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[ maybe they should talk about it, about how he feels about his mom reappearing and wanting to see him, about how he feels and what he doesn't want to feel again. but she knows that he will when he's ready. she won't push him this time; prodding and pushing and throwing him into the walls of that building in rapture had been a one-time thing to get him to open up. it seems to have worked far better than she had ever anticipated. she hopes that he'd tell her if he wanted to.

so, she lets him dictate the kiss and pull her to him. he's warm; she's always liked being against his body, especially when all she's wearing is his shirt. all she can smell is him, from what she's wearing to the person who's holding her. if she was the one who needed comforting, that's all she'd need.

she drops her arms to his back to press a palm between his shoulder blades, using it as leverage to push herself more firmly against his chest, and fingers the other in his hair at the base of his neck. she lets out a contented sigh, standing on the tips of her toes so she can press into him as much as possible. ]

( they should talk about it and maybe he will once he gets past the initial swell of emotion. right now, he just wants to be close to her. it's the only thing in his mind and the only thing on his mind.

he tightens his grip around her, bringing her flush against him and walking them backwards. he's pretty sure there's a counter top or a table or something there that he can press her again and, if things keep going, lay her on.

he's not sure if she'll let it get that far since they agreed on the last time being the last time. but she's also not trying to slow him down or point him somewhere else.

so, he presses and he kisses and he holds onto her, putting what happened just now behind him and focusing on her. )

[ oh, okay, so maybe they're definitely doing this again—or maybe stefan wants to deposit her on a table so that she can wrap her legs and arms around him and hold him to her far more firmly than she could while standing. it doesn't matter—she'll hold him however he wants, even if it's clothed or naked. she wants to be there for and with him, and she finds herself selfishly hoping he'll fuck her again.

with him walking them backwards, all she has is him to guide her to where he wants to go. it feels a little clumsy at first, but she thinks she quickly falls into his pace and ensures her feet don't get caught under his toes. her back bumps into the table and she makes a surprised sound against his mouth.

removing her hands from him and pulling away, she hoists herself to sit on its edge. she keeps her legs wide for him to step into and pulls the hem of the shirt she wears from out beneath her so the fabric doesn't pull taut against her throat. looking at him with her gaze soft and lips parted, she reaches a hand to his face to brush her thumb against his bottom lip. ]

( if stefan got his wish and she doesn't push him away because she thinks better of this, then they're definitely doing this. he walks them backwards until she lifts herself up on the table.

it takes him a second to remember but there's nothing on the table right now that he needs to shove aside and move to make space for her. she spreads her legs and stefan steps between them, putting one hand on the table and the other around her waist.

the way she slides her thumb against his lip is so gentle and so intimate that all he can do is just stare at her for a few seconds, lips parted. and then he's moving closer to her again, covering her mouth with his and pressing his hips into hers. )

[ she makes a noise when he presses himself into her again, sloping her mouth hard and hungrily against his. cradling his cheek with her hand, she slides her fingers into his hair and grips it for a moment before releasing it. katherine's other hand snakes around his back where she presses her palm firmly between his shoulder blades so she can push her chest into his without fear of slipping off the table.

but it's not enough—it never feels like it is. she wants to bare herself to him so he knows that she isn't here to lie to him, not anymore, not like she has in the past and how his mother has in his present. her hands leave his body to hook her fingers into the hem of her shirt and pull it up, although she struggles to pull away from his mouth, fighting with herself as to whether or not she wants to break away from him. but she does, removing his shirt and dropping it onto the table behind her.

snaking her hands around his back, she pulls him to her and nips and sucks at his jaw. ]

( stefan shivers at suddenly feeling skin against skin. he kisses her for a few long moments, licking her lips before pulling back and reaching for his own shirt, pulling it off and tossing it aside before he returns to her, pulling her against him again and angling in for another kiss.

his hands slide down, hitching around her legs and encouraging her to wrap around them. whether she does that or not, he reaches up and palms her breast, kneading it firmly and sliding his finger over her nipple.

he pulls back from her, barely, and watches her from that close proximity. his tongue flicks out to taste her lips again before he moves back for another kiss. )

[ she moans when he touches her breast, arching into his palm, and whimpers when he stops. ] Stefan. [ it almost sounds like a firm reprimand for teasing her, but she's breathless and focused on him and the feel of him pressed against her again that maybe she can forgive him this time.

