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( 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. ]

( he's been turned on and hard for so long that it doesn't take much more than her taking all of his cock into her mouth for him to jerk forward. he apologizes quickly though because he knows it might choke her and he doesn't want to do that but he can't help himself.

she feels so good and she's making him feel so good when she really didn't have to after the whole incident with the table. he shudders, curving a hand around her head and holding her against him for a second before letting go.

the hand on his ass makes him jump and shiver again and he presses back into it because he can't help himself. )

[ thankfully, she already knows what he's like when he's receiving head. katherine's a quick learner, and so she ensures that she relaxes with his cock in her mouth when he bucks into her and holds her in place. she can already feel herself growing wet again, liking him taking some semblance of control—and not being able to help himself in how he reacts to her.

she slides along him until she releases him, using her hand to stroke him in the absence of her mouth. removing her hand from his ass, she wipes her fingers against her lips as she pants. she doesn't look up at him when she says quietly, ] Stop apologising, Stefan. [ it seems ingrained in him to feel bad about every natural reaction he seems to have when feeling pleasure. that needs to stop somehow.

shifting on her knees, she widens her legs slightly before she gives his ass a light smack and then grabs it. she takes him back into her mouth, taking him in until he hits the back of her throat again. then she starts moving up and down, ensuring her tongue and lips play with his head to have him shudder and buck. ]

( stefan almost apologizes for apologizing but his words die on his tongue as she swallows him down and he shudders violently. he manages to hold back thrusting forward this time but he doesn't know just how long he can do that.

he reaches down, holding a hand against the back of her head, pushing himself closer to her when she starts moving down on his cock. he winds some of her hair around his hand, giving it a tug, gentle though it is.

he's not sure if he wants her to get him off like this or if he wants to pull her up and turn her around and fuck her so they both get off. he thinks he has some time though before he makes that decision so he moans loudly, head tipping back and fingers tightening against her head. )

[ good, he doesn't apologise. if he did, she thinks she'd pull away from him and make it a point not to suck him off if he says sorry one more time. there's nothing to apologise for if he's having a good time, which is exactly the point she's trying to make.

she moans when he tugs on her hair, wanting him to be just a little rougher. she imagines that might be asking a lot from him—stefan is always in control, always aware of his own strength and how he can hurt someone if he's not careful. but katherine trusts him now not to hurt her, even though he's the one in the most vulnerable position. so, she simply pushes up into his fingers as best she can while having his cock in her mouth, trying to encourage him to keep going.

she doesn't take him as deeply as she did before, moving along him so that she can glide her tongue against him. a part of her wants him to beg for it, and another just wants to feel him grip her hair for purchase. she grips the back of his leg with her other hand, digging her fingers in hard enough to leave a few bruises. ]

( he doesn't know if he's ready to completely let go of his control with her yet. he trusts her and he knows she can stop him from hurting her but so soon after the ripper binge means he's keeping extra tight control over things like that.

he shudders, back bowing as his hips thrust forward. he might not want to lose complete control but he doesn't stop himself from being a little rough and thrusting his hips forward in the hopes that she'll be able to handle it.

the hand in her hair tightens and he uses it to bring her against him, shuddering when he slides back into her mouth and hits the back of her throat. he holds himself there, panting hard before loosening his grip and letting her hair go. )

[ jesus christ. if katherine could actually swear as she is right now, she would. she doesn't expect him to pull her along his cock, but when he does she moans before she goes quiet, holding her breath before she can let some of him slide out of her mouth. her cunt aches for her to touch herself, but she keeps her hand on the back of his thigh to steady herself and just in case he needs either encouragement or discouragement from his impulses.

she pulls away from his cock until she only has his head between her lips, then she slides her tongue over his slit to feel him buck and hear him moan. her hand glides along the slickness of him as she pulls away from him, removing her hand from his thigh to wipe the back of it against her wet mouth.

she can only imagine what her hair looks like when she looks up at him. she's breathing hard, her chest heaving, and she keeps herself sitting as she is. ] Do you want to keep fucking my mouth?

[ maybe it's unfair to ask him such a question when her hand's still working him, but katherine has never been fair to begin with. ]

( the answer to that question is both yes and no. yes, because it feels so good and he could come so easily because she knows how to work him but no because he wants more. he wants her and he wants to be inside of her especially tonight, especially after everything.

so, he shakes his head dumbly but before she can think he's rejecting or wanting her to stop, he manages to find his voice. )

I do but not tonight. Tonight, I want — ( he reaches down, trying to encourage her to stand up. he doesn't know if there's anything to break in this bathroom but he doesn't care.

he wants her so much right now. he wants to wrap himself around her and be inside her and feel like someone's finally not going to turn their backs and walk away. )

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