"Are you sure that's going to fit there?"
"I mean, we got it in the door so it has to fit."
"Yeah but, what if we turn it-"
"I don't think angling it is a good idea because then the tv-"
"Oh. Yeah. Yeah, you're right."
Danny and Carmilla turn from staring at the empty space where their couch will go to find Danny's father, Derek, still holding the couch.
"Oh! Sorry, dad!" Danny exclaims, moving to help him with it.
Carmilla directs them over to where they decided the couch should go and stands back as Danny and her father slide it into place.
"There. How's that?" He asks, adjusting his glasses.
Danny looks over at Carmilla and smiles.
"Perfect." They both say in unison.
"I still don't understand why you wanted to bring this old thing." Derek says, gesturing to the dinosaur rug he's carrying.
"Sentimental reasons." Danny replies, grinning.
"And you're okay with this?" He asks, looking back at Carmilla.
"Oh yeah." She says, peeking around the stack of boxes she's carrying.
He hums to himself and continues to follow Danny up the stairs.
"Where do these boxes go?" Beatrice asks, gesturing to the two cardboard boxes sitting in the floor.
"Well, they have the word 'bedroom' written on them." Derek replies, grinning. Beatrice punches his arm.
"Was I talking to you?"
"I'll get them." Carmilla says, trying to hold in her laugh.
She grabs one of the boxes and ducks into the bedroom. Danny's kneeling on their bed trying to hang the sailboat painting above it.
"It's a little crooked." Carmilla jokes, setting the box down.
"Fuck." Danny mutters.
"Babe, I'm kidding." Carmilla says, walking over and crawling onto the bed behind Danny. "It looks fine."
"You sure?" Danny asks, not taking her eyes off the painting.
Carmilla leans forward and drapes her arms over Danny's shoulders before kissing her cheek.
"Good. It's my favorite so I want it to be perfect." Danny says.
"Your favorite, huh?" Carmilla teases, squeezing her.
"A painting of my favorite book done by my girlfriend to tell me she loves me? Yeah, it's definitely my favorite." Danny replies, turning to look at Carmilla.
"You're such a sap." Carmilla teases, lightly shoving at Danny's head.
"You love it." Danny replies, grinning.
"I love you so I guess I'm stuck with the sappiness." Carmilla says, grinning back.
Danny leans in and kisses her over and over, stopping only when she hears a loud thud and her mother swearing in Spanish.
"Are you sure you two are going to be okay tonight? You don't need us to stay?" Beatrice asks, leaning against the side of the couch.
"No, ma, we'll be fine." Danny replies.
"We're all settled." Carmilla says.
"But are you sure you don't need us to help you finish unpacking?" Beatrice asks.
"Honey, I'm sure they don't need help opening boxes." Derek says, shaking his head. "Plus, we need to leave now. We've got a long drive back home."
"We'll be okay, I promise." Danny assures her.
"Come here, you." Beatrice says, reaching for Danny's face and gently tugging her down so she can kiss her on both cheeks.
Danny pulls her into a hug and tries to ignore the sudden wave of emotion washing over her. This was really happening. She and Carmilla were really in Washington DC. Hours away from home and their friends. Hours away from her parents. She tightens her grip.
"Te quiero." Beatrice whispers as Danny finally lets go.
"Te quiero." Danny repeats.
"And you!" Beatrice exclaims, pointing over at Carmilla who had been slowly backing toward the hallway. She freezes.
Beatrice walks over and pulls Carmilla into a hug. She whispers something in her ear and Carmilla nods. She pulls away and steps back, obviously holding back tears.
"Well! Let's go then!" She exclaims, looking over at Derek.
"Bye, Cadet." He says, pulling Danny into a bear hug.
"Dad, ow!" She protests as his glasses press into her jaw.
He pulls back laughing and looks over at Carmilla, who's still awkwardly hovering near the hallway.
"Do you want a hug too? Or a high five? Fist bump, maybe?" He teases as Carmilla smiles.
She walks over and holds her arms out. He tugs her into a bear hug too.
"Watch the hair!" She jokes as they pull apart.