gliding her hands along his pecs to feel his warm skin beneath her palms, she moves them to his hair to pull at the strands, wanting him to be impossibly closer to her. she crushes her chest to his, wrapping her legs around his waist and using her strength to unfairly pull him closer, and grips his hair tight enough that he has to realise how impatient she is for him to touch her again.

without breaking away from his mouth, she leans back by curving her back away from him, hoping to bring him with her, even though for him to be on the table above her she'll need to move further up it so he's not falling off the edge. ]

( they were going to break this table. he knows that before he's even climbed up on it. they were going to break this table and they were going to have to eat breakfast standing around a broken table that gets broken because they were going to have sex on it.

she starts tugging and pulling at him and he moans, completely okay with her strength and how she uses it. as she moves backwards on the table, he lifts a leg to crawl up on the table with her.

he uses the grip he has on her to try and move her backwards with him so he can be up on the table with her. once they shift and settle, he hovers over her, a slight smirk on his face. )

We're going to break this table.

[ luckily, katherine has the foresight to drag the shirt she'd been wearing along with her so that she can have a rough and uneven pillow beneath her head. the table's far more uncomfortable than lying beneath him on his soft bed, but she'll make do. she's in no mood to have him carry her back to his bedroom, no matter how fast he may move.

his smirk makes her smile. arching her brow, ] Maybe you should've bought a better table.

[ because they sell tables that can withstand the strength of a 530 and 170 year old. it's clearly an oversight on his part. flattening her heels against the table, she ensures her legs remain wide enough to cradle him between them. her hands move up and down his arms, unable to stop herself from touching him.

her gaze follows the moment of her hand as she innocently says, ] Or you should've turned me around and fucked me against it. [ looking up at him with a smirk of her own, she shrugs her shoulder, ] Your mistake, Stef.

Next time.

( was that tempting fate? talking about a next time when this time wasn't even supposed to happen? or would it just give them both something to look forward to?

her suggestion of turning around and fucking her behind definitely has merit but now that they're on the table and mostly naked, he really doesn't want to move either.

what he wants to do is kiss his way down the center of her chest and lower, tongue dragging down her belly and over her ribs until he moves back up and licks at one nipple. he doesn't want to go too far too fast, finding himself in the same situation as her in wanting to touch and anchor himself to this moment. )

[ he speaks of next time and katherine finds she's impatiently anticipating it. it doesn't matter that this shouldn't be happening, she wants it and she wants it to be now. no one can blame her for wanting to be close to her friend, right? this is simply a different way for them to connect... and it helps to blow off tension, to have him come from his tense and difficult reunion with his mother to unwind and feel relaxed and safe against her naked body.

her breathing turns shallow as he kisses her, and she shifts beneath him in anticipation for what he's about to do next. her entire body responds to his descent along her chest and torso, with her wriggling slightly beneath him from feeling slightly ticklish by his ministrations. she wants him to go lower and slide her underwear down her thighs, but she has a feeling he has no intentions of doing that anytime soon.

moaning when he licks at her nipple, she arches her chest into his mouth. fingers sliding into his hair to grip hard and to try and keep him at her breast, katherine hooks her leg around the back of his as if she can actually keep him there.

breath hitching, ] You tease, Stefan.

( stefan and being tease aren't two things you'd probably typically associate together but if she thinks he's being a tease then maybe he's being a tease. it's probably because she reacts so well to him being a tease and reacts so well to him in general that it makes him want to keep teasing her.

she holds his head and he doesn't fight her, licking at her nipple and then biting her sharply before pulling back and kissing his way up her body to slide his mouth over hers once again.

he makes it a quick kiss before peering down at her again, arms on either side of her head and hips pressing down against hers. )

I'm not a tease. ( he says while teasing her with another grind of his hips against hers. they haven't even taken off their underwear yet. he knows he should do that but...it's fun to watch her mouth tip open and her body tense and shift. he likes it when she grabs him and makes him do something because she can't take it anymore. )

[ she grips his hair and back, using him as her leverage to grind down against his hips. it doesn't matter that they both have their underwear on, she's wet and starting to ache for him and she's sure as hell she can get him hard if she really tries. her head tips back and her lips part as she does try to grind down on him to find that sweet spot that sends heat throughout her entire body. stripping him takes the fun out of making him so desperate for her he almost does break his table.

there's no point in making that promise and not following through. what kind of friend would she be? she wants to take up the challenge of making sure his kitchen isn't associated with a familial sadness but with a satisfying heat of knowing she'd given herself over to him again but this time on his kitchen table. ]

You are. [ she breathes it out and purposefully shifts beneath him, wanting him to plant his mouth back onto her breasts. ] You exist.

