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[ 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.

[ god, he's a handsome idiot. did he really think she'd let him fuck her to orgasm and leave him hard and wanting just because his table broke beneath them? while she's certain there's a splinter in her back, it's shallow enough that she's sure she can pull it out later. she has bigger things to deal with—literally and figuratively. ]

I could make it better. [ "good" isn't good enough, and him thinking she's going to let him clean her up int the most pg way isn't acceptable, either.

she glances down at his hips then back at him. ensuring her voice is firm and commanding, ] Take off your shorts.

( yes, he really did think that and he would have been okay with that too considering the whole table debacle. but, she's proving him wrong and he's cool with that. he really is.

it's why he hooks his thumbs in his shorts quickly and slides them down, kicking them aside and leaving him naked and hard.

he licks his lips, )

Okay. ( he doesn't even know what he's saying okay too. ) I want that.

[ either he knows what she's planning to do or he's completely gobsmacked that she even wants to do anything to him after breaking his table. that needs to start changing, especially if it's the latter. doens't stefan know she wants to touch him?

stepping into him, katherine's hand brushes against his hipbone before her knuckles caress his inner thigh. it doesn't matter that he's already hard, she wants to tease him and take her time. she glances down and grasps his cock in her hand, ensuring her grip is gentle as she starts to stroke him. brushing her thumb against the head, she bows into his neck to kiss and suck at his skin. ]

( he's already hard, it's true, but her touch just seems to make him harder. he jumps, moaning out both his surprise and approval of her touch. his fingers curl against the wall that he's braced it on and he shivers.

he turns his face towards her, not so much to dislodge her but to be closer to her. he shudders, murmuring her name quietly and pressing into her hand a bit. )

[ katherine lifts away from his neck to face him, pressing her mouth against his as she moves her hand along him and brushes her thumb against the head of his cock again. all she wants is to feel him shudder against her, which she thinks she can easily achieve given that she has her hand on his dick and she's stark naked.

but she has a feeling something else might make him lose control. maybe it's arrogant to assume, but katherine moves away from his mouth to kiss her way down his neck and chest. she doesn't take her time with her descent; her hand movements slow as she makes her way down the line of his torso and lowers herself onto her knees. kissing his hipbone, she picks up her pace in pumping him before she sucks on the head of his cock. ]

Oh god.

( she's on her knees in front of him in his bathroom and they're both naked and bleeding. just the thought of it makes stefan shudder and shake. he reaches down, threading his fingers through his hair, fingers scratching at her scalp a bit. )

Katherine, god.

( his vocabulary gets severely depleted when she does things like this. he knows it does, she knows it does and he doesn't even care. )

[ if he wants to deplete his vocabulary to katherine or katherine, oh god or even call her a god, she won't mind. stripping stefan of his prized words to hear him incapable of stringing together a simple sentence is worth the ache in her knees and the sting in her back.

she briefly considers going easy on him, but she wouldn't be katherine pierce, diabolical mastermind, for no reason. holding him at his base, katherine glances up at him as she slowly slides along his length and takes him into her mouth. that may have backfired; seeing him standing naked above her shoots arousal through her entire body.

closing her eyes, she brushes her tongue along his shaft, wanting him to shudder and buck and feel good about himself. with the hand that isn't on his cock, she palms his ass. ]

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