( she's deferring and he knows he is but he doesn't feel like pressing the subject especially when she's tucked against him and it feels as good as he does. he's selfish and he doesn't want to ruin that with a potentially uncomfortable conversation. )
What's wrong with my Mystic Falls friends? ( he laughs quietly as he says it, turning his face to look down at her. ) They're nice.
[ peering up at him, she rolls her eyes. ] Did you forget who your friends are in my amazing company?
[ clearly. who can blame him? truthfully, all his other friends are pretty forgettable... except for lexi, of course.
tapping her fingers lightly against his side, she shifts so that she can rest her head a little higher on his shoulder. ] Your friends are either very old, undead beings or they're literal teenagers. [ she shrugs, wanting him to physically feel how she's not exactly judging. she's in no place to, anyway. ] It's good you've expanded your social circle and met new people. You'll learn about different life experiences and things, and maybe finally be convinced to never go to school ever again in your long life.
( the school thing, that is. he laughs, giving his head a shake. if it's not his hair, it's the fact that he'd gone to school numerous times. he supposes there are worse things she could pick on him with so he doesn't really sound all that irritated. )
Going to school isn't that bad. I like learning.
( even if he'd learned almost all there was to know and lived through a lot of it as well. )
Why not college? [ she looks up at him pointedly, ] College men are hot. Not to mention, actually considered to be men.
[ just saying! does he not see how he's narrowing his horizons and opportunities by going back to freaking twelfth grade? why does he want to hang out with children so desperately? the football jerseys are pretty hot, but other than that, she doesn't get it. college, she can understand a little more. ]
You could pull off being a professor. You'd be like Indiana Jones, minus the whole… adventurer and exciting secret life.
I had no idea that Katherine Pierce was a career counselor.
( he chuckles, shaking his head. he doesn't think he's going to go back to school, high school or college, for awhile if again but it's amusing to hear her try and steer him away from high school. )
I'm not going to go to high school or college. I'm not really interested in doing that here.
[ she playfully pouts. ] And here I was, practicing my sideline cheering for your next football game.
[ she's so cut up about not being able to sit on any bleachers and watch boys run back and forth in the distance. her eyesight may be better than most, but even she hates football games. what's the point of going if she can't see anything?
but his answer makes her curious. who is stefan when he's not getting an education? he'd been receiving one in 1864, even if it lacked a classroom. a part of her is excited to find out. ]
( stefan can see her sticking around for a few moments of a football game, just enough to see that she hated it before she picked up her stuff and left to go shopping. )
I'm sorry to dash your hopes. I'm not going to be playing any football games here. There seems to be a lot of other things here that take up my time.
[ she arches her brow. sliding her hand to his chest, she draws various shapes against his skin with her fingertips. she has a feeling she knows his answer, but... it's never right to assume, is it? besides... she wants to hear him say it. ]
What could be more important than you in a jersey and very tight pants?
( he shrugs, curious if she's looking for a list or if just a general answer of 'stuff' is enough. )
Being friends with you, for one. ( he'd almost said being with you but he doesn't know how that would have gone over considering he's...not. because she's with someone else. )
[ he's stefan. of course, she wants a detailed list, but any desire she has in prodding him for one dies with his response.
it's her own fault. she peers up at him with a slight furrow to her brow and in surprise. her heartbeat picks up without her permission and she feels like she's on top of the world for him to consider his friendship with her to be one of the most important things in his life. while she's had some friends over the years, the most notable being pearl, she's never really had him as a friend.
she's trying to play it cool. ] It would make your friend very happy if you did wear very tight pants one day.
[ she rolls her eyes. ] Your jeans are not as good as those football tights.
[ does she wish she got to see him play football for that one hot minute? of course. she's sure he was pretty hot and had all the girls swooning. it's the only reason why she'd ever support him going back to school.
sometimes it was like he chose purposefully loose jeans that do nothing for his figure. her reason for liking his cute bed shorts is because they leave absolutely nothing to the imagination, and she likes that.
You can check but that doesn't mean I'm going to wear them.
( he likes his jeans and he likes the other pants he wears. he likes being comfortable and he doesn't know if he'd be comfortable in tight pants like she seems to want. )
My jeans might not be as good as football tights but I still like wearing them. And I'm comfortable in them. I don't need tight pants.
[ she smiles sweetly up at him, knowing that this could potentially be playing dirty. does she think stefan will do anything he can for her? yes, partly... she also knows he will straight up deny her if he wants to.
all she wants is for him to wear the football tights once to fulfil her footballer fantasy. it's just an added bonus her other fantasy is wearing them. ]
[ she smiles up at him. ] Technically, you're not wearing any.
