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What Time Is It? lauronica_mars

Years had passed since the events at Silas University. Since the mansion and the unforgeable encounter with Elle and the bunch of restless spirits. Thankfully, since the destruction of the left over eggs from the Angler Fish God life had finally become normal. Well, normal in the world of Carmilla and Laura wasn’t your usual definition. Carmilla was a vampire and finally had her PHD in philosophy. LaF and Perry’s business had exploded and grown to chains all across the world. They even bought an apartment near Laura and Carm’s for when they were in town and could visit. Carm swore Laura pretty much spoke to them every day anyway. Her and her friends were inseparable at times. At first Carm found that annoying but over the years she’d come to respect how there for one another they were. Sometimes it even reminded Carm of a time her and Mattie were so close.

She got back to the apartment before Laura. This time carrying another box of colourful fan mail, thankfully smaller than the one from yesterday. Laura’s reporting had finally paid off and after her blog and videos exploded over the internet a lot of people stepped forward with strange or supernatural occurrences around the world. It meant the two of them got to travel, help people which Laura loved to do and her reporting was as popular than ever. Even Carm got fan mail which weirded her out from time to time. At least in all this between them, LaF and Perry none of the small success had gone to their heads.

After placing the box on the kitchen counter Carm poured herself a glass of synthetic blood. LaF and Perry supplied them free of charge which was another thing Carm could never complain about. She took a sip standing in front of the five year plan board which was now mounted on the living room wall. The laptop was still out from some recording Laura had done in the morning. Carm pulled her long now straight hair back and into a high ponytail collapsed on the couch. The clock read 23:06. By vampire time this was way too early to be up.

There was a groan followed by a blanket being pulled down over her. Her hand only escaped to turn on the TV to the horror channel. Obviously Carm’s favorite.

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Ell narrowed her eyes as Laura moaned into Carmilla's mouth and melted between the two vampires, turning both of them on. And looking into Carmilla's eyes but replying to both with a breathy moan of "Yours". And smiled warmly a second later when Laura twisted and both vampires were thrown flat on their backs, Laura taking advantage of neither vampire weighing any more than she did and Calla's grip on her arm being a surer grip than any she could have.

Ell's voice was soft but claimed the silence before Laura had a chance. "Enough." It was time to take centre stage, remaining sitting to show she was the one with actual control. Her double was clearly both just as distractible and just as determined as she was, and Elle had long found that she could never have enough allies or enough knowledge. And there would be benefits; she had no doubt that Carmilla would be as turned on by a version of her that could bounce her off all four walls and the ceiling as Mircalla would be by an ingénue version of her with a heartbeat. "I'm sure the two of you didn't violate a host of physical laws just for a foursome."

Laura blushed. "No. Carmilla tried to turn me? And I ended up like this?" She smiled at both her hosts, then let her fangs out before wincing and retracting them, a trickle of blood running down the right hand side of her lower lip where she'd nicked herself. "I asked the Library where to find out more and it sent us here?"

Both Carmilla and Mircalla didn’t expect that how strong Laura was to flip them on their bags so fast. She twisted effortlessly and next thing they knew both were looking up from floor. Mircalla with a mix of curiosity in her expression. There was no way a human could have done that to one of them let alone two. She looked at Carmilla expecting some sort of explanation when Ell spoke. It made her grumpy she didn’t get to play but Mircalla like a lioness being called, listened to her love and her alone so when she got her feet she walked over to Ell placed herself just behind her.

Carmilla got up a few seconds after her double but went to her Laura. Both parties stood like reflections in a mirror be it all but small changes to their appearance. As Laura explained a wash of guilt flooded over her, clearly wondering if her double would be thinking what she was.

After Laura had finished Carm stood by her side but spoke to Ell, “If there’s one person who would know what happened it would have been Mother.” She dropped her gaze to the floor. “Laura had just proposed and I did this to her. She should have been a vampire…” What worried her was the lack of knowing what damage she might have done to Laura.

Mircalla glanced at the rings on her and Ells fingers and then looked to Laura and Carm’s. “Well, well, just proposed.” She smirked and moved to sit on the edge of Ell’s desk. “So young.”

Carm was curious how much older these versions of them were but couldn’t bring herself to ask. “If Mother is dead then we need to go. There’s nothing you could know that we don’t already.”

