Game Night
“Laura, I look ridiculous,” Carmilla grumbled, adjusting her ascot for the tenth time as she stared into the bathroom mirror. “why are we going to this thing again?”
“Because I’m doing a piece for the magazine about local LARP groups, and I thought this would be more fun than the one that involved camping,” Laura called from the bedroom. “I’ve had about enough camping for the rest of my life.” She said with a shudder, pushing away memories of their month in the mountains. “And it’s vampires, Carm! I thought you’d feel right at home!”
Carmilla snorted and buttoned up her frock coat. “Sweetheart, this is a far cry from real vampires,”
“I know, I know, it’s got its own story line and everything.” Laura said, walking out of their bedroom, dressed in a floor length maroon dress with Carmilla’s leather corset in hand. She held it out to Carmilla. “Lace me up?” She asked.
Carmilla turned around and felt blush creep up her neck at the sight of Laura in the dress. She nodded, and motioned for Laura to turn around so she could wrap the corset around her.
“And I thought it might be nice for you to be able to sort of be yourself in public without anyone actually knowing that you’re being yourself,” Laura shrugged, squeaking a little when Carmilla pulled the laces tight. “You can let your fangs come down,” She said, looking over her shoulder at her girlfriend. “apparently lots of people in these circles get veneers, so people will just assume you got them too,”
Carmilla hummed as she finished tying the laces, and moved Laura’s hair to one side, giving her an affectionate nip on the neck with her fangs. “People really get into this, huh?” She murmured, planting a kiss under Laura’s ear.
Laura shivered a little and smiled, wrapping her hands around Carmilla’s where they rested on her stomach. “They do. There was actually this case that happened in the nineties I think where this guy got way too into it and actually started believing he was a vampire. He killed his girlfriend’s parents because they didn’t want them to be together,”
“Humans,” Carmilla said with a roll of her eyes, and gently turned Laura around. She looked her up and down, that blush coming back and rising to her cheeks now. “You look beautiful,” She murmured, her hands on Laura’s hips. “leather suits you,”
“Yeah?” Laura smiled, and then hummed a little when Carmilla nodded, and ran a hand through her vampire’s wild hair. She’d opted to keep it wild and unruly to offset the formality of her costume. “Well I think frock coats suit you,” her eyes flicked over Carmilla’s frame, dressed in maroon and black to match Laura. “very sexy,”
Carmilla smirked, her fangs glinting in the light. “Good to know,” She drawled, taking Laura’s hand and leading her to their front door and out onto the street. “I might just keep it then...”