The sound of loud steps echoed through the hallway in the otherwise silent house.

"Shhh, be quiet Laura." Carmilla hissed.

"Oh, I'm sorry I'm not a freaking cat in the form of a human like you are Carmilla." Laura retorted.

"Judging by your size, I thought that you could at least walk like a Hobbit."

Laura smacked Carmilla's arm at that.

"Ouch, that hurt."

"You're like an inch taller than me."

"I'm still taller, Creampuff." Carmilla smirked but stopped abruptly when there was a noise at the end of the corridor.

They looked at each other, eyes wide, breathing fast and trying not to move a muscle or make any sound. After a minute of silence, Carmilla gestured for Laura to follow her. They moved closer to each other now, trying not to disturb the quiet of the night. Every now and then one of them would step in the wrong place and the floorboards would creak under their weight. Whenever this happened they stopped and cautiously waited for any signs that they might have been heard. When no lights were turned on and their names weren't called, they started moving again, being as careful as possible to avoid giving any more clues that they were up and about.

When they reached the door after ten excruciating minutes of a slow walk, Laura moved in front of Carmilla and unlocked it as quietly as she could. She opened it just a crack and then a little bit more, stopping before the point where she knew that the door would squeak. She passed through the opening carefully and waited for Carmilla to pass before closing and locking it. It was late and the night was very dark, but the full moon gave them just enough light to see where they were going. They crossed the backyard as quickly as possible without making too much noise. When they got to the fence separating the house from the forest behind, Carmilla expertly climbed it and jumped to the other side. Before she could turn around to help Laura, she heard the tiny girl string together so many of her Harry Potter related swear words that she couldn't help but laugh.

"What happened, Sweetpie?" She asked approaching Laura who seemed to be stuck halfway through jumping the fence.

"My shirt got stuck on something." She said, twisting her body to try and see what had caught her shirt.

"Let me." The singer said, putting her hands on Laura's leg in a sign for her to calm down and let her help.

Laura's shirt had gotten stuck on a nail that was sticking out. The singer carefully untangled it to avoid tearing the shirt. When she was free, the honey blonde girl finished jumping to the other side and turned on the flashlight they had brought to light their way through the forest.

They walked side by side now, Carmilla taking the branches of trees out of their way while Laura used the flashlight to find the trail she had walked so many times before.

"Did you bring the bear spray?" Carmilla asked with a laugh.

Laura rolled her eyes, but couldn't keep herself from laughing too.

Fifteen minutes later they came out on the other side of the forest, close to the edges of a beautiful lake. Laura looked around apprehensively while Carmilla walked ahead. After ascertain that there was no one around, that she could see, the tiny girl followed her girlfriend.

"I can't believe I let you talk me into this." She said approaching Carmilla.

She turned off the flashlight so it wouldn't attract any eyes to them in case someone came wandering to the lake this late at night too.

"A bet is a bet, Cupcake, and I won fair and square."

"Not entirely fair and square since you didn't tell me you used to play SkySlam Madness every weekend with Will when you were younger." She pouted.

"You used to play it a lot too, as you said yourself. So, it was still fair and square." Carmilla replied smirking at the pouting girl. "Come on, let's do this. It'll be fun, you'll see."

Carmilla put the backpack they had brought with towels and robes on the floor and started taking off her shoes.

"Carm, wait." Laura said, putting her hands on Carmilla's arms to stop her. "What if someone decides to come to lake too?"

"Then we stay quiet so they don't see us. It's dark, someone would have to be looking for us to be able to see. But if someone does see us, then we run, Creampuff."

"Naked?" Laura squeaked.

"Unless you prefer to stop for clothes, which would defeat the purpose of running, then yes, naked."

Laura's face was so horrified that Carmilla couldn't stop herself from laughing, which made her girlfriend's expression change to offended pretty fast. The singer tenderly held the honey blonde's face in her hands and spoke to her softly.

"Look Laura, no one is going to see us ok? We're the only ones here and I seriously doubt someone else will have the same idea as us at this time of the night. I firmly believe we are not going to get caught, but if you don't want to do this, it's okay. We don't need to go through with it. We can go back to your dad's place if you want."

Laura's eyes softened at that. Even though she had her misgivings about this adventure, she could never deny Carmilla something she clearly wanted so much. Besides, what's the worst that could happen? Someone could run into them and see them naked, so what? It's not like it would be a paparazzo that would publish photos of their naked glory on the internet. Nope, that's not happening here.