Had Laura known Mircalla's thoughts she'd have pointed out she could have done that to a pair of zetas if she had to - and for all vampires were much stronger and faster than humans at no point had she tried to pit her strength against theirs, merely her strength against their weight and balance. But instead she needed to interrupt her girlfriend. "Carm, the library sent us here. And you can't deny that they know far more about us, our relationship, and what sort of vampire I'd make than your mother did." Laura shrugged. "Besides. Your mother was old and knowledgeable. But I saw her for months pretending to be Perry. She didn't really understand anything actually new as other than magic or a tool."

Ell picked up. "So it sent you here. To us, where we have a university and might be able to help you out. I do however have a question for you, Carmilla." She looked straight at the vampire and almost came into focus, gesturing with her hands in a way that made her look as if she had as little reserve as Laura. "Are you out of your mind? Going to your sire for help? The one person who could turn you into her tool with little effort. The person who abused you for over a century and locked you in a literal iron maiden under a slaughterhouse, planning to never let you free?"

Laura interrupted. "Coffin filled with blood"

"Locked you in a coffin filled with blood then." Ell shrugged. That was a mere detail and they knew it. "Carmilla, no matter what you did to Laura, and she looks and smells fine to me, there is nothing you could have done that would have hurt her more than giving yourself to your sire for her. Especially if you didn't need to.

She was about to answer when Mircalla took her place. Arms folded she started at her younger version like she could see straight through her. Her tone was low as tried to think about what she would do in that position and piece it all together. “You thought that you could find a time or universe when you and mother were close. That way she could open up any information she had.”

Carmilla nodded. “I…we…were her favourite for over two hundred years. I know if I went back to that time or if I found a universe where she was alive, I could find something out.” It was a loose idea but she didn’t know what was happening to Laura and their doubles had been there for days, holding her body and waiting for her to wake up. Not to mention the shock of how she was when she finally did. The thought of losing her wasn’t an option.

Which is why when Ell asked her what she was thinking in exactly the same tone Laura did before they argued, she instantly got her back up. “And what I was thinking? I was thinking that Laura deserves to know what she is!” She looked at her double for agreement but to her surprise Mircalla didn’t back her up. She watched her unfold her arms and rest one behind Ell’s back.

“But you’re right.” Carm turned to look at Laura. “The library bought us here for a reason. We’ve just got to figure out what that is.”

Laura cut in to give Carm a hug and light kiss. "I'm Laura. That's the most important thing. And I'm yours and you're mine. If necessary we'll work out all we can and all we need to. Better than going to your mother. And what that reason is?" She shrugged. "This might be the nicest version of Silas we're going to find. And the one with the most friendly Dean. So it's a good place to look."

Ell smiled. "And speaking of the most friendly Dean I'd like to coordinate your movements. Nothing throws people off like being in two places at once. And perhaps I can use you as a fake clone to get those assassins or even that industrial espionage team onto the wrong track. Of course we'd be more than happy to help find out what we can about you."

For the first time since Laura woke, Carm felt relaxed. She listened to her girlfriend feeling less riddled with guilt with each passing second as she was still her and that was the most important thing. After the light kiss Carm bit playfully bit her own lip, breaking into a sly smile. “Well, I guess if you’re okay then I am.” She ignored the fact their doubles were watching them closely and kept her attention on Laura. “Okay I admit it would be good to check this place out. We’re here for a reason I’m sure.”

That’s when Ell mentioned assassins and suddenly Carmilla was back in the room. “You want to use us as assassin bait in exchange for helping us? Why do you have assassins here?” Something didn’t feel right. Carm wondered if the two of them were hiding something from her and Laura. It was a fleeting suspicion but why would assassins or even espionage teams be on the campus? This topped with the fact that students were scared enough to keep away from the two of them made her curious.

“You want to use us as bait?” Carmilla walked over and leant on the desk. Arms at the edge she looked at Elle with curiosity. “Why are students scared of us? More you then her.” Carm nodded towards Mircalla when she said her.

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"Why are students scared of their Dean?" Ell smiled. "Because I'm the Dean of Students and when I don't want something to happen again it doesn't. Two weeks ago there were roofies at a Zeta party. In reply the Zetas were wearing dresses for a week and they expelled the culprit themselves. A month and a half ago the Alchemy Club released genetically modified magic mushrooms. They spent the next week high."

