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[ 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.

Do you want me to?

( because make no mistake, he wants to but though she's just said that she doesn't mind him doing and that she won't let him hurt her, he still wants to make doubly sure that she knows what she's going to let him do.

he reaches down between them, brushing his fingers just over her cunt because, despite the serious nature of the conversation, he doesn't want anything to ruin what's happening. they can talk about this while he rubs his fingers against her. )

Do you want me to bite your wrist and drink from you? ( he's easing into the idea, letting himself get excited because he can still smell her and he can still hear the way her pulse thumps so loudly in his ears. )

[ when he brushes his fingers against her cunt, she jumps slightly, stupidly surprised by his touch when she's so focused on him and trying to read him. he'll find that she's wet and ready, her body having responded to every single kiss and touch of his. now, she feels like he's just teasing her. ]

Yes.

[ her voice hitches and comes out far more husky than she'd like. he needs to stop touching her, she's becoming distracted by him and shifts her hips without even realising against his fingers in the hope that he finally enters her. she grabs his wrist and holds his hand in place, although it doesn't quite work for her original intention—his fingers can still move. she wants to buck up into his hand, but she keeps her hips bolted to his table. ]

You can bite me anywhere. [ she is very much aware she is practically almost splayed out on his kitchen table (ironic) for him to bite her wherever he pleases. ] I want you to, Stefan. You're not going to hurt me.

( stefan's answer to that is to bring her wrist closer to his mouth again, licking over the skin there, letting the smell of her blood fill his sense and intoxicate him. his other hand stays where it is, not quite inside of her but close.

he peers over at her and finally allows that change to come over him, eyes darkening and veins raising now that he had reassurance that if he lost control (which he hopes won't happen), she was plenty capable of stopping him.

for the moment, he doesn't actually do anything, though. he teases, brushing his fingers against her cunt but not pushing in and kissing the inside of her wrist but not biting.

he waits and waits until he can see impatience on her face and then he bites down on her wrist, fangs digging deep and blood flowing immediately. the fingers at her cunt push in at the same time, pressing deep and stretching her just as much as possible.

he rubs himself against her, keep himself aroused because he's not going to tease her with his fingers for long. )

[ she's impatient long before he even thinks to bring her wrist to his mouth. she knows she has to let him take his time. stefan's relationship with blood is a dangerous and complicated one, and while she knows her own strength is incomparable to his, she doesn't want to hurt him even if he loses control. but he won't; she has every faith that he won't.

she tries to keep herself still when his face transforms, but she finds that she does try to roll her hips against his fingers. having him expose himself above her is incredibly arousing; she wants to reach up and touch her fingers to the veins beneath his eyes and the tips of his fangs, but she can't move her hand in fear she'll end up falling back hard against the table. resting her weight on her hand perched behind her, katherine pushes down harder and hears a slight crack in the wood.

her moan turns into a high pitched cry when he bites her and enters her. her chest heaves and she does her best not to lie back on the table and possibly dislodge her wrist from his mouth. she doesn't know what to focus on, overwhelmed by the stinging in her wrists, his fingers in her slick cunt and him rubbing himself against her. she shifts her hips, hearing the table crack again. ]

That feels good, Stef. [ just in case he needs verbal encouragement on top of everything else. ]

( his table honestly didn't stand any kind of chance. not when it was the two of them with their combined strength deciding to fuck on top of it. even if it was just katherine on the table, she probably would have broken it.

he hasn't even taken his shorts off yet and he already feels like he could come. he's still in enough control to not but god, he could. he digs in deeper to wrist, letting himself be messy about it. the blood spills down his chin and tracks down his neck while he takes from her, fingers pumping into her at the same time.

he let's her wrist go so she can get a better look at his face, covered in her blood and fangs still extended and eyes still dark. he pulls his finger out so he can brush his fingers over her clit, pressing down over and over again. )