"We'll see you guys at Thanksgiving." Danny promises as Derek gets his keys out of his pocket.
"You'd better or I'm coming up here and dragging you both home by your ears." Beatrice says, pointing at them.
Danny looks over at Carmilla.
"She's serious about that, by the way." Danny says.
"Bye girls, love you both!" Derek calls over his shoulder as he opens the door.
Beatrice waves at them, making Danny laugh. She closes the door behind her and the apartment is silent.
Danny stands there staring at the closed door for a few moments. She feels Carmilla's hand slide into hers.
"You okay?" Carmilla whispers.
Danny looks over at her.
"Yeah. Yeah, I'm good."
"Does this feel weird to you?"
Danny rolls over in Carmilla's arms. She can barely make out her face in their dark bedroom.
"Not this, obviously." Carmilla says, gesturing between them, "but THIS?" She gestures to the bedroom.
"A little." Danny admits. "But like, in a good way."
"Yeah, I just don't feel like an adult and yet suddenly I'm living in an apartment with my girlfriend in a different city." Carmilla says.
"Well, you turn nineteen in like...two days." Danny teases. Carmilla rolls her eyes.
"You know what I mean."
"I do. We'll be okay, though."
"We will. It's everything around us I'm worried about." Carmilla admits.
Danny leans down and kisses her gently.
"I get it."
"I love you, you know." Carmilla whispers.
"I know. I love you too."
"Are you sure we're going the right way?"
"The map said to go to 4th Street and then make a left on Century."
"What street are we on right now?"
"4th Street NW."
"And do we need to be on 4th Street NW or some other directional variation?"
"It doesn't specify."
Carmilla throws her hands in the air and growls.
"Don't you think that would be pertinent information?" She asks, staring up at the sky.
"It's not my fault." Danny argues.
"No, I know that." Carmilla says, looking back over at her and sighing.
Danny looks back down at her phone.
"According to the little purple-"
"-blue dot we're going in the right direction."
"We can't even find the fucking grocery store." Carmilla mutters under her breath.
Danny drapes her arm over Carmilla's shoulders and tugs her into her side.
"It's our first full day here. Give it a week or two and we'll know where everything is." She reasons.
"Of course I am."
Carmilla looks over at her and narrows her eyes.
"That's my line."
"Usually, but I'm borrowing it this time." Danny jokes. "Come on, lets get some responsible adult groceries."
Danny carefully carries the tray of waffles down the hall and into the bedroom. Carmilla's still asleep, curled up on Danny's side of the bed and clutching Danny's pillow. Danny clears her throat and starts humming 'Happy Birthday' loudly from the doorway. Carmilla jerks awake.
"Wha?" She mumbles sleepily.
Danny hums louder and slowly walks forward with the tray. Carmilla catches sight of the plates of waffles, one of which has a lit candle stuck in it, and laughs.
"You're ridiculous." She says, shaking her head and yawning. "What time is it?"
Danny finishes humming with a flourish and sits down next to Carmilla on the bed.
"Just after nine."
Carmilla stares at the waffles for a moment.
"I guess I can forgive you for waking me up before noon."
Danny laughs and nudges her arm with the tray.
"Make a wish before your candle melts all the butter."
Carmilla quirks an eyebrow at her before leaning over and swiftly blowing out the candle.
"What'd you wish for?" Danny asks. Carmilla shakes her head as she grabs her plate of waffles off of the tray.
"I'm not supposed to tell or it won't come true."
Danny grins and hands her a fork.
They eat their waffles in silence, Danny leaned back against Carmilla's blanket covered legs and Carmilla propped up against the headboard. When they're finished, Danny practically leaps off the bed.
"I have your present!"
"Aw, baby, you didn't have to-"
"Oh please, yes I did." Danny interrupts, dropping down to her hands and knees and reaching under the bed.
Carmilla scrambles to set her plate back down on the tray and then over to the other side of the bed. She leans over, smirking to herself at the spectacular view of Danny's ass, before she hears a muffled "aha!"
Danny slides back out gripping her suitcase.
"You taking me on a trip, Beanpole?"
Danny rolls her eyes and starts to unzip her suitcase.