You're flattering me. You must really want something.

( lucky for katherine, he obeys, covering her nipple with his mouth and licking at it with the tip of his tongue. he's really, really tempted to snake a hand between their bodies and slip it underneath her underwear to see just how wet she is.

but he doesn't. not yet. he wants to and he will but not yet. now, he's going to lave his tongue over her nipple, biting at it with the edges of his teeth before pulling away and peering up at her.

when he rocks against her this time, it's harder and the table squeaks a bit as it moves across the table. )

That what you want?

[ she shivers when he licks and bites at her, letting her head tilt back with a satisfying sigh and very loud and encouraging moan. she pushes her breasts up into him so he doesn't stop, but of course he does—while a very handsome tease, he's just that.

with a gasp, katherine tries to grind down against him to seek his hard cock beneath his underwear. she doesn't care if she ends up grinding on him until he comes in his pants again, she wants to feel that friction and heat long before he decides to give it to her. ]

Yes. [ she all but growls, gyrating against him desperately with absolutely no care to play hard to get. she wants him and she wants him to know that she wants him without abandon.

impatiently, she moves her hands away from him to slide them down her body and hook her fingers in her underwear in her own attempt to pull them off. it's a little hard to do when he's pressed against her, but katherine doesn't care. ]

( stefan almost tries his luck at really teasing her by trying to make it hard for her to get her underwear off. he thinks about grabbing her wrists or pushing forward to the point where she can't get the underwear off her legs but the truth is, he doesn't want to.

what he wants is her and what he wants is to be inside of her, right on this kitchen table. he wants to make the most of this second time because while he'd mentioned a next time, he knows that that's not a guarantee.

so, he steps back within the circle of her legs just enough to grab at her underwear and tug them urgently off. he tosses them onto the counter or the floor, he doesn't know and slips back closer, rubbing his still shorts clad cock against her because while he hadn't wanted to tease her that bad, he can still do this.

he was never going to be able to eat a meal at this table and not blush again. )

[ all katherine can think about is how he's on top of her again and so close to being inside of her. almost isn't good enough, but she doesn't reach down to rip his underwear right off of him.

she almost whimpers when he steps back, but then her shallow breathing seems to thin into something far shallower when he tugs her panties off and throws them somewhere. there's something powerful about being stripped bare before him, and katherine tries to show him with her hips gyrating into the fabric sheathing his cock from her. ]

Please. [ if he slipped his hand between her legs, he'd find her slick for him, but she doesn't allow him the chance to with how she presses herself desperately and unapologetically down against him.

uncaring of how the table seems to squeak from her shifting and bucking her hips against his, she digs her heels hard against his ass to push him into her. it's the only display of her true strength, with her preferring to let him tease her even if it's driving her crazy. ]

( please. if stefan wasn't hard before, he is now because it's a rare thing indeed to hear katherine say please to anyone. but she's saying it to him, breathless and desperate and who is he to deny her?

he reaches to start shoving his shorts down but then she yanks him closer and he rubs against the cotton of his shorts and the heat of her cunt. he shivers, grabbing her thighs and digging his nails into her. )

Say that again.

( please, say please again. because he wants to hear it and if he can't get his shorts off, he wants to hear it so he can rub himself against her and come in his shorts if that's the case.

he just wants to hear it again in that voice of hers. )

[ she really wants him to dig his blunt nails into her thighs as deep as he can. it's only fair—she'd destroyed his back a few nights ago, and now she expects him to return the favour in some way. she relents on pressing up into him, momentarily giving herself a moment to lie back on the table and relish in the feel of him gripping her.

she usually doesn't beg—she prefers to be the one being begged to—but his reaction to that one word makes her reconsider being stubborn on that front. with stefan, she might not mind begging.

she tries to make her voice firm despite her panting; she says it in bulgarian, ] Моля те.

