ve got this. We’ve got this? We’ve got this.” She quickly opened her door and rounded yanked her suitcase out of the backseat and marched towards the front door, Carmilla sighing and following her.

Once Laura actually took in her surroundings, she was gaping. The enourmous property was looming before them. She turned to Carmilla who shrugged sheepishly.

“You never told me you were rich!”

“I’m not, my mother is. There is a significant difference,” Carmilla’s tone hinting that she was done with that conversation before it even started. Laura just continued to stare in wonder and the huge estate in front on her.

“So what’s our game plan?”

“Our game plan?” Carmilla’s eyebrow raised.

“Yeah, our game plan! You don’t just plan on saying ‘Hey mom can you pass the gravy, by the way I’m gay?’” she said incredulously.

Carmilla rolled her eyes. “I don’t know cupcake, I’m just going to let what happens happen,” she looked down, avoiding Laura’s eyes, and Laura could feel tension rolling off her in waves. She leaned in and kissed Carmilla’s cheek. When she pulled back, Carmilla’s were wide in surprise.

“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to Carm. I’ll support what ever decision you make. Plus, we’ve got a whole week here! So take your time, and if you decide that it’s not the right time, then it’s not the right time, and we go home no harm no foul,” Laura tried to ease the constipated look on Carmilla’s face. She just nodded in response.

Carmilla surprised her by reaching down and linking her fingers, dragging her towards to the door. She rang the doorbell and waited patiently, bringing their joined hands to her lips to kiss the back of Laura’s hand.

Laura was trying to calm the emotions boiling over in her stomach from the affectionate action when the door swung open. The boy at the door seemed to be a few years younger than Carmilla, but they shared the same dark hair and sharp features.

A slow smirk appeared. “Hey Kitty, bout time you showed your face,” she teased.

Carmilla released Laura’s hand to punch him lightly, but a small smile played at the corners of her mouth. “Don’t start with me William. Now go bring our bags inside before I go meet my impending doom with Mother.”

He scoffed at her, but brushed past the two anyways, heading towards their neglected bags at the end of the walkway.

“Who’s your play thing?” he called behind him.

“This is my...Laura,” she said awkwardly.

Will turned to look over his shoulder with an unreadable expression on his face before rolling his eyes.

“Sure thing Kitty.”

Carmilla gulped but ushered Laura inside. The interior of the home was equally as stunning as the exterior, if not more. Laura craned her neck, trying to look at everything at once. Though money was not an issue for her now, she had grown up in a frugal home. And the Carmilla she knew lived off of cheeseburgers and pizza coupons, this was a different universe from the Carmilla she knew.

Which led her to think, what else had Carmilla not told her about herself? The thought left an uncomfortable feeling in her stomach.

She was broken from her thoughts as a Carmilla halted their movements and stared past Laura. Laura whipped around and was met with the most regal looking woman she’s ever laid eyes on. Just her being in her presence made her want to stand up straighter.

“Mother,” Carmilla stated simply.

“Mircalla, so nice of you to join us.”

“Mircalla?!” Laura blurted, looking to Carmilla.