"I had to hide it in here while you were helping dad with the cable."
She pulls out a cardboard box and carefully hands it up to Carmilla.
"Careful opening it, it's delicate."
Carmilla eyes her suspiciously before tugging the box open. She gasps.
"Oh my god, Danny!"
Danny grins as Carmilla pulls the portable turntable out of the box.
"You think I didn't notice you brooding every time you looked at your record collection? I know it's not the antique one you had at your mom's and I'm sorry we couldn't get that one but-"
"Are you kidding? This one is perfect! Especially for here with the space issue." Carmilla interrupts, still staring at it in awe. She suddenly jumps off the bed.
She walks over to the desk under the window and sets the player down, fiddling with it until the adapter is hooked up and plugged into the outlet. She dashes past Danny and over to the bookshelf, grabbing a record off of it and grabbing Danny's wrist with her free hand.
"Come here." She says, dragging Danny over to the record player.
She slides the vinyl out of it's cover and fixes it onto the turntable before flipping it on. She turns back to Danny and holds out her hands as a familiar tune drifts out of the speakers. Danny grins and pulls Carmilla into her arms, dancing them around the room.
'The very thought of you and I forget to do the little ordinary things that everyone ought to do...'
"Jesus H. Christ. There's so many people." Danny mutters, squeezing Carmilla's hand.
"It's freshman orientation, of course there's a ton of people here." Carmilla replies.
"I know but still..." Danny trails off, reaching up and adjusting her sunglasses.
"Who's your advisor?" Carmilla asks, looking up at Danny. Danny pulls the paper out of her back pocket and reads over it.
"Uhhh, Dr. Patel? You?"
"Right. Okay. We'll go take the tour and then find our advisors and then meet back at the fountain?" Danny asks, looking down at Carmilla.
"Deal." Carmilla replies, tugging Danny in the direction of several older students wearing blue polo shirts.
Dr. Patel leans back in her chair after reading through Danny's information on the computer.
"Well, Miss Lawrence, you've got quite the impressive track record."
"Definitely. So, you want to major in astronautical engineering?" She asks.
"Yes." Danny nods eagerly.
"It's a rigorous amount of coursework. It's not for the faint of heart. Most people who start off in that major wind up switching to Mathematics or Physics." Dr. Patel warns.
"With all due respect, doctor, I understand the amount of work I'm going to be doing. I know I can do it." Danny says.
Dr. Patel eyes her for a few moments before smiling.
"Excellent." She says, turning back to the computer. "You need to take Intro to Physics and Calculus I this semester before anything else. I also recommend taking Astronomy 160 this semester, as well. It'll give you a good backbone and you'll get a taste of what our Astronomy courses are like here."
"That sounds good." Danny replies.
"Now, you need a foreign language but...you're a native Spanish and French speaker?" Dr. Patel raises an eyebrow.
"Yes ma'am. My mother's from Barcelona."
Dr. Patel regards her silently.
"Italian or German?" She asks after a moment.
"German." Danny answers.
Dr. Patel types something into the computer before turning back to Danny.
"You need to take one more course, did you have any in mind?"
"Well, I know I need Intro to Communication Skills so...how about that?"
Dr. Patel turns back to the computer and types something in before spinning the monitor around so Danny can see it.
"It is possible to have all these classes on Monday, Wednesday and Friday. You would have German 101 at 9, Intro to CS at 10 in the same building, Calc at noon in the Petty building with Physics 110 at 1, also in the Petty building and then Astronomy at 3 in Sullivan. Your Astronomy lab would be on Wednesday nights from 7 to 8:50. How does that sound?"
"Actually, that sounds perfect." Danny replies, grinning.
Dr. Patel smiles back and hits 'print.'
"We have the same Intro to Communication class." Carmilla says, taking a sip of her drink and reading over Danny's schedule. Danny chokes on her sandwich.
"Seriously?" She asks, once she's stopped coughing.
"Yeah, COM 103 ten in the morning with Lindholm in the Carter building. Room 116." Carmilla reads, pointing at the paper. Danny grins at her.
"For you, maybe, I'm going to be harassed by a giant puppy while I'm trying to learn." Carmilla jokes, chewing on the end of her straw.