[ he didn't exactly request it in english, did he?

her hands grip his shoulders as she tries to use him for her leverage to press more tightly against him. it's not easy doing so from beneath him, but she uses the hard surface of the table to support the tilting of her hips up into his and gyrates as roughly as she can.

tilting her head back, she shudders, ] Per favore. [ maybe he'd prefer it if she moaned it in italian.

removing her hand from his shoulder, she palms her breast before she tries to slide her hand between them so she can finger herself. ] S'il vous plaît?

( she wouldn't be katherine if she didn't put her own spin on this. stefan can't help but laugh, listening to her say please in a variety of different languages. even if it's not the 'please' he'd asked for, it still sends a thrill of pleasure down his spine.

ion response, he reaches for one of her arms and brings the inside of her wrists up to his mouth, running his tongue along the veins there. it's not destroying her back but he can't really do that when she's on her back on the table.

so, he reaches for something he can possibly do something with and licks at her skin over and over, eyes on her the entire time. )

Pain in the ass.

( said affectionately, though. she is but he likes it. )

[ out of all the things he could've done, taking her arm and kissing the inside of her wrist is what takes her breath away. she looks at him dumbly with her lips parted and knows her shallow breathing and heart rate is giving away that she really, really likes this.

his touch leaves her feeling ticklish and a little sensitive. when was the last time anyone paid attention to her wrists? katherine does her best not to move her arm, not wanting him to let her go in case he reads into it the wrong way.

propping herself up with her elbow of her unattended to arm, she licks her lips and tries to save face. with her brows lifted, she cheekily teases, ] Could be.

[ has he forgotten her proposal of pegging? she certainly hopes not. ]

( it only takes stefan a moment to realize what she means and when he does, he arches an eyebrow as he drags his lips up and down her arm. he inhales against her skin, smelling the blood thumping beneath her skin and hearing the steady pulse of her heartbeat right there.

he can feel his own body react, eyes and veins and he bites his own lip to try and hold himself back for the moment. )

I hope that's a promise.

( because now that she's brought it up and then reiterated it just now, he wants it. )

[ maybe it's fortunate that he's practically wedged between her legs because all katherine wants to do is press her thighs together to stifle that heat she feels at his gaze and the very clear implications of his words. she doesn't know how much to take as truth from his time as a ripper and what to discard away... but she finds that she's not particularly upset that he's clung onto confirming what his ripper self had dangled as a response. ]

Maybe if you're good. [ it comes out far more breathless than she'd like. her heartbeat picks up in excitement and she hates that he can hear how his answer affects her—there's no point in even trying to play aloof.

moving her arm out from underneath her, katherine does her best to sit up so she can brush her fingers beneath his eyes and against his lips. she'd seen them shift ever so slightly and she doesn't understand why he doesn't let that side of him show. her gaze remains hungry, but she softens considerably as she looks over his face. ] Why are you hiding from me?

I'm always good.

( there's something else he wants to say but then she brings attention to the fact that he hasn't let himself shift despite how badly he wants to bite her arm and taste her.

he closes his eyes, turning into his touch before he sighs and rolls his hips against hers. one thing he doesn't want to do is lose how they both feel right now despite the question she asks. )

I'm not doing it intentionally. ( he's been careful about what he does ever since he'd come back from his loss of humanity. seeing his mother reappear tonight just reminded him that he had to be careful. ) I just don't want to —

( lose control. )

[ she can't help but gasp when he moves his hips against hers. it feels so good—and will if he chooses to roll them again five minutes from now—and had been so unexpected with her focus zeroing in on him and his answer. the thing that stefan will hopefully realise is that all he has to do is look at her and she's wet. ]

Stefan. [ her voice is still breathless despite her attempts to firm it up. considering she's very naked and he's almost there, that could be a big player as to why she can't seem to catch her breath. she tries not to think on that.

it's all too easy to read between the lines of his answer. his week as a ripper isn't something that's easy to ignore or forget, but it's easy to untie it from him. she knows who he is, and given that he had been presented the rare opportunity of truly being able to hurt her once and for all and had instead chosen to cradle her while she held her daughter, she knows only kindness is what he's capable of... even if it's in the form of biting her.

she extracts her arm from his hold so she can settle her weight on both hands on the table and keep herself sitting up. her voice is soft and her words genuine and unwavering, ] You can do it with me. I won't let you hurt me.

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