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kiramaru7Title: Forbidden Love
Fandom: Carmilla
Author: kira
Chars/Pairs: Laura/Carmilla
Genres: romance
Warnings: none
Word Count: 790
Summary: Carmilla visits Laura in the middle of the night…
For Saraste…
I remembered that summer well, when Carmilla became a guest in our castle. I had been lonely for companionship of someone other than my father. So when Carmilla’s carriage overturned and she was hurt and brought into our care by her mother, it was like a gift from God. Here literally was the girl of my dreams, and let me clarify that. When we were younger, we had met in a dream, and now… well, now it was Kismet. I still don’t know how that was possible, but I was so overjoyed at having a friend and one as pretty and darling as Carmilla, that I did not care. Anyway, her health was rather delicate; as a result she was fond of sleeping late, you see. We soon became fast friends, almost inseparable. There were times though, when she would get very overbearing, but luckily that wasn’t often, as those were the times when she would make me crazy, but I loved her anyway.
God in Heaven, there was one such time, when she crawled in my bed at night. A sweet summer rain was falling, the kind that is cool and chases away the stifling heat. We lay in each other’s arms, our fingers entwined and the room still as Church mice, with no sound other than the beating of our heats and our soft breaths. Carmilla brushed her lips against my cheek, whispering good night to me and as I turned my head to do the same, our lips met. My heart pounded in my ears as we kissed and butterflies danced in my stomach. When she let go of my hand and fondled my breast, as my nipple hardened under her deft touch through the thin cotton of my nightgown, my breath quickened and much to my dismay, I let out a low moan.
I remembered she giggled as she nuzzled my cheek and I felt powerless to stop her advances. Confused, I didn’t know if this was right, her gentle touches, but if it was wrong, and oh God a part of me felt it was, but I also felt that I didn’t want to be right. Feather light and oh so heated, she trailed her hand lower and lower, making me shiver. She bunched up my nightgown as she went and I felt so wanton when I let her. Moving my hips, she pushed the thin cotton material higher and higher, exposing my nakedness for all to see, under the cover of darkness. I moaned when she touched me there, her cold fingers as soft as petals as she stroked my curls. Closing my eyes, I let myself get washed away by sensations I have never chanced to feel before, sensations that flitted from pleasure to shame and then back again. When I opened my legs, she touched me there, her slim, delicate fingers probing the depths of my velvety folds. And as she plumbed the depths of my aching core, my dear Carmilla leaned in and kissed my breast. I nearly fainted when she kissed it, nibbling and sucking, oh my God in Heaven above, I felt like a whore. I moaned her name into night. As I feel a sleep in her arms, I dreamt of black cat that suckled from me like a baby as I held it close and stroked the inky blackness of her fur.
When I awoke the next morning she was gone, leaving my bed empty and my nightgown twisted about my hips. I could feel my cheeks heating up as I recalled what we did last night uncover of darkness. And as much as it shamed me, I yearned for more. So much more, that I trailed my hands down my body, trying to recapture her delicate touch upon my skin and when I teased my curls, lightly stroking myself the way she had done last night. I grew more and more wanton, until I could not take it anymore, the dampness on my fingertips spurring me on. I touched myself, rubbing the sensitive area, and I cried out in the half light of morning, “Carmilla… oh please… Carmilla.” My breath hitching, I rubbed until a felt a blissful release. Ashamed, I hurriedly pulled my nightgown down, covering my nakedness, and with a sad sigh, I lay there waiting to face the day and counting the minutes until my dear friend awoke and we could spend the day together, her cool slim hand in mine as we walked the castle grounds. And if she should steal a kiss… it would be Heaven on Earth, for even though I know it is wrong, I have fallen under her spell and have fallen in love with my dearest Carmilla…
Fandom: Carmilla
Author: kira
Chars/Pairs: Laura/Carmilla
Genres: romance
Warnings: none
Word Count: 790
Summary: Carmilla visits Laura in the middle of the night…
For Saraste…
I remembered that summer well, when Carmilla became a guest in our castle. I had been lonely for companionship of someone other than my father. So when Carmilla’s carriage overturned and she was hurt and brought into our care by her mother, it was like a gift from God. Here literally was the girl of my dreams, and let me clarify that. When we were younger, we had met in a dream, and now… well, now it was Kismet. I still don’t know how that was possible, but I was so overjoyed at having a friend and one as pretty and darling as Carmilla, that I did not care. Anyway, her health was rather delicate; as a result she was fond of sleeping late, you see. We soon became fast friends, almost inseparable. There were times though, when she would get very overbearing, but luckily that wasn’t often, as those were the times when she would make me crazy, but I loved her anyway.
God in Heaven, there was one such time, when she crawled in my bed at night. A sweet summer rain was falling, the kind that is cool and chases away the stifling heat. We lay in each other’s arms, our fingers entwined and the room still as Church mice, with no sound other than the beating of our heats and our soft breaths. Carmilla brushed her lips against my cheek, whispering good night to me and as I turned my head to do the same, our lips met. My heart pounded in my ears as we kissed and butterflies danced in my stomach. When she let go of my hand and fondled my breast, as my nipple hardened under her deft touch through the thin cotton of my nightgown, my breath quickened and much to my dismay, I let out a low moan.
I remembered she giggled as she nuzzled my cheek and I felt powerless to stop her advances. Confused, I didn’t know if this was right, her gentle touches, but if it was wrong, and oh God a part of me felt it was, but I also felt that I didn’t want to be right. Feather light and oh so heated, she trailed her hand lower and lower, making me shiver. She bunched up my nightgown as she went and I felt so wanton when I let her. Moving my hips, she pushed the thin cotton material higher and higher, exposing my nakedness for all to see, under the cover of darkness. I moaned when she touched me there, her cold fingers as soft as petals as she stroked my curls. Closing my eyes, I let myself get washed away by sensations I have never chanced to feel before, sensations that flitted from pleasure to shame and then back again. When I opened my legs, she touched me there, her slim, delicate fingers probing the depths of my velvety folds. And as she plumbed the depths of my aching core, my dear Carmilla leaned in and kissed my breast. I nearly fainted when she kissed it, nibbling and sucking, oh my God in Heaven above, I felt like a whore. I moaned her name into night. As I feel a sleep in her arms, I dreamt of black cat that suckled from me like a baby as I held it close and stroked the inky blackness of her fur.
When I awoke the next morning she was gone, leaving my bed empty and my nightgown twisted about my hips. I could feel my cheeks heating up as I recalled what we did last night uncover of darkness. And as much as it shamed me, I yearned for more. So much more, that I trailed my hands down my body, trying to recapture her delicate touch upon my skin and when I teased my curls, lightly stroking myself the way she had done last night. I grew more and more wanton, until I could not take it anymore, the dampness on my fingertips spurring me on. I touched myself, rubbing the sensitive area, and I cried out in the half light of morning, “Carmilla… oh please… Carmilla.” My breath hitching, I rubbed until a felt a blissful release. Ashamed, I hurriedly pulled my nightgown down, covering my nakedness, and with a sad sigh, I lay there waiting to face the day and counting the minutes until my dear friend awoke and we could spend the day together, her cool slim hand in mine as we walked the castle grounds. And if she should steal a kiss… it would be Heaven on Earth, for even though I know it is wrong, I have fallen under her spell and have fallen in love with my dearest Carmilla…
