Hangover
POV Carmilla
Laura pushes me on the huge lounge couch. She stumbles and falls down on top of me. I let out a quiet 'oef' when her body hits mine. Our bodies flush together and her face hovers above mine.
She presses her lips against mine. It's not soft and gentle like the last time we kissed. It's rough and sloppy. Not my favorite kind of kissing but it's fine. Her lips still feel really good. I'm sober enough to realize that I should stop this. Because she is only doing this because she is drunk and she doesn't know what she is doing. But I can't. I want her.
She moves her face to press, just as rough and sloppy, kisses against my neck. Don't get lost in the feeling Karnstein, you need to stop this. Instead of doing that, I tangle my fingers in her hair and press her closer against me. I moan when she sucks at my pulls point. Shit.
I wrap my arms around her and flip us over. Our lips meet again and I take over the control of the kiss to make it less rough and sloppy. I like gentle kisses, especially with her. I slip my hand underneath her shirt to softly caress her hips while our lips move slowly with each other. She tangles her fingers in my hair and presses her lips harder against me, obviously trying to make clear that this kiss is way too slow for her. I kiss her with more eager and she moans into my mouth. God that sound is beautiful. I caress my hand up along her waist and the side of her breast. Another moan fills the room. I cup her breast gently in my hand while I trail my lips down her neck. She gasps and pushes her hips up to meet mine. I moan and my hips, totally out of my control, start to grind against her.
I feel her nails dig into my shoulder through my shirt. I take my time to study her face. Her cheeks are red and her eyes full of lust. God why can't she be mine? I've been having this crush for ages already and she still isn't mine. We had sex, yes, but I don't even remember that night. And we are still just friends.
I realize that I've been staring at her, lost in my thoughts, for too long. When I get back to reality there is a very beautiful girl lying underneath me with her eyes closed. I frown.
''Cupcake?'' I groan. ''Did you really pass out?'' I shake her shoulder. ''Laura are you serious?'' I sigh. ''Fucking great.'' I get up. ''Alright buttercup.'' I bend down to kiss her forehead. ''Get some rest. You are going to feel horrible when you wake up.''
I'm having a hangover. This sucks but luckily I remember last night in detail. Laura and I stayed at LaF's place. Laura obviously because she passed out and I slept on the couch in the living room to make sure everything is going to be fine with her when she wakes up.
I woke up by the smell of coffee. I walk into the kitchen to see LaF, who's making breakfast.
''Mmm coffee.'' I hum and take their mug. They roll their eyes in annoyance. I smirk. ''So did Perry enjoy the gift I bought?'' I wiggle my eyebrows.
''She actually freaked out.''
''Sucks.'' I say while taking a sip of my coffee.
''So why are you having a hickey?'' LaF asks. My eyed widen. Oh no ... ''Karnstein.'' They say in a warning voice. ''You better didn't bang her in my house, on my couch, did you?!''
''No.'' I sigh. ''She passed out.''
''What?'' LaF starts to laugh. ''That's-'' They can't finish their sentence because they are laughing too hard.
''Oh shut up.'' I groan. ''It's probably good that it didn't happen.'' I feel sad now. Why can't I just ignore this feeling? I can't be in love with my best friend. It will ruin this friendship. Maybe I just need to take a step back?
''Carm?'' I hear behind me. I turn around. Laura. She looks terrible. ''I don't feel well.'' The pain in her voice breaks my heart. I get up and walk towards her. She wraps her arms around me to hug me. ''Will you please bring me home? This hangover is a bitch.''
''Sure.'' I pull back and smile at her. I cup her face in my hand and caress her cheek with my thumb. ''You will feel better after some tea.'' I turn to face LaF. ''I'm taking her home. Thanks for letting us stay.''
''No problem buddy.''
''It happened again, didn't it?'' Laura breaks the silence in the car on our way to her apartment. Damn it. I look at her.
''How did you figure?''
''You have a hickey. Who else could it have been other than me? Not LaF or Perry and definitely not Kirsch or Danny.'' She shrugs. ''And what else was I doing on a couch in a basement?''
''I'm sorry I shouldn't have brought you there. I mean you were the one who kissed me but I was the one who took it a step further.''
''Don't do that.'' She shakes her head. ''Don't blame yourself. There is obviously something going on between us. I just can't explain what it is.''
''Do you want to know what it is?''
''I don't know.'' She shrugs. ''Probably.''
''Are you willing to figure things out?''
''Not if it has a chance to ruin our friendship.''
''And what if we promise it won't?'' I ask. ''What if we promise that whatever happens between us, it won't ruin our friendship?''
''Then I'm willing to figure things out.''