[ if he touches her clit again, she knows she's going to come. he's been working her up since the moment he kissed her, and katherine's feeling desperate to have him inside of her and biting her again. but she focuses on one thing, and that isn't his fingers working inside of her, but his face.

despite how her body seems to shudder, she looks up at him and brushes her fingers against his bloodied lips. blood drips down her arm and drops onto her, but she doesn't care. she wants to press her fingers into this unseen and invisible face of his. threading her fingers into his hair, she tugs him down to her so she can slope her mouth against his and taste her blood on his lips. she licks at his teeth, wanting to feel the pierce of his fangs against her tongue.

katherine moans, moving her hips into his hand and flattening her feet against the table so she can open herself up to him. she ignores the sound of wood splintering beneath the hard pressure of her heels and the bucking of her hips, she wants to taste her on his lips and tongue and feel his true face linger. ]

( when she pulls him into a kiss, stefan let's himself go, let's little pieces of his control fall away because he trusts her and he trusts that he's going to be okay with her. so, he scrapes his fangs against her tongue and swallows every single moan she makes.

he keeps his fingers against her clit, wanting to feel her coming while they shared the taste of her blood between them. he's merciless with the press of his fingers, rotating his thumb against her clit and flicking his nail against it while he licks his way into her mouth.

she's so close, he knows, and she's going to come while his true face is out, while she's seeing a side of him that he doesn't tend to let people see when he's close to them. )

[ it's him trusting her that gets to her most. he doesn't turn away, doesn't treat her like she's incapable of cradling him as he truly is between her legs. not once does she fret that he'll tear her neck open and rip her apart. stefan isn't the ripper. she doesn't see the veins beneath his eyes and think of him as anyone else but stefan salvatore.

she grips his hair tightly in her fingers and crushes her mouth against his. she wants to tilt her head back and ride out his finger against her clit, but she wants him to keep pressing her blood into her mouth. she wants his fangs in her neck, but she's far too selfish to let his mouth go to split open her skin.

katherine bites at his lips when her entire body shudders. this time, her hands don't dig into his back to tear at his skin; one stays in his hair and tugs his head away from hers while all of her power goes to her feet and hips. she cries out and bucks hard against his hand as she comes, the hand not in his hair smacking down against the table.

that seems to do it. combined with the hard press of her feet and the way her hips still roll into his hand, the squeaking of his table turns into audible splintering as it finally breaks beneath the pressure. ]

( she's going to come around his fingers and he's going to make sure it's not the first time. if he gets his wish, she'll come a few times tonight. she grinds down hard against his fingers and he watches her when she finally starts to come.

he keeps his fingers inside of her, letting her ride it out, trying to work her through it but then his fucking table breaks. it happens so suddenly that he doesn't even have a chance to grab for her to stop her from hitting the ground. the table breaks, the wood splinters and she hits the ground.

because she was holding onto him, he loses his balance, finding himself getting tugged down with her and ending up with part of his wooden table impaling his shoulder.

ow. )

[ she can smell blood, but not in the same way she did before when it had been hers on his lips. it's tangy and rich, and she feels a sharp pain near the small of her back that hadn't been there before. her heart's in her throat in a way that's completely different to how it had been beating rapidly in her chest only seconds ago.

it honestly takes her a few seconds to realise the blood's hers and his and the very sharp and non-sexy pain in her back is because the table's split beneath them. there's a thin piece sticking into the small of her back and right through the hand she'd smacked down on the late table.

she raises her hand and sees it shake, and when she looks to stefan, she sees he wood sticking into his shoulder. ]

Ow. [ the hand that had been in his hair is now on his other arm, gripping him a little tightly before she relaxes her hand. breathing heavily through the pain and her orgasm, she lifts her hand from his arm and presses it against her mouth. she hates that she laughs a little when she looks at his injured shoulder again and struggles to stifle it beneath her fingers. ] I promise this is not the kind of penetration I had in mind for you, Stefan.

[ then she starts laughing. ]

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