Danny rolls her eyes and taps her under the table with her foot.
"Like you won't enjoy every second of it." Danny says.
Carmilla rolls her eyes but she's grinning.
"Ow, fuck, seriously Carmilla? I'm not a pack mule." Danny grumbles as Carmilla piles more books on top of the stack in Danny's arms.
"It's not my fault your Astronomy and Physics books weigh a ton." She replies, rolling her eyes and turning back to the shelves.
"Yeah? Well, these art books of yours weigh more than a small child." Danny groans, shifting her weight.
"Don't let Laura hear you say that." Carmilla jokes.
Danny nearly drops the whole pile, shaking with laughter.
"We've got to stop making those jokes. She's going to develop a complex." Danny says.
"Pretty sure she already has." Carmilla replies, grabbing two copies of their Communication textbook and turning back to Danny.
She starts to add them to the stack but tucks them under her own arm instead, seeing the agony on her girlfriend's face. Danny sighs.
"Come on, that should be the last of them." Carmilla says, jerking her head in the direction of the long checkout line.
"Oh god my arms are going to fall off." She groans.
"You'll survive without arms." Carmilla teases.
"Yeah, but you like my arms. And my hands. And my fingers." Danny replies.
"True. But you're just as good with your tongue." Carmilla replies.
Danny barely manages not to drop the books.
"You do know that classes don't start until the 22nd, right?" Carmilla teases, handing Danny a mug of tea.
Danny looks up from her Astronomy book and takes the mug out of Carmilla's hand.
"It's just so interesting! The whole first lecture is going to be about exoplanets!" She says, grinning up at Carmilla.
"What's an exoplanet?" Carmilla asks, sitting down next to Danny and resting her chin on her shoulder.
"They're planets that orbit another star that's not the sun." Danny explains. "They're pretty cool because it's kind of hard to define what is and what isn't an actual planet and then what classification they are."
Carmilla stares at her for a minute.
"You are such a nerd." She says finally, shifting so that her head is resting against Danny's shoulder.
"Love you too." Danny replies, turning another page in her textbook.
Danny sticks her head out of the shower and raises her eyebrows at Carmilla.
Carmilla gestures at the washing machine.
"You seriously don't know how to work a washing machine?"
Carmilla growls at her.
"Not this one!"
"You can't wait for me to get out of the shower?" Danny teases.
"You said you were almost finished and to go ahead." Carmilla argues.
"I'm kidding, hang on."
Danny ducks back into the shower and a few moments later the water turns off. Danny leans out around the curtain and grabs her towel off the rack and Carmilla gapes as Danny hops out, naked and soaking wet. She wraps the towel around herself loosely and walks over.
"I turned the knob but nothing happened and there's no start button." Carmilla explains.
Danny leans past her and tugs on the knob. There's a popping sound and she turns it to the right setting before pushing it back in. There's another popping sound and the water comes cascading out into the washer. She turns to Carmilla and smirks.
"Anything else, dear?"
Carmilla rolls her eyes and tugs lightly at Danny's towel.
"No, my knight in dripping wet linen."
Danny leans down and kisses her on the cheek. Carmilla groans and shoves at her.
"You'll get me wet- DON'T." She warns, seeing the joke already forming on Danny's lips.
Danny just grins at her and shifts her towel so it's over her head, revealing more of her thighs. Carmilla squeezes her eyes shut and shakes her head.
"You don't play fair."
"You're the one who wanted to do laundry while I'm getting ready." Danny says, her voice muffled by the towel.
She hears the door slam shut and she laughs.
Danny groans and slams her laptop closed.
Carmilla looks up from her own computer.
"It'll be okay." She says.
Danny sets her computer down on the coffee table and stretches out on the dinosaur rug in their living room.
"I need a job."
"I know." Carmilla replies. "Oh, the diner down the street is hiring...oh, wait, but they want someone with at least two years of experience waiting tables."
Danny groans again and covers her face. Carmilla closes her laptop and sits it beside of her on the couch before sliding down into the floor. She sprawls out next to Danny and then pokes her in the side.
"Hey." She whispers.