Ell shrugged. "We have right here one of the safest campuses in Europe. The Summer Society has almost given up looking for people to protect round here. And if that means everyone is on their best behaviour round me, and knows to run when I'm on the warpath so be it."

"And no you aren't bait. You're confusion. There's a difference. I'd rather the remnants of Corvae Corporation or the two Lophiformes cults I've banned from Silas attacked me than Laura. And if I thought they had a team here I'd be tearing the place apart. But I'd be a fool not to realise they had agents here. And the more I can confuse them the better."

Laura was confused. "Two Lophiformed cults."

"Of course. One wants to sacrifice people to appease it and the other wants to attack it with rocket launchers and tank guns to kill it."

Carmilla waited for Laura’s reaction on that, fully knowing what to expect. If it meant helping people she was there and if a double of herself needed help on the campus Carm expected Laura wouldn’t turn that down. Helping people was part of who she was after all. That and finding the truth which meant staying here until both of them found what they were meant to.

“Fine. I’ll agree to help you if you help us.” She left standing in front of Ell to head to Laura. “Where do you want us to go?” She thought it would be best if the two of them stuck together but somehow Carm had a feeling that they might have a to separate for a time.

“Two Laphiformed cults. Now I’ve heard of everything.” She sighed. “When do we start?”

"There were nine at last count. And I thought I had some ridiculous causes." Ell's tone was wry. "But although I know what I'll want you to do I'll still need to plan the whole thing out. Calla, could you show them around. Or find some way to amuse yourselves while I'm busy planning."

Laura audibly gulped at the thought of being left alone with the two versions of Carmilla, deliberately letting everyone know where her thoughts had wandered to.

"Oh, and Laura? If anything happens to your clothes, Calla can put you in some of mine."

"Thank you, Ell." Laura smiled.

Carmilla, now starting to feel more like herself- wanted to stay behind. She had a ton of questions and alternative history to catch up on. Not to mention the curiosity she had surrounding Ell herself. However, if Ell needed some time to plan Carmilla was sure that they would catch up at another point. So far this day had been more than enough to take in as it is without the addition of more alternative timeline knowledge. She then caught Mircalla’s dark eyes as the both of them heard Laura glup knowing full well that she was pulling the same expression in return.

“As you wish.” Mircalla smirked, now looking at her love like she had just been given an early birthday present. Part of her sad that Ell couldn’t be there to watch her slowly unwrap it. They had been together for long now that even being at her worst, cold and emotionless Ell could read her. Sometimes words weren’t even needed. She gave her that look, the one that said ‘hate it when you work late’ crossed with ‘I love you’ and kicked away from the desk. “Oh I’ve got plenty of things in mind to keep us amused. Right Carmilla?”

It wasn’t every day a situation like this happened. “Right.” Carm agreed. All three of them were now heading out of the office. “And I suppose situations like this don’t happen often so it would be rude not to forget about everything for one night…maybe two.” She noticed Mircalla’s glance back at Ell when the door shut behind them.

“You read my mind.” Mircalla said leading them through the slightly familiar be it somewhat different corridors of the campus. Some of the rooms had changed around. Carm noted how everything was more organised and a lot brighter. There was clearly a Hollis influence going on. She linked arms with her double and whispered something in Mircalla’s ear away from Laura. “I’m not sure she’ll be able to handle that.” Calla deliberately said that out loud.

Towards the back of the campus where the students became few and far between, Ell and Mircalla had their own place. Similar to Carm’s mothers house in design it was a beautiful building that fit distance wise from the rest of the site. Mircalla let them inside. “The two of you can stay with us as long as you need. Our home is your home.”

Carmilla started looking around, picking up various photographs and noting how very ‘like them’ everything inside was like. A whole different universe and they still kept the same taste in furniture. It was nice to see some things don’t change. As Laura stepped in front of the coach Carm came up behind her. “Very us, huh?” She smirked. “Wonder how our older versions decorated the bedroom..”

“Why don’t you go upstairs and find out Laura?” Mircalla chimed in. “I’m sure it won’t disappoint.”