"We're doing this. I won't back away from this challenge. Besides, you did win the bet." She said, smiling.

"Great. Let's go then." Carmilla said proceeding to take off her clothes. When she was down to her underwear she looked up at Laura and smiled. Moving sultrily towards her, the singer put her fingers under the other girl's chin and closed her mouth.

"Less gawking, more taking your clothes off, Creampuff." She said in a husky voice that got Laura to take her clothes off faster than she could say Hufflepuff.

For a few moments, all they did was admire one another in the soft glow of the moon. Each girl was so focused on the other that they didn't notice the loving glance they were receiving.

"You're beautiful, Laura." Carmilla whispered, running her hands through Laura's hair.

Laura shook her head smiling.

"No, you're beautiful, Carm."

Carmilla pulled Laura closer and kissed her slowly, exploring every inch of her mouth with her tongue. She kept her hands on Laura's back, she would let further exploring for when they were in the water.

"Ready?" She asked, breaking the kiss.

"As ready as I'll ever be." Laura answered taking a deep breath and look around one last time to make sure they were alone. "The water is probably freezing so it will be better if we just jump right in and get this over with."

"Alright, let's run for it then." The singer said, taking Laura's hand in hers and starting to run towards the water.

Both girls closed their eyes when their feet finally made contact with the cold water, but they kept going until it was safe to dive. They came back to the surface of the lake sputtering, the cold water making it hard to breathe properly.

"Ho-holy Huffl-ffl-puf." Laura said. "It-t's cold, Ca-arm." Laura stammered.

"I-I kn-now." Carmilla answered, her teeth chattering.

It took them a few minutes to get used to the temperature of the water, but once they stopped trembling so much they forgot about the cold and the risk of being caught and just enjoyed themselves. Laura insisted that they should have a race, which she won, to Carmilla's dismay. They played around like two kids on a waterpark for the first time. Seeing Carmilla have so much fun and laugh so freely made Laura's heart soar. Nothing mattered for her at that moment besides the laughing girl she was currently skinny-dipping with.

"What?" Carmilla asked approaching her.

"What what?"

"You have a funny look on your face, where did you go?" The singer said, moving them to a part of the lake where only their heads were above the water but their feet could touch the ground.

"I didn't go anywhere. I'm right here with you." Laura replied, bringing Carmilla in for a quick kiss. "I love you."

The dark haired girl pulled her back in for another kiss and another and another. Soon their hands began to wander all over each others bodies.

"Now we are getting where I wanted." Carmilla smirked before moving to place hard, open-mouthed kisses on Laura's neck and allowing her hands to do the further exploring she had denied them before.

Laura hummed in approval, letting her own hands slide down Carmilla's body.

"You know, Carm." She whispered. "This wasn't such a bad idea after all."

Carmilla let her right hand slip down Laura's abs.

"I knew I could make you enjoy it, love." She murmured, but Laura was beyond saying anything else at the moment.

They had been in the water for a couple of hours now and as enjoyable as the experience had been, Laura was starting to freeze again.

"Carm, we should go before we turn into popsicles, I'm starting to lose the feeling in my legs." Laura said.

"You're right, it's too cold to stay here any longer."

Just as Carmilla said those words they heard it. The incredibly loud noise of running feet and drunk screams. They jumped in place and the Carmilla acted quickly to cover Laura's mouth before the scream she saw coming could leave the tiny girl's throat.

"Shhh, stay quiet."

They looked out in the direction the noise was coming from and soon they saw a bunch of drunk teenagers running naked in the direction of the lake. They were close enough that the girls could see them clearly in the moonlight.

"We have to run." Carmilla said taking her hands off Laura's mouth.

"Are you crazy Carm? They are going to see us."

Just as she finished saying these words they heard the splash of large bodies hitting the water.

"Now." The singer said, pulling Laura with her in the direction of their things.

The two girls ran out of the lake and just as Carmilla picked a robe from their backpack and handed it to Laura, they were spotted by the group of teenagers.

"Hey." One of them shouted. "Who are you?"

"Come join us, beautiful." Another one screamed and laughed.

Carmilla and Laura quickly put on their robes and their shoes and started running. They didn't stop until they were in the middle of the trees, far away enough from the lake that they couldn't hear the shouts and cat callings that had followed their hasty exit. Laura stopped and reclined against a tree holding her aching ribs.