"Hey." Danny whispers back, dropping her hands away from her face.
"I love you." Carmilla whispers, reaching out and tracing her finger down Danny's nose and then across her lips.
"I love you too." Danny replies, gently kissing Carmilla's finger.
"Let's go to bed." Camilla whispers.
"It's like 6:00." Danny protests, her eyebrows knitting together in confusion.
"Let me rephrase that." Carmilla says, shifting so she's hovering on top of Danny. She leans down and kisses her, slowly, before gently biting down on Danny's bottom lip. "Take me to bed."
Danny wraps her arms around Carmilla's waist and flips her onto her back.
"You're forgetting something." Danny says, hovering over Carmilla's face.
"This is our place. I don't have to take you to the bedroom to fuck you." She whispers.
Carmilla's hands are in her hair instantly.
"PIZZA DELIVERY!" Danny sings from the doorway in her best Spongebob impersonation.
Carmilla looks up from her British Lit anthology and raises an eyebrow.
"Must you?" She asks.
"You literally made me chase you around the entire apartment to get my shirt back while you were yelling 'it's for the customer!' so I don't want to hear it." Danny says, setting the pizza box down on the counter.
"I have no idea what you're talking about." Carmilla replies airily, turning back to her reading.
"We got a noise complaint." Danny says, incredulously.
Carmilla shrugs but Danny can tell she's barely holding back a smile. Danny shakes her head and grabs two plates out of the cabinet.
"One of these days we need to invest in actual plates instead of these paper ones." She says, opening the pizza box.
"I saw a set at Target the other day that had paw prints on them and I actually considered buying them for half of a second." Carmilla says.
Danny flops down on the couch next to her and hands her a plate.
"Your disgusting mushroom and banana pepper monstrosity." Danny says.
"Aw, babe." Carmilla says, grinning and taking the plate from her.
"Yeah, yeah. I sacrificed half of my bacon and extra cheese for that shit so I hope you know I love you." Danny replies.
Carmilla leans over and pecks her on the cheek before taking a huge bite out of her pizza and moaning. Danny fake gags and Carmilla elbows her.
"It's not that bad."
"Listen, I tolerate your atrocious attraction to buffalo ranch pringles-"
"Do you know how they grow mushrooms?"
"Do you know how they make hot dogs?"
Danny's eyes widen.
"Do not ruin my Chicago Dogs. Don't you dare."
Carmilla grins at her and takes another huge bite of her pizza. Danny laughs and shakes her head.
"God, this guy is such a cocky asshole." Carmilla mumbles from where her head rests against Danny's chest.
She scoffs as the chef announces to the camera that he's easily the most talented chef here.
"Yeah right, dickwad, I bet you get chopped next." Carmilla grumbles.
'For this round, you must use: cheese puffs, raspberry jam, squid and english cucumbers.'
"Oh that's rough." Carmilla says. "Any ideas, baby?"
Danny doesn't answer.
She lifts her head up to find Danny fast asleep against the side of the couch. She smiles and snuggles further into Danny's arms and rests her head back down against her chest.
"Goodnight, love." She whispers. "Oh, good. Asshole burned himself."
"Fuck, I'm going to be late for my first class." Danny says, rushing out of the bathroom and back into the bedroom.
"You've got plenty of time. The metro doesn't leave for another 30 minutes." Carmilla says, still sprawled out on their bed.
"Yeah, but I have to walk to the station which takes like 10 minutes and I can't find my fucking shirt." Danny grumbles.
Carmilla rolls off the bed with a sigh and reaches under a stack of her own shirts piled in the desk chair and pulls out Danny's red and white baseball shirt. She throws it right as Danny turns around from their dresser and it hits Danny in the face.
"Thanks, babe." Danny says, tugging it on quickly.
"Your Astronomy syllabus is still under the coffee table." Carmilla says, pointing to the living room.
"I love you so much, seriously." Danny replies.
"You're just saying that because I keep track of your shit." Carmilla teases.
Danny walks over and kisses her.
"Yeah." She jokes.
Carmilla laughs and shoves at her.
"See you in our Com class?"
"Okay, get out of here." Carmilla says, shoving at her again.