Laura shuddered and let out a moan when Mircalla suggested she couldn't handle something. She wasn't directly going to dare Carmilla or her alternate to bring it on; that would just be foolish. But showing Carmilla how turned on she was was was always a good move even if she was looking around.

Silas looked so much better like this! Laura noticed a lot of her own touches all over the place and things she'd have done. She wasn't sure if it was slightly darker than she'd have made it because Ell was darker than she was or there was only so much you could do to a place.

Looking upstairs as directed, Laura put her hand on what was to her a pretty obvious door not even noticing that it was supposed to be concealed to the point no other visitor had spotted it; Ell had insisted that the playroom remained hidden and locked so no visitors found it accidentally and undermined part of her image. (On the occasions Mircalla had actual prey she took it elsewhere). Looking round her breath caught and her heart jumped. "Well, this room is certainly well equipped." In truth she didn't even know what everything did. "You always sleep here?"

A few minutes was all Mircalla needed to talk to Carmilla. Both of them were close to mirroring one another’s sentences on a suggestion Carm had said earlier. And Mircalla being Mircalla, was more than willing to do anything that would work Laura up. When the plan was settled Carm looked above their heads as she heard Laura exploring the upstairs. Mircalla knew exactly where she was and what she had found. It caused her lips to curve into a smile.

“I didn’t think it would take her long to find our room.” She said, pouring a glass of blood for her and Carmilla.

Carm took the class and started looking around. “How long…”

“Have Ell and I been together? Here?” Mircalla interrupted. “I don’t remember being so predicable” Of course she was teasing. When Carmilla turned to look at her Mircalla rolled her eyes. “A very long time.” She knocked back her drink, placing the glass on the table. “For the record, Ell proposed to me too. Only our engagement night didn’t involve a trip to a different universe.”

Both of them smirked at one another as if a mirror was placed between them and used their speed to find Laura upstairs. While she was looking around, Mircalla and Carmilla entered, both with their long black hair in loose curls pushed down one side. Laura knew how rare it was for Carm to put on a dress, if ever at all but right now the two of them wore symmetrical loosely fitted white dresses. They both looked soft, almost innocent. A complete picture of beauty that was a lure just for Laura.

There was nothing under the dress. Only the soft patter of their bare feet could be heard. One of them moving to the left of the room and the other to the right. Both looking at Laura like she was pray and slowly closing in.

“Think you can tell us apart?” One of them took Laura by the hand and tugged her close. Pulling her into a slow dance. “Three guesses. That’s all you get.” She pun Laura around, landing her into the arms of the other double who took Laura into the same slow dance.

“Get it wrong and you’ll be punished.” She stopped. One of them behind, the other in front. “But get it right and you’ll be rewarded.

Ready to play?”

Laura looked at the pair of them up and down, her mouth going dry as she knew they were putting on the deliberate wolf in sheep's clothing look for her and then stalking her, making her shudder as she realised she was their prey. This promised to be painful and fun.

"Of course I can tell you two apart." Laura smiled. "You're MirMilla." She kissed the vampire dancing with her lightly on the lips just before she was passed over and stole a quick kiss from the other one. "And you're CarCalla."

She shrugged with a teasing smile. "It's not as if I'm doing anything else. But what are the punishments and what are the rewards? And are you going to tell the truth if I get it right?" She was looking straight at Mircalla as she asked, wondering what she would say.

Both vampires spun and danced Laura between them, sometimes kissing her sometimes teasing it but pulling away at the very last moment. It became an addictive game of who could tease her the most. Carmilla often choosing to place the kisses along her jawline, deliberately edging down her neck and to her shoulder. Mircalla taking the other side of her neck, more focused on nipping and making sure she felt Laura’s body react to her.

“We’re not telling you the reward. That’s saved for when you get it right.” Mircalla answered, pulling and spinning off towards one of the tables.

Carmilla made sure she distracted Laura from seeing what her double was doing by kissing her full and hard on the lips. She moaned, both hands coming up into Laura’s hair as she was unable to pull away. It did start as a distraction, just as her and Mircalla planned but the kiss went past lust and spilled out pure love. Perhaps to the point it gave her away. “Looks like you guessed wrong.”, the kiss left her breathless and throbbing. Mircalla watching from the table with devilish smile.

