Perhaps she shouldn't have used her claws on them, but in Laura's defense, they were standing way too close to you for her liking. You were all hers, and she wasn't one for sharing. Laura wiped the blood off of her claws before turning to you, smiling sweetly. There wasn't anyone in the world who could get between the two of you, she made sure of that. She stalked forwards you, the claws slowly retracting before she cups your face, giving you a kiss on the lips before whispering, "You're mine, and only mine," It was intended to come out as sweet, yet it sounded reverent, almost like an affirmation she'd say to herself. "Mine," She repeats again, yet it was quieter, almost to herself.