Danny rolls her eyes and grabs her bag from beside the desk, bolting down the hall.
"Syllabus!" Carmilla calls after her.
"See you later!"
"See you! Love you!"
"Love you too, make good choices!"
Danny cracks up.
She closes the door behind her, still laughing.
"I saved you a seat." Danny says as Carmilla makes her way over to Danny's table.
"This classroom is a lot smaller than I thought it'd be." Carmilla whispers, sitting down in the chair next to Danny.
"Well, it's not a lecture." Danny explains.
"Great, so it'll be like high school 2.0." Carmilla groans.
Danny laughs and rubs her back.
Minutes later, the professor walks into the classroom and introduces himself as Professor Lindholm and spends 10 minutes going over the syllabus before dismissing them.
"I'm not liking this whole 'speech' thing." Carmilla admits as they walk out together.
"You'll be fine. You have me." Danny says, lightly elbowing her.
"That's why I'm worried. You're going to make me crack up the whole time." Carmilla jokes. "Listen, since we got out early, I've got a half an hour before my Spanish class..wanna go make out on a park bench?"
Danny laughs and reaches for Carmilla's hand.
"I am in LOVE with my Astronomy class!" Danny announces, dropping her bag on the living room floor.
"Are you breaking up with me for science?" Carmilla asks, not looking up from her Art History textbook.
"Well, if you do, give me some notice so I can pack my thin- hey!"
Danny yanks the textbook out of Carmilla's hands and leans down, kissing her hard on the lips. Carmilla moans as Danny pulls back.
"I missed you."
Carmilla grins at her.
"Astronomy didn't fill the void?"
"Not nearly enough."
Carmilla laughs and pulls Danny back in for another kiss.
"Thank god, I thought I was going to have to fight an entire galaxy." Carmilla teases.
"No, the only galaxy I'm in love with is the one right here." Danny says, sliding her hand over Carmilla's heart and pressing lightly.
Carmilla smiles and kisses her over and over.
"I have some good news!" Danny announces as Carmilla closes the door behind her and kicks off her shoes.
"They finally figured out how to make a potato chip that tastes like tacos?" Carmilla asks.
"Not quite that good." Danny admits.
"Damn." Carmilla says, grinning.
"You know that bakery near campus?" Danny asks.
"Yeah, I got a job there!"
"Wait, seriously?" Carmilla pauses in raiding the fridge.
"Yeah, I went in there on my break Monday to get a muffin and saw they were hiring so I asked the guy if he had any applications. Turns out they really need someone with 'oven experience' and since I practically ran the pastry counter at Java's back home...I got the job!" Danny explains.
"Baby, that is awesome!" Carmilla exclaims, jumping into Danny's arms. Danny laughs.
"I start the 1st." Danny says, gently setting Carmilla back on the floor.
"Wait. Does this mean I get free muffins?" Carmilla asks.
"You can have my muffin for free." Danny jokes, waggling her eyebrows. Carmilla swats at her.
"Yeah but I can't actually eat- well, I can but not literally- will you stop laughing at me!" She says, shoving at Danny.
"You- you set yourself up for that." Danny says, laughing.
"Oh, whatever. Do I get baked goods or not?"
"Yes." Danny replies, finally calming down.
"Score!" Carmilla says, fist pumping.
"And you call me a nerd." Danny teases.
"Excuse you, free baked goods are completely worth getting excited over." Carmilla argues.
"Okay, you're right."
"Of course I am." Carmilla replies, winking.
Danny shakes her head, still grinning.
Danny blinks as a tiny wadded up piece of paper bounces off her Physics textbook. She brushes it off and goes back to reading. A few moments later, another one bounces off her notebook. She ignores it. A third one bounces off her nose and she sighs.
"Can I help you?" She asks, turning to look at Carmilla who's stretched out on the couch with her British Lit anthology resting on her chest.
Carmilla grins and stops wadding up another piece of paper from her notebook.
"Come up here." She begs.
"You're too distracting in those glasses of yours." Danny replies. Carmilla arches an eyebrow.
"Come up here." She repeats.