“You know, in old times if you had done something wrong…” While Mircalla was talking, Carmilla took Laura’s hands and led her towards one of posts of the four poster. She kissed her again, enough time to wrap cord around Laura’s wrists together and fasten her to the post. “…you received public lashing.”

Carmilla crawled onto the bed, facing Laura and teasing her with wicked smiles as she ripped apart her clothes, exposing her flesh. There was something so smooth and flawless about her skin that both of them let their eyes fall to their darkest parts of hunger. “First punishment.” Mircalla said aloud and took the crop from the table behind her. She waited for second to tease Laura, giving that element of surprise before spanking across the back side. Each crack, like the sound of a whip getting louder as Mircalla used Carm’s reaction to judge Laura’s level of pain.

Laura felt dizzy as she was passed between the two vampires, but able to tell who was who. Which was nippier and which was nicer. And knowing that Carmilla would always ask.

And she returned the kiss with a moan, completely aware it was Carmilla kissing her breathless and leading her to the whipping post to be bound to it, standing. And able to grind her hips against the post, which she did with a moan before positioning herself so that each stroke of the whip would force her to grind.

And then she whimpered as Carmilla shredded her clothes, leaving her naked between the two vampires, one breast on either side of the pole as her dark eyes looked almost pleadingly at Carmilla although not even slightly wanting this to stop. Even if she knew that the only clothes she'd get from now until they went home would be gifts from their hosts. Laura shuddered at the thoughts, dripping wet, and nipples painfully hard.

And she cried out at the sting of the crop, bucking and twisting when she was hit by the crop when she'd been expecting a flogger; it must be a difference between either Carmilla and Mircalla or herself and Ell. Hit, she wanted to hit back. This wasn't above her pain threshold - just into her instincts.

She barely even thought at the second stroke, twisting again and clutching at the knots which almost appeared to melt under Carmilla's gaze. Certainly they shouldn't behave like that, and Laura's hands were free regardless of the loops of rope that should have held them anyway. Rope and fire were after all amongst the most human things around.

And the rest was pure muscle memory and krav maga; being a martial art designed for the IDF, Krav Maga involves the use of weapons at relatively low levels (especially medium sized sticks or even unloaded rifles) and Laura hadn't learned in a McDojo. Both vampires were caught completely by surprise.

An instant later Laura had taken two steps and the crop was in Laura's hands, the tip of the crop pressed against the hollow at the base of the back of the vampire's skull (which was of course an utterly useless way to hold a bendy riding crop but muscle memory was what it was.)

"Shit! Sorry, Mircalla." Laura blinked. "And what the hell just happened?"

Facing Laura was exactly where Carmilla needed to be. Seeing her love pushed up and exposed against the post made her ache. More than ache, she was already so wet that it verged on writhing and Carm wanted Laura to look her in the eyes and see how much she wanted her.

Toying with the idea of being able to look but not touch she knelt on the bed and started to delicately unbutton her dress. Slowly at first and making sure the swell of her breasts were clearly on show and purposefully in Laura’s line of sight. When she finally reached the bottom button the dress well away revealing Carm to be just as exposed as her love was. She laid back propped up on her elbows ready to watch what was going to happen. Dark eyes cast on Laura’s level of pleasure or pain would be reflected in in how she decided to play with herself.

While Mircalla got the first snap of the crop, enjoying the medium level of pain she cracked in order to explore Laura’s threshold. She became disappointed when she didn’t leave a mark and pouted at Carmilla on the bed, hoping her double would start to play with herself if only to tease Laura further.

That’s when she saw her doppelgangers expression change.

Carm saw the rope melt away and felt the heat emitting form what she presumed was either Laura’s hands or Laura herself. Her expression dropped fast into worry, pushing herself up on the bed now in shock how Laura was able to break free.

The new few seconds for her were a blur.

It was no secret that Laura could fight and hold her own but the moves she used on Mircalla weren’t any that Carm had remembered seeing before. She watched her take down the older version of herself not knowing if Mircalla was holding back or if she was generally trying to best Laura’s strength.

If it wasn’t for the fact Laura had melted the rope Mircalla wouldn’t have been so surprised and Carmilla’s expression spoke volumes. Not even she knew what her Laura was capable of.

