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( 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. ]

Oh my god.

( he really honestly can't believe that happened. he can't believe the table he'd wanted to take her on just smashed to pieces right underneath her, leaving them both wounds from the wood. he manages to roll onto his back atop the scattered mess, wrapping his hand around the piece of wood in his shoulder. )

I can't believe — ( he rips the piece of wood out and gasps, wincing down at he fresh flow of blood before turning to look at her. ) I can't believe that just happened.

( she'd come hard and they'd broken his table. they were both now wounded from the accidental obliteration of his table and he's torn between concern and laughter. )

Are you okay, Katherine? ( he rolls into a sitting position, hiding a smile behind his hand. )

[ pulling the thin, long splinter penetrating her hand out, she reaches for him and bows her head against his arm while her shoulders shake as she continues to laugh. she'll live; nothing has sliced through to split open her heart, even though she's sure her back's going to hurt for reasons that aren't him.

she tries to get a handle of herself and manages to do so, even though she's still smiling. her hands brush over the smooth skin of his torn shoulder, not wanting to poke her fingers into his wound when she isn't quite sure if she'll start laughing again. from what she can see, he looks okay, with only his shoulder wounded. ]

Something is sticking in my back. [ she reaches behind her and feels a thin strip of sharp wood poking into her. she doesn't pull it out, finding her arm's far too weak considering she starts to laugh again. what she does do is shift so she can fall into his chest and laugh against his neck. ] I'm sorry.

Why are you apologizing? It's not your fault that you're an incredibly strong half a millennia old vampire who didn't know to be gentle to a wood table.

( he wraps an arm around her, rubbing her back. when his fingers brush against the piece of wood, he peers down at her and gets his hand around it. he murmurs what he's going to do and then gives it a pull before tossing it aside and laughing again. )

I should have known better than to try and do that on a table. That's my fault. That table never stood a chance.

( it was not meant for two vampires to have sex on. )

[ katherine blushes when he speaks of her age and subsequent strength. she's spent far too long being reprimanded for her strength and vampirism that it's a surprise to hear it be so highly regarded.

feeling like she can breathe a lot better with that wood out of her, she touches her hand to his arm. she smirks, ] If you keep thinking that way, your bed won't stand a chance, either. [ as tempting as it is to break his bed, she doesn't want to do that. she'll start keeping in mind to maybe hold back so that his furniture can live to tell another tale.

shifting where she sits, she realises that this isn't the most attractive sight. her legs are still open and he does sit in between them, and now she's bloodied and he's bloodied. with a glance down to his hips, she can see that he's still hard in his shorts. well, then... ]

Let's get up. This is very uncomfortable and I'm very naked in splinters.

[ she starts to get up, very cautious of where she puts her feet even though they're both bound to get a splinter or two. ]

( oh, he's definitely still hard but he's trying not to think about it because they'd just broken his damn kitchen table after his mother had appeared in the very same kitchen they were in.

giving his head a shake at he absurdity of it all, he moves to get carefully to his feet, snagging her hand as he stands so he can pull her along with him. it's still late or early, he's not sure, but he's too wired to go to sleep. )

Come on, let's go clean up.

( it's not exactly easy to walk when he's still hard but he keeps ignoring it, leading her along to one of the bathrooms upstairs so they can clean up any blood and errant splinters.

he'll pick up the wreckage of the table tomorrow.

once inside the bathroom, he reaches for one of his towels and wets it before handing it to her. his own shoulder is still bleeding a bit but it's not as bad as it could have been. )

[ everything hurts, but what hurts most is her chest from her trying not to laugh. her giggles are on-and-off during their walk from his kitchen to his bathroom, and only seem to disappear once he hands her a towel.

he didn't think she was going to use it on herself, did he? she thanks him and steps into him to press it gently against his shoulder. ]

I can safely say that was the first time I ever did that.

[ she smiles up at him, still feeling incredibly sheepish and blushing just a little. she has never shied away from being expressive during sex, but what she has shied away from is showcasing her true power. it hasn't necessarily been to save the lives of furniture, but her own. it's a new experience for her to let go of herself and feel encouraged to do so.

knowing that he's hard and that his shoulder's been punctured because of her, she removes the towel she's dabbing against his shoulder and drops it to her feet. she lowers her mouth to his wound and starts licking at the blood.

it's the least she could do. ]

Wow, I actually got to take one of your firsts? I don't know if stabbing ourselves with people of a broken table that we tried to have sex on is a great one but I'll take it.

( as soon as she starts to dab at his shoulder, he protests but then she decides to lick at his blood and that protest dies in his throat. he reaches out to brace a hand against the wall while he looks down. )

What are you doing, Katherine? I thought we were going to get cleaned up. ( and he guesses this is...kind of doing that but it's also kind of making him aware that he's still very hard and still wants her despite the broken table and the stab wounds. )

[ pulling away from his shoulder, she sucks her bottom lip into her mouth to lap at his blood. her lips are stained a very faint red, much like his. ] I am, Stefan. [ she ensures to play coy, knowing that he had handed her that towel for a reason. maybe she should've wrapped it around herself despite the fact he'd wet it for a specific purpose.

furrowing her brows together, she feigns confusion, ] Would you rather I clean you up in a different way?

[ she sincerely doubts it if his heartbeat and hard cock are anything to go by. ]

Uh, no. I'm just —

( surprised this was still on her mind considering she'd come and then helped make the table completely come apart. he wasn't complaining but he was surprised because...well, because.

he'd thought he'd help her clean up, make sure no one was stuck with splinters and then go lay back down.

apparently not. )

This is good.

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