Title: nothing to prove and nothing to lose
Author: clarahow // agentroxylancelots // charleybradburies (will be posted after challenge)
Fandom: Carmilla Series
Characters: Carmilla & Laura (POV Laura)
Pairing: Carmilla/Laura
Length: 222w
Rating: M
Summary: Love will indeed have its sacrifices. Spontaneity? Not one of them.
Content Notes: Mentions of things that could potentially be considered spoilers but are also too vague to actually be revealing anything that wasn't revealed in season one. Also, sexytimes.
Author Notes: CARMILLAPOCALYPSE!!!!! Carmilla returned today and I am a giddy, anxious, useless-except-for-fanfic lesbian human so I did a thing. I guess this wraps up my Carmilla Countdown Challenge? It's like, T + 6hr so IDK.
FFW Challenge #121: Dancing.
also for femslash100 drabble cycle #11: kinks, table 10A prompt #10: voyeurism.
Title from "You & Me" by Lifehouse, which is not only ICONIC but a waltz *winks*

“Wow. You know, if waltzing was scandalous, I can only imagine how horrible it would have been to be caught actually having sex.”

Carmilla chuckles briefly.

“You have no idea, cupcake,” she smirks, leaning over and kissing Laura, gently at first but swiftly pushing deeper, dragging Laura against her without lifting a finger, except to run them through her hair. Seductive goddess indeed.

Carmilla pulls an inch away with a gasp.

“But I imagine you have an idea what it’d be like nowadays, hmm?”

“Not really, no…”

“Hmm. First time for everything, I suppose,” Carmilla moans into Laura’s mouth, hands sliding down her backside; Laura’s visited by a fleeting moment of apprehension, flanked by hitches in breath and arousal.

“How about we see just far we can go before the rest of the gang shows up?” Carmilla pretends to ask, but Laura suspects that she’s cognizant that Laura’s reaction will be the god-awfully horny mumble that falls from her lips a moment later when Carmilla reaches under the chaise for her glorious little toy box she’s stashed there and her lips just barely leave Laura’s.

She obliges Laura, yanking her jeans open just enough to grope her through her panties without having to contend with her zipper, and Laura tangles her fingers in Carmilla’s hair and moves to straddle her leather-covered lap.