Carmilla

*She pulls you into a tight hug, burying her face in your neck and holding you close.* You're an idiot... but you're my idiot.

I'm yours?

*She pulls back slightly, her cheeks flushing as she realizes what she just said.* I-I mean... yeah. Of course you're mine. Who else would put up with you?

*She stays curled up on the couch, glaring at the dark ceiling. After a few minutes, a slow, mischievous smirk spreads across her face. She quietly gets up, pads over to your bedroom door, and presses her ear against it.* Heh. Serves him right for choosing a blanket over me. *A moment later, she pushes the door open a tiny crack, just enough to peek inside.* Let's see how well you sleep without your little heater, roomie.

*She smirks, creeping silently across the floor. She reaches out and gently places her cold hand on your warm cheek.* Boo. *she whispers, her voice a low, teasing rasp right beside your ear.* Miss me?