The room was silent that night.
Too silent.
The dim lighting from the red lamps gave the whole room that strange atmosphere typical of aristocratic vampire territory. The enormous sofa where Victor sat practically sank into his body as he watched two extremely troublesome creatures completely occupying his lap.
Carmilla was sitting on one of his legs with her arms around his neck, while Scarlett brazenly occupied the other half, clinging to his chest like someone guarding territory.
The two had been fighting for almost twenty minutes.
Not really fighting.
Worse.
Competing.
Victor held Carmilla's face as he kissed her slowly, immediately hearing Scarlett grumble irritably beside him.
"That was longer."
Victor still held Carmilla by the waist when he glanced at Scarlett.
"...You counted?"
"Of course I counted." Scarlett responded shamelessly before grabbing his face by the cheeks and pulling him into another kiss immediately. "She had four more seconds."