"I can't believe that just happened." She said, breathing hard.

That was enough to get Carmilla cackling and she followed soon. They just stood there, in their robes and shoes, hair dripping and laughing uncontrollably.

"Come on, Cupcake. We better get back to your dad's place before we get a cold." The singer said when they calmed down.

The way back was a lot harder because they didn't have the flashlight to help since they left it behind when they fled the naked teenagers.

"That image is burned in my mind, I'm traumatized."

"Serves you right, it was your idea after all."

"How was I supposed to know that a bunch of idiotic teenagers would come running from the trees completely naked? But your face when you saw them, Creampuff, was priceless."

"Laugh all you want, it was not my naked butt they got a flash of." She said smugly, making Carmilla groan.

"That's what I get for being a gentlewoman and making sure you were covered before I covered myself."

They both started laughing again at that. When they got back to the fence separating the Hollis residence from the forest, Carmilla helped Laura to jump it before following her. They were, once again, moving very quietly. They had already faced naked teenagers on this adventure, they didn't need Laura's dad to see them too. They managed to get inside the house without making a noise, slowly they started walking towards the stairs. The house was completely silent and both girls were relieved that they had managed to play truant without being caught.

Without warning the lights of the living room were on and both girls blinked at the sudden glare.

"Can you two explain exactly where you were at this time of the night dressed like that, young ladies?" Laura's dad said from behind them.

Laura and Carmilla turned slowly to face him. Sherman Hollis was standing in the middle of the room, his arms crossed over his chest and a very serious expression on his face.

"Dad…" Laura started to say, but Carmilla shook her head and moved forward standing in front of Laura.

"It's my fault, sir. I was the one who convinced Laura to go out. She didn't want to do it, but I insisted."

He raised his eyebrows unimpressed with the explanation and fixed his hard gaze on Carmilla, who began to squirm under the scrutiny.

"No, no, no. It isn't Carm's fault Dad. I was on board with this from the beginning. She didn't make me do anything I didn't want to."

Sherman directed his eyes to his daughter who had come to stand beside her girlfriend and was now holding her hand.

The silence stretched for a while, both girl internally panicking, they would have preferred it if Sherman was shouting at them. He uncrossed his arms and opened his mouth, Laura and Carmilla winced, preparing for the scolding, but what came out of Sherman's mouth was a boisterous laughter. The girls looked at each other confused. That was not what they were expecting.

"Your faces… you had to see your faces." Sherman said in between peals of laughter.

Carmilla began to relax, it seemed like he wasn't going to assume the over-protective father stance and tell her to stay away from his daughter. Not that she would have obeyed but she wanted to stay on his good side because she really liked him and because she knew that it was important for Laura.

"Am I correct to conclude that you went skinny-dipping at the lake?" He asked them once he managed to control his laughter.

Still too stunned to speak, Laura just nodded her head.

"Did you go all the way to the lake only wearing robes and shoes?"

"Hum, no." Carmilla said, not meeting his eyes. "We had an unfortunate encounter that precipitated our retreat a bit faster than we planned."

This only brought on a new round of laughter from Laura's dad.

"Well, make sure to go back there in the morning and gather the evidence, ok?" He said. "Now, go take a shower and put on something warm before you both get sick."

"Yes, sir."

"Wait." Laura said at the same time. "You're not mad?"

"No, pumpkin. I'm not mad. Your mom and I used to do this a lot before we had you. I can understand the appeal of that lake for young lovers." He wiggled his eyebrows.

Laura's eyes widened.

"Ugh, Dad. Too much information."

"Go on now, I don't want two sick girls on my hands tomorrow."

Laura and Carmilla turned and started to ascend the stars. Once they were halfway up, Sherman called them.

"Oh, Laura and Carmilla." They turned to look at him. "Did you at least take a bear spray?"

They all laughed a good five minutes after that.

Laura and Carmilla had been staying in Sherman's house since the Tuesday following Mattie's disclosure about Ell's modeling agency. This was the first place they could think of to escape the renewed attention of the media. Apparently, the gossip mongers of the city were very interested on how Ell's return would affect the relationship between the singer and the journalist. Once again, Betty told Laura to work from home to avoid the constant presence of competition at the door of the newspaper's building. Carmilla put the final touches of the post-production of her album on JP's hand and drove with Laura to her father's place, they had promised a visit after all.

