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Laura was not a grumpy person – her brooding vampire girlfriend was much better suited to that descriptor than she was. However, with the holidays fast approaching, the ever-present clamor of carols was beginning to grate on her. She didn’t mind participating in festive cheer – decorating trees, sledding, gingerbread cookies, even caroling itself was something she enjoyed; but it was getting ridiculous. The Silas Glee Club had kicked off their caroling around Mid-November, and it had yet to cease. There was only so much Joy to the World, Silent Night, Jingle Bells, and whatever other classics the Glee Club seemed to have shoved into their craniums to spout off at any given moment she could take. Hence, her mood was growing fouler by the day; at first, Carmilla had thought it was kind of endearing, seeing her perpetually optimistic girlfriend in the sort of mood people usually associated with Carmilla – but she was quickly growing tired of it.
This morning the Glee Club had decided to rouse the whole campus from their slumber by marching through the halls of the dormitories singing a rather high-pitched rendition of Chestnuts Roasting on an Open Fire. That seemed to be the last straw for Laura – she shot out of bed, hair flying up every which way, looking to Carmilla very much like an enraged porcupine, and flew to the door before unleashing some very strategic Krav Maga moves upon the troope. Carmilla left her to it, and it wasn’t until she heard those poor souls howling – accompanied by Laura screaming “Don’t worry, I’ll roast your nuts over the pits of hell!” – that she decided to intervene.
When she emerged into the hall, she found one of the members very close to losing his family jewels indeed. She grabbed Laura by her wrist, dragging her back to the safety of their room, ignoring the girls’ shrieks of fury and incessant cursing of the boys’ entire family line. Once she shoved Laura through their door, sparing an amused glance back at the hyperventilating boy, she slammed the door shut. Turning to face Laura, she was met with a barrage of insults – ranging from insults reserved for late night television to the kind of insults you hear on playgrounds. Carmilla endured it bravely, soldiering on, but quickly grew impatient once Laura started taking her anger out on the objects in the room. She strode a few steps towards Laura, grasping her by her elbows and pulling her in to hold her, which seemed to subdue the girls’ violence, but did nothing to stop the verbal atrocities spewing from her mouth. Growing desperate, Carmilla tilted Laura’s head up before pushing their lips together roughly; not only did it catch Laura off guard, halting her tirade, but it took Laura so off guard that the entire debacle was temporarily forgotten.
Carmilla ran her hands lightly across Laura’s waist, making Laura in turn thread her fingers in Carmilla’s hair to pull their faces closer together. In response, Carmilla rested her hands on Lauras hips, stroking her sides before pulling them even closer together. They eventually toppled onto a bed – neither one of them was coherent enough to see whose bed it was – to continue their activities. Carmilla was slowly running her hands up Laura’s sides, nudging hers shirt farther and farther up when LaFontaine and Perry burst in.
“Laura, way to go – you totally kicked the Glee Clubs ass; I think I heard one guy calling his roommate to bring him a fresh pair of--” LaFontaine stopped quickly, blinking rapidly to make sure they weren’t having some weird hallucination. There it was, clear as day – Laura and Carmilla were tangled together on Carmilla’s bed, both of them breathless – with Laura’s shirt bunched around her bust line, and Carmilla’s pants half way down.
“Oh” they started awkwardly, giving the girls a knowing grin “Sorry, we didn’t realize we were interrupting, did we Per”? Perry nodded tightly, eyes scanning the room quickly, looking everywhere but at them. Carmilla suddenly remembered how to control her limbs, and returned both she and Laura to a fully-clothed state quickly, before sitting up and giving the intruders a harsh glare.
“How many times have we told you to knock, you two?” Carmilla asked bitingly “It’s not that difficult a concept”. Perry at least had the good sense to look properly chastised, but it seemed that even Carmilla’s burning glare did nothing to assuage LaFontaine’s Cheshire grin – which seemed to be giving them an excess of confidence all of the sudden. They were about to open their mouth, to say something suggestive no doubt, but Carmilla would be damned if she let that happen – any more embarrassment and Laura would probably never return to her normal color again.
“Out” she barked at the two simply and, to her relief, they obliged – but not before LaFontaine looked over their shoulder, winking suggestively at the pair before having the door slammed in their face. Carmilla let out a huff of air, running her hand through her hair, before turning back to smile apologetically at Laura.
“Are you okay cupcake? You look a little traumatized” Carmilla noted humorously, placing a soft kiss on Laura’s forehead before wrapping her in her arms. Laura relaxed from her tense position, leaning back into Carmilla’s arms.
“I’m fine. I just – that was eventful and” she looked briefly over at the clock on her desk and groaned “it’s not even nine yet. I still have to go to class and everything”. Carmilla bit back a laugh at her complaining, deciding that incurring the tiny girls’ wrath wasn’t worth it.
“You know” Carmilla spoke thoughtfully “Human celebrations of holidays weren’t always filled with such drab musical selections”. Noting that small tilt of Laura head, Carmilla continued “They used to be more thoughtful, you could say – more deliberate. The songs were chosen based on their message, not because they were designated for the holiday. Plus, German is so much more romantic than English”.
“I don’t understand – how so?” Laura asked, a little timid. Carmilla gave her a genuine smile, pressing a kiss to her temple.
“Tonight I’ll show you” Carmilla promised gently, before nudging Laura to get ready for her day and kissing her goodbye.
That night, they whirled to an old waltz as Carmilla whispered long forgotten German lyrics into Laura’s ear and placed tender kisses all over her body.