Snack Time
Carmilla groaned as a knock sounded from the door to room 307, and wrapped her arms around Laura a little tighter. “Ignore it,” She mumbled, still half asleep. It was still early for her despite it being almost one in the afternoon. Her blood supplier bailed on her the night before, so she’d had to go all the way to Vienna in the middle of the night to replenish her stock.
Laura gave her a look and then glanced at the door. “Come in!” She called, eliciting an irritated grumble from the vampire in her lap.
In walked Perry, her fiery curls bouncing around her face in all their glory. “Hello Laura,” She said cheerfully. “Carmilla,”
“Hey Perry,” Laura smiled, setting her book down. Carmilla grumbled something incoherent, and Laura brushed her thumb gently behind her ear to sooth her. “what’s up?”
“Well, I found a new recipe for German chocolate brownies, and I thought maybe you two would like to assist me,” She said, looking rather excited.
Carmilla perked up minutely at the prospect of chocolate, but stayed curled up with her head in Laura’s lap. It was going to take much more than that to get her to detangle herself from her very warm, very comfortable girlfriend.
“Ooh that sounds fun, right Carm?” Laura grinned, looking down at Carmilla as she brushed some of her hair away from her eyes.
Carmilla screwed her eyes up tighter. “No.” She grunted.
“Well,” Perry started. “I’m sure LaFontaine could get some blood from the lab and we could make a second batch with some blood,”
Carmilla opened one eye. “I’m listening,”
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“Curly Sue, I really hope you have some club soda on hand,” Carmilla deadpanned, looking at the large bloodstain on her grey shirt. Across from her stood Laura, holding a blood bag that looked like it’d exploded.
Carmilla, Laura, Perry and LaFontaine were in the common room kitchen, and making quite the mess, much to Perry’s dismay. There was flour all over the counter, a splatter of chocolate on the fridge, and now there was blood on Carmilla, Laura, and the floor. And LaFontaine managed to get egg whites in their hair.
“Oh my goodness!” Perry gasped, staring at the two of them. “Um, yes, I do, why don’t you two get a different shirt to put on and I’ll take care of those,”
“No need,” Carmilla shrugged, and then promptly pulled her shirt off, causing Laura to go very, very red.
“I’m going to go change,” Laura said abruptly, and then slapped the half-full blood bag onto the counter and all but raced out of the room.
Carmilla chuckled and turned back to the counter and picked up the carton of eggs. “How many do we need?”
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An hour later, the brownies were done and everyone was sitting around the old beat up couches, thoroughly stuffed. Carmilla was still very, very shirtless, though Laura had adapted by now to Carmilla sitting there in a pair of jeans and a bra. Mostly.
“These are so good, Perry,” Laura said, still nibbling on a brownie.
“yeah, not bad, Red,” Carmilla said with a smirk.
“Thank you,” Perry beamed. “I found the recipe online,”
“The icing too?” LaFontaine asked, licking a little off of their thumb.
“No, my mom showed me that one,” Perry said.
Carmilla raised an eyebrow and leaned closer to Laura, placing her hand high on Laura’s thigh. “How about we nab some of that icing for later?” She whispered in her ear.