"No." Danny says, shaking her head and turning back to her book.
She hears Carmilla sigh loudly and she rolls her eyes, smiling. Carmilla slides off the couch and crawls over to where Danny's sitting, sliding her arms around Danny's waist.
"Carm." Danny warns. "I really need to finish this."
"And I really need to read this fucking Chaucer nonsense but we can at least be comfortable while we torture ourselves." Carmilla reasons, sliding her hands under Danny's shirt.
"Fine, come here." Danny says, shifting so Carmilla can sit sideways on her lap.
She could easily see her book over Carmilla's head, and since Carmilla was sitting sideways, she could still write with her right hand and Carm could read.
"We're disgusting." Carmilla says after a few minutes.
"What are you cooking?" Carmilla asks, walking into the kitchen and toweling her hair dry.
"Chicken and rice." Danny replies.
"Smells fantastic." Carmilla says, hopping onto one of their bar stools.
"So do you. Isn't that my shampoo?" Danny teases.
Carmilla blushes and mumbles something under her breath.
"What was that?" Danny asks, turning from stirring the rice.
"I like using your shampoo if I shower at night. It's nice." Carmilla admits, shrugging and not meeting Danny's eye.
"You're cute." Danny says, turning back to the food. "How did your interview go?"
"I don't know. I don't think I got the job. The guy kind of seemed like he was going through the motions. But I still have that barista job and the cashier job at that clothing store so...here's hoping." Carmilla replies, running her hand through her hair.
"Their loss." Danny says, grabbing for the bottle of sriracha sauce.
"You're not putting that IN the rice, are you?" Carmilla asks, pausing in combing her fingers through her hair.
"Yeah, but I'm only putting the same amount you usually put on yours." Danny replies.
"Okay, just not too much." Carmilla says.
"Is it ready?"
"Yes." Carmilla starts to hop off the stool but Danny holds up her hand.
"I've got you. You want water or orange soda?" She asks.
Danny grabs a water out of the fridge and hands it to her before grabbing two bowls out of the cabinet. Carmilla watches as she loads them both with food and hands the green one to Carmilla along with a fork.
"You always give me the green one." Carmilla says, stirring her food with her fork.
"I know green's your favorite color." Danny replies, moving to sit next to her at the counter.
"You know, now? I'm kind of a fan of red." Carmilla teases, reaching out to brush Danny's hair away from her face.
"Sap." Danny teases.
Carmilla rolls her eyes.
"You gonna tell me where we're going?" Carmilla asks as Danny swings their clasped hands between them.
"Nope." Danny replies simply.
Carmilla groans and lets Danny lead them further down the street.
Twenty minutes later, Danny's leading her inside the largest art museum Carmilla's ever seen.
"Welcome to the Smithsonian American Art Museum." Danny says, grinning down at her.
"Danny..." Carmilla trails off, not quite knowing where to look first.
"I got to thinking the other day that it was an absolute crime that we've been living here a few weeks and still hadn't been here yet." Danny explains.
"First you bring me coffee after class and now this? You trying to win me over or something?" Carmilla teases.
"Is it working?" Danny asks.
"You're damn right it is." Carmilla replies, beaming up at her.
Danny barely manages to get the door open as she and Carmilla spill into their apartment. She kicks the door closed behind them while Carmilla yanks her own shirt off and then grabs at Danny's.
"We almost gave the neighbors a show." Danny teases.
Carmilla laughs and tugs Danny back down for another kiss. She moans as Danny's hands unbuckle her belt and then undo her jeans. She reaches behind her back and unclasps her bra, pulling away from Danny's mouth so she can yank it off. Danny's eyes cloud over and she slips her hands up from Carmilla's pants to her waist, lifting her up. Carmilla's legs wrap around Danny's waist as Danny walks them back to the bedroom.
She gently drops Carmilla down onto the bed and then swiftly tugs her pants and underwear down and off of her. Carmilla moans as Danny's hands slide up her thighs and she settles between her legs. At the first swipe of her tongue, Carmilla's hands are in Danny's hair and she's swallowing another moan.
She falls apart watching stars explode into life behind her eyelids and chanting Danny's name like a prayer.