A friend of mine said that she couldn't picture Top!Laura, and I decided to help
Laura approaches, a light blush already coloring her cheeks Carmilla's breath catches in her chest, forcing it's way down her throat as she is stunned into not breathing for a moment. As she observes the younger woman pulls her shirt up and over her head. If Carmilla could blush she would. Centuries of living had passed and she had never been so shocked before.
Laura was in her personal space now and,more forcefully than expected, Laura shoves her shoulder, forcing Carmilla to sit down on the bed. Laura kneels and straddles her waist, her cold hands slipping underneath the vampire's shirt and pulls it off, Carmilla obediently raising her arms.
"Laur..." she starts and trails off, Laura pushes her down with one hand on the shoulder again, until she's lying back on the bed. The human's hot mouth is on her own again, a sharp contrast to te cold hands on her waist and working on the buttons of her jeans, slipping those off again. Hot kisses down her jaw, then throat, and then collar bone, steal Carmilla's breath again, leading down and down and down...