Mircalla then grabbed the crop from the back of her head and spin around to grab Laura. Her goal was to pin from behind by using the crop across her throat. “What the hell was that?” Mircalla loved it when Ell fought back so naturally she was going to love Laura doing it too. Only part of her now extremely cautious over Laura’s abilities. “If this some sort of trick…”

Laura could have told Carmilla that strength didn't matter as much as she thought; Laura's sparring partners for Krav Maga had frequently been Kirsch sized and she knew from experience mass mattered as well as strength and Carmilla had no more mass than Laura herself. Also that size and strength both mattered less than technique even if she'd lose to someone with Kirsch's size and strength and only five years of intensive training nine times out of ten in sparring. But, keyed up on adrenaline, she saw Mircalla turn and grab the crop (which wasn't much of a weapon anyway) and dropped and rolled for distance. At this range of course sweeping the vampire's feet out from under her as she rolled away was second nature.

"I don't know?" Laura's hands automatically came up in a guard as she faced Mircalla from the far side of the bed and she forced herself to lower them. "And not a trick, Mircalla. I don't know how I did that? Or even that I could do that? And Carm? You remember how I was after those tentacle monsters from the alchemy club?" Keyed up, but also asking Carmilla to move slowly if she touched her. "That's how I feel right now."

There had been enough versions of themselves that had bounced into this universe. Mircalla and Ell thought they had seen them all. That’s what happens when the library contains energy and a mind of its own. It was also one of the reasons the two of them chose to stay on the campus and monitor it along with Ell becoming the Dean. So when Laura melted the rope and pulled those moves knocking Mircalla down to the ground, she naturally become curious and wanted to know what was going on. Mircalla then went to say something about Ell not being able to do that but before the sentence was finished Laura had taken her by surprised and knocked her on her back.

From the second Laura had turned on Mircalla, Carmilla couldn’t stop watching. She was a little in shock over what was happening but for the most part incredibly aroused. Carm had let her fingers cover her lips when Laura took the crop from Mircalla, an attempt to stop herself from laughing. And just as she thought she couldn’t enjoy this anymore, Laura swept Mircalla down.

That hit home and Carm didn’t realise she was that turned on that she had bitten her own bottom lip and let blood fill her mouth.

She snapped out a trance as soon as Laura spoke. Carm could hear the honesty in Laura’s tone and quickly got up off the bed. She ignored Mircalla who was now trying to get up and slowly walked towards Laura. “Laura, it’s okay.”, Carm said softly not only closing the gap between them but clearly revealing she was Carmilla. Not that Laura didn’t probably already know that.

When she got close enough to let her fingers lightly trace up both of Laura’s arms, Carmilla fully closed the gap between them and gave Laura the most reassuring kiss she could. One of her hands crept up slowly into Laura’s hair as she held her against her. “I don’t know where that came from Hollis but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy it.” Carm smiled, trying to distract Laura and calm down whatever was happening. The was a big step considering this morning Carm had worried something was wrong with her.

“How long has she had these abilities?” Mircalla mumbled and nursed the back of her head while Carm ignored the question.

"Abilities?" Laura glared even as she relaxed against Carmilla. "The only thing I did that I haven't been able to do longer than I've known Carmilla is escape her ties. The rest is simply intermediate Krav Maga, and I've been practicing that since I was eight. Without any breaks or dislocations and not in a McDojo. Ell, I guess, as that much older learned Taekwondo instead?" She was rewarded with a minor nod from Mircala. "Not a bad choice, and if Ell wants to kick Kirsch in the head she's going to be better at it than I am, but Krav Maga was literally designed for battlefield conditions and I used a rifle disar. The rest of it is just leverage and that strong as you are the top joint of your finger isn't stronger than my bicep. And that you're no heavier than I am so you aren't harder to knock down if you're not expecting it."

She smiled, her posture changing, and gaining a little confidence. "If you'd like, Mircala, I can show you exactly what happened in slow motion. With either you or Carmilla as the demonstration model. And all human techniques. Other than escaping from Carmilla tying me up of course?"

When she relaxed Carm instinctively rested her head against Laura’s. Instead of playing with her hair she let her hand slip down her back all the way to her loves backside and gave a squeeze. The fact they were both naked didn’t help. Carmilla struggled to keep concentration at the best of times let alone when Laura had her clothes off.

“Ready for round two Mircalla?” Carm turned to look at her doubles unimpressed expression. She wondered if Laura knew how much this was getting to her.