During the week they had been following the gossip articles about Ell popping up not only on the newspapers, but also on the internet. People unearthed old pictures of Carmilla and Ell and were publishing them, comparing to pictures of the singer and Laura and making speculations about the differences between the relationships. For Carmilla, this was a nightmare. She didn't want to be reminded of her time with Ell. She didn't feel anything for the girl anymore and seeing the pictures didn't exactly hurt her, but it made her angry at Ell and at her mother. Laura tried to distract her from this as best she could, which actually worked most of the time.

Sherman had welcomed them at his house with open arms, he would never complain about the chance to spend more time with his daughter. When Carmilla and Laura explained to him the reasons they were seeking refuge with him, he offered to go to the city and have a talk with Ell himself. It took the two girls almost two hours to calm him down and convince him not to interfere.

"You see, Carmilla. If you're dating my daughter then you get under Papa Hollis protection too and I'm not going to let a gold digger hurt either you or Laura." He'd told the singer who had trouble pretending her eyes didn't tear up at that. "Of course, that fishing kit you brought me from Paris also helped you to gain a few points." He laughed.

Laura was very pleased by how well Carmilla and her father were getting along. That was until she came down to the living room one evening after spending the afternoon in her room working on an article for Betty and found them sitting on the the sofa looking over old photo albums. She was sure she was having an aneurysm when she saw the photos her father had just shown Carmilla. Since the incident, the singer couldn't stop stop teasing her about the ladybug costume she had when she was three years old.

Surprisingly, Carmilla came down to the kitchen before Laura did the day after their skinny-dipping adventure.

"Good morning, sir."

"When are you going to stop calling me 'sir', Miss Karnstein?" Sherman said without taking his eyes off the newspaper he was reading.

"When I stop being afraid of you." Carmilla replied with a smirk, making him roll his eyes exactly like his daughter does.

"Where's Laura? I don't think I've ever seen you get to the kitchen before her." He said, putting down the newspaper and accepting the coffee refill the singer was offering him.

"She's still asleep. I thought I'd let her rest a bit more after our adventures last night." Carmilla answered, looking away and blushing.

"Ah yes, that must have been, hum, tiring."

They sat in companionable silence for a little while, Sherman had learned that it was on his best interest to let Carmilla finish at least one cup of coffee in the morning before trying to engage her in conversation.

"Want some pancakes?" Papa Hollis asked when Carmilla got up to get more coffee.

"That would be nice, thanks."

"So, Carmilla," Sherman said as he started to gather the ingredients for their breakfast, "I wanted to ask you something."

"Ok."

"All this mess with your ex is quite complicated from what I've gathered." He started to put the ingredients on the batter. "You'll make sure Laura doesn't get hurt by it, right?"

"Of course, sir. My priority is taking care of her. I don't want to hurt her anymore than you want to see her hurt."

"And if she wanted out?" He said turning around and looking Carmilla in the eyes.

"Out?" She asked confused.

"Yes, out. If this became too much for her and she wanted out?"

"Then, I'd let her go." Carmilla answered, her eyes full of pain at imaging this.

Sherman seemed to be satisfied by this answer and changed the topic of conversation for more mundane things.

Once the pancakes were ready Carmilla went back upstairs to wake Laura. It was weird that her tiny ball of energy was still abed. Laura was still sleeping and when Carmilla touched her face to wake her up she realized the tiny girl was burning up with a fever.

"Hey Laura, wake up sweetheart."

Laura groaned and opened her eyes slowly.

"I don't feel very well, Carm. My throat is hurting."

"I know babe, I think you have caught a cold. You're burning with a fever."

"Ughh, I don't want to be sick." Laura moaned.

"I'll take care of you, don't worry." Carmilla whispered. "Where can I find a thermometer?"

"Bathroom cupboard under the sink."

Carmilla got up to get it and came back to find Laura in the same position. She took Laura's temperature just to make sure it wasn't alarmingly high.

"Stay in bed. I'll bring you some breakfast and something for your fever ok?"

"Uh-huh." The honey blonde murmured.

When she reentered the kitchen, Sherman frowned at seeing her alone.

"Where's Laura?"

"Well, uh, you see, sir," Carmilla stammered, she was afraid what he'd do once she told him she had gotten his daughter sick, "Laura is actually not feeling very well. She's not too bad, but she has a slight fever and maybe a sore throat?"