Mircalla laughed. “Aright, I’ll play along cupcake for the sake of demonstration but don’t think I’m finished with you. You’re owed a punishment.”. She walked over to Laura and allowed her to demonstrate anything she needed to, amused at the fact she knew this was getting to Carmilla.

Laura jumped and smiled at the squeeze and then turned her back on Mircalla. "You've got the crop? Held lightly, as if you mean to use it. Because this is adapted from a technique intended to disarm people holding rifles."

She paused. "If I step here and twist like this, one hand above yours and one below it's only the top joint of your little finger holding the crop. I then twist between your fingers and your hand, round your thumb."

She smiled as she continued the motion. "And if this had been a rifle when I did this it would be the barrel of your gun to the base of your skull. All in less time than it takes me to take two steps." Thus the really odd way of holding the crop.

"And tripping you's easy. Push in your axis and it's impossible. Push at ninety degrees and you're still strong. Push up a little and you're no heavier than I am so you go off your feet." And with that Mircalla once again was flying through the air.

Carmilla laughed, loving every second of the show. On top of having Laura put Mircalla on her back for the second time, it was also enticing to hear what she had learnt. Creativity and intelligence were qualities she loved. Laura without a doubt had both.

“Can we not keep knocking me to the floor?” Mircalla growled. Laura was becoming confident. A quality that she loved in Ell. Maybe they weren’t that different after all. “So I hit you with a crop and you decide to go all ninja on me? Well that’s a new one sweetheart.” She walked to the cabinet not far from the bed and opened the doors to fix herself a drink. Vampire metabolism meant her sips might as well be mouthfuls of water which was apparent on the amount Mircalla just poured into a glass.

Carm barely heard Mircalla in the background. Once Laura had finished with the demonstration she took Laura in her arms and kissed hungrily and extremely fuelled by lust. Only when it ended did Carm’s teeth tugged on Laura’s earlobe. “You know I like it when you take control.”

Mircalla started to watch the two of them over the rim of her glass. When she sat on the edge of the bed, still with the white dress on she looked so innocent that if Ell walked in she probably wouldn’t recognise her. “I have an idea.

Laura, come here.”

Laura lost herself in the kiss, moaning into Carmilla's mouth but was still keyed up enough to whisper back loud enough for both vampires to hear "I know you do." And with that Carmilla was looking at the ceiling with Laura's foot on her chest.

"And the crop makes me fighty." Laura frowned. "That's why I don't want you to use crops on me Carm. Because that's how I react to them. I want to hit back and I don't want to hit you. Not that I mind hitting Mircalla."

She smiled, looking her most innocent. "As you wish, Mircalla." And she walked towards her.

There was that confidence again. The confidence Laura gave that not only worked up both of the vampires, it also fired them up. Carmilla more so as she didn’t expect to be knocked to the floor. She wanted to argue that the kiss made her drop her defences but couldn’t get words past her smile.

That smile soon faded when Laura answered Mircalla’s question by talking to her. “I didn’t use the...” Carm’s sentence stopped when Laura said she didn’t mind hitting Mircalla. Her expression showing a flash of anger before going blank.

Mircalla waited till Laura was close enough for her to reach out and grab. No speed or tricks, she simply pulled Laura to gently straddle her. “Show me some other moves? She purposefully pleaded, looking the most innocent Mircalla ever could. Both of her hands slid down and gripped Laura’s backside, keeping her close. “Please?”

"Oh for crying out loud." Laura pulled Mircalla's hands off her ass. "Would you two stop fetishising my ability to protect myself?" She twisted, half standing and half arching backwards so Mircalla's leg passed over her, and Mircalla was falling to the floor. "It's not as bad as the number of people I've scared."

And Mircalla was face down, right arm twisted and outstretched to the side with her hand being bent forward over the inside her wrist. "If you were human the only way out of that would be to dislocate your wrist. But being you you might be able to get enough leverage with your hips to lift that right shoulder. Or you can roll over and dislocate it."

Or she could literally dig holes into the floor with the fingers of her free hand to pull herself away from Laura, teleport, or change into a panther although that might get unpleasant. "This hold is mostly used in Aikido because it's cooperative or Krav Maga because it leaves you with a free hand."

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