"I see. I suspect your adventures last night are the reason for this?"

"Yes. I'm really sorry for getting her sick, Mr. Hollis."

Sherman actually chuckled at that, making Carmilla very confused.

"Well kid, you can show how sorry you are by taking care of her. You'll learn that, when she is sick, Laura is grumpier than you before your first cup of coffee in the morning." With that he got up and left an astonished Carmilla behind. Laura, grumpy? As if.

Carmilla wished she had believed Sherman when he said Laura was grumpier than her when she was sick. During the entire day, the tiny girl stayed in bed complaining about being sick. She turned her face to the medicines Carmilla got her. The singer had to bribe her with a Harry Potter marathon to get her to take them. She refused everything Carmilla offered her to eat or drink and wouldn't listen when her girlfriend explained again and again how she needed to eat and hydrate in order to get better. If that wasn't enough, Lura refused to let Carmilla get more than a few feet away from her. If healthy Laura Hollis was a cuddler, sick Laura Hollis was an octopus. Not that Carmilla minded being entangled with Laura, but she really didn't want to get sick too and she was feeling really hot under all the covers Laura had made her put over them because she was feeling cold.

"Sing for me, Carm?" Laura asked her that night.

The journalist had just taken a shower after eating a soup Carmilla had made her under Sherman's supervision. She was a little less grumpy now that her fever was over.

"Alright, what do you want me to sing?"

"Anything, I just want to hear your voice." She murmured.

Carmilla turned off the lights and settled in the bed. Laura immediately put her head on her chest, her arms around her waist and entangled their legs. Carmilla smiled down at her.

"Comfortable?"

"Yeah."

"Ok." Carmilla said clearing her throat before she started singing in a soft voice.

"People tell me there will come a time

When your heart and mine will grow cold

No more staring at the evening sky

Low replaces high when you're old

As long as you're around I'll follow you

You won't ever be alone

As long as you're around I'll follow you

And I will be wherever you go

They say the future is our enemy

Time eventually will set the sun

But I believe in you and you believe in me

How can we ever go wrong?

As long as you're around I'll follow you

You won't ever be alone

As long as you're around I'll follow you

I will be wherever you go

So be patient baby

Hold me close

I hope you understand

You're a beautiful woman

And I'm just a girl

So in the hours of the darkest kind

When it's hard to find who we are

One can stare into the other's eyes

Be each other's light in the dark

As long as you're around I'll follow you

You won't ever be alone

As long as you're around I'll follow you

And I will be wherever you go"

Carmilla thought Laura had fallen asleep in the middle of the song, but as soon as she finished she felt the other girl press closer to her.

"That was so beautiful, Carm. Thank you. I love you, always." And with that she was fast asleep.

"I love you too, Laura." Carmilla said before pulling Laura even closer and falling asleep too.

The next day Laura woke up feeling a little better, but she was still grumpy and wanted to stay in bed with Carmilla. They spent the morning lazing around, but in the afternoon the singer convinced the other girl to move about a little bit and go join her father in the living room. Laura sat on the sofa with a thick wool blanket around her, working on her notebook while her father tried to teach Carmilla how to make origamis.

"No, no, no. You have to fold this part to the other side. Like this." Sherman said, showing the singer the correct way to fold the paper dragon.

"How come you know how to make origamis anyway?" She asked, folding her own dragon the way he had done with his.

"When my wife died I needed something to distract myself and a friend suggested I try learning origamis. I found that it was very therapeutic, it kept my hands and my mind busy and allowed me to spend time with Laura without either of us breaking down." Sherman said, his voice still sad even after so many years.

"I'm sorry sir, I didn't mean to bring up sad memories."

"It's alright kid, don't worry about this."

They stayed like that for a while until Laura broke the silence with a shout, making Carmilla and her dad jump in their seats and throw paper all over the floor.

"That raging bi-bad person." She shouted. "If she thinks she's going to get away with this she's very wrong."

"Who are you talking about Laura?" Her father asked while Carmilla moved to sit beside her on the sofa and take a look at her notebook screen.

"Ell. That's who I'm talking about. She said the most absurd things about Carm." Laura cried indignantly.

"Let me see." Carmilla said, pulling the notebook towards her while Sherman walked behind them so he could read over the singer's shoulder.

"Ell Hall is back and she has a lot to say

By Sarah Jane

Nothing better to launch my brand new website, Sarah Jane Knows, than an interview with the infamous model Ell Hall. But is she really as bad as we were led to believe? I've had a long talk with the ex-girlfriend of out favorite punk start, Carmilla Karnstein, and has promised to take the city by storm.

SJ: Ell, tell us about your return to the modeling scene, we had thought we wouldn't see you again.

EH: Oh no, you couldn't get rid of me that easily. I took some time to refocus on what was really important for me in my life and bring my career back to the place where I wanted it. Now with my own modeling agency I have the freedom to choose what I want to do.

SJ: You mean you couldn't choose before?

EH: Well, not really. There were, hum, other forces influencing me. If you know what I mean.

SJ: I don't know what you mean. What other forces were those?

EH: Oh, you know my ex-girlfriend. She always had to have a say in what I did. She got jealous pretty easily so I couldn't really do any job that wasn't approved by her first.

SJ: You mean Carmilla Karnstein, right?

EH: Yes, who else?

SJ: So, you're telling us that Carmilla is the jealous type and used to control you?

EH: Of course, or do you really believe she is the victim she likes to portray herself as?

SJ: But you did cheat on her, didn't you?

EH: Yes, I did. I won't deny that. However, I only did it because I couldn't take it anymore. I tried breaking up with Carmilla so many times, but she wouldn't accept it. The only way for her to let me go was if I damaged her precious public image.

SJ: You mean then that Carmilla was the one at fault for your break-up and your subsequent career upheaval?

EH: Of course she was. She destroyed my career as revenge.

SJ: What do you think of her relationship with Laura Hollis?

EH: Doomed to fail. Clearly this Hollis girl is too stupid to see it, but Carmilla can love noone but herself. She is a selfish, uncaring person. She will use that project of a journalist for as long as she wants and then toss her aside like she did with me. That wisp of a girl isn't even Carmilla's type, she clearly forgot to grow up, she looks like a child hopped up on too much sugar. I don't know what she did to get into Carmilla's pants, but it won't last."

Carmilla shut the notebook, it would be a waste of time to keep reading that.

"We can't let her get away with that Carm." Laura said.

"I must agree with my daughter. What a disagreeable person this girl is. I may not have known you very long Carmilla, but I know you're exactly the opposite of what she's claiming." Sherman said.

"Thanks Mr. Holl- eh, Sherman." Carmilla said and took a deep breath.

"I'll call Mattie to let her know about this. She'll probably want to take care of it herself."

"You got yourself one of the complicated ones kid." Sherman said once Carmilla had left the room to call her sister.

"She's worthy all the trouble dad." Laura replied, her voice hoarse because of her cold.

"I know that. I think you made a good choice, pumpkin." He ruffled her hair like he used to do when she was a child.

"Thanks dad. I'm really glad you approve of her."

"It's hard not to once you see beyond all the black clothes and punk attitude. She's a really sweet girl."

"No one here is sweet." Carmilla said from the doorway, having listened to the end of their conversation.

"Oh Carm, you really think you can fool us? We Hollises are good at reading people." Laura said.

"That we are." Sherman agreed. "I'll leave you two to talk and go out to pick up some dinner for us. Think you can do Mexican Laura?"

"Yeah, sounds good dad."

Once her father had left, Laura turned to Carmilla who had sat beside her once more.

"What did Mattie say?"

"That she's on it. She didn't even let me speak before she told me to just stay calm and wait. As if I could just stay calm and wait while Ell is out there insulting you as if she even knew anything about you really."

"Of course she's, wait, what?"

"What?" Carmilla asked confused by Laura's confusion.

"You're worried about what she said about me?"

"Of course, what did you think I was worried about?"

"Maybe the fact that she lied about you? Said horrible things about your relationship that aren't true at all?"

"I don't care what she says about me. She's a lying bitch and her mask will fall sooner or later. But I won't let her mess with my girl."

Laura beamed at her.

"My dad is right. You are the sweetest girlfriend ever. I chose very, very well." She said, pulling Carmilla in for a kiss.

"Cupcake," Carmilla said against her lips, "You'll give me a cold."

"Don't worry, I'll make sure to take proper care if you." The tiny girl replied pulling her girlfriend back in for another kiss.

The song Carmilla sings to Laura in this chapter is "I'll Follow You" by Jon McLaughlin