[ just to be a pain in the ass.
it's fine. she'll try and get him to wear those tights for just an hour on one day, and she'll make do with his jeans, wifebeaters, and very cute shorts. he could wear a potato sack and she'd still want to jump his bones. ]
( he could get up and put on some pants if she was going to be like that. he wouldn't because he was comfortable and warm and he doesn't want to disrupt this nice little...cocoon they seem to have built but he could. )
You're not either. ( so, they matched. ) Do you want me to put on pants before I fall asleep?
katherine ensures to press her palm down hard against his chest in case he does think to get up. she doesn't want him to get up and break the comfort of lying together. if he does, then they're back to square one... whatever that looks like for them.
and she... does like him being naked. stefan's hot. she's not blind or oblivious. ]
Do you want me to go put one of your shirts on before I fall asleep?
( so, that wasn't a very good threat. it was true that he likes her naked too but seeing her in his shirt? it warms something in his stomach, something familiar and cozy that he knows he can't voice because he doesn't think she'll want it. )
[ she taps his chest, as if she wants him to respond to her right now with how long she has to lie naked on his bed before she can pilfer her next stefan shirt. he's definitely not getting it back.
she readjusts so that she can lie on his arm and peer up at him and see his face. she has always liked his eyes, and they look so much brighter from this angle.
smiling, ] How much later? I'm starting to get very cold...
[ she begins to slide her arm along his chest as if she's going to pull herself away from him, but she only pushes herself more firmly against his side. tucking her hand beneath him, she hugs him to her. ]
Turns out I can't move. [ she shakes her head against his arm and feigns a very put-out sigh. stretching her legs, she uses that as her opportunity to thread them between his to lock herself in place.
with a smile, she sounds very amused, ] You were very rough.
[ turns out, she wants to be very naked with him. ]
( so really, it was both their faults. he sighs when she pulls him closer instead of pushing him away. while she was surprised when she wasn't rejected, stefan was constantly surprised that she was still here.
he'd gotten far too used to people wanting to be with him then changing their minds. )
I'll be sure to get you coffee tomorrow to make up for it.
[ and very domestic, too. she doesn't think much on it, wanting to enjoy this for as long as she can. katherine wiggles against him as she gets comfortable. ]
One day you'll give me breakfast in bed. I haven't had a man deliver me breakfast while wearing very cute, tight shorts before.
[ she's never had stefan do it. that's the appeal.
she sighs dramatically, nuzzling his arm. ] Considering I probably won't be able to walk tomorrow because of someone.... It's the least he could do for me.
( he supposes he does have few things in his pantry to make some kind of breakfast. but he can't just give in and agree automatically. that makes it too easy for her. )
Maybe.
( again, no promises. ) I guess you'll have to wait and see if I feel like doing that tomorrow.
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What's wrong with my Mystic Falls friends? ( he laughs quietly as he says it, turning his face to look down at her. ) They're nice.
( sometimes. )
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[ clearly. who can blame him? truthfully, all his other friends are pretty forgettable... except for lexi, of course.
tapping her fingers lightly against his side, she shifts so that she can rest her head a little higher on his shoulder. ] Your friends are either very old, undead beings or they're literal teenagers. [ she shrugs, wanting him to physically feel how she's not exactly judging. she's in no place to, anyway. ] It's good you've expanded your social circle and met new people. You'll learn about different life experiences and things, and maybe finally be convinced to never go to school ever again in your long life.
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( the school thing, that is. he laughs, giving his head a shake. if it's not his hair, it's the fact that he'd gone to school numerous times. he supposes there are worse things she could pick on him with so he doesn't really sound all that irritated. )
Going to school isn't that bad. I like learning.
( even if he'd learned almost all there was to know and lived through a lot of it as well. )
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[ just saying! does he not see how he's narrowing his horizons and opportunities by going back to freaking twelfth grade? why does he want to hang out with children so desperately? the football jerseys are pretty hot, but other than that, she doesn't get it. college, she can understand a little more. ]
You could pull off being a professor. You'd be like Indiana Jones, minus the whole… adventurer and exciting secret life.
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( he chuckles, shaking his head. he doesn't think he's going to go back to school, high school or college, for awhile if again but it's amusing to hear her try and steer him away from high school. )
I'm not going to go to high school or college. I'm not really interested in doing that here.
( so lucky her. )
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[ she's so cut up about not being able to sit on any bleachers and watch boys run back and forth in the distance. her eyesight may be better than most, but even she hates football games. what's the point of going if she can't see anything?
but his answer makes her curious. who is stefan when he's not getting an education? he'd been receiving one in 1864, even if it lacked a classroom. a part of her is excited to find out. ]
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( stefan can see her sticking around for a few moments of a football game, just enough to see that she hated it before she picked up her stuff and left to go shopping. )
I'm sorry to dash your hopes. I'm not going to be playing any football games here. There seems to be a lot of other things here that take up my time.
( like her. )
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[ she arches her brow. sliding her hand to his chest, she draws various shapes against his skin with her fingertips. she has a feeling she knows his answer, but... it's never right to assume, is it? besides... she wants to hear him say it. ]
What could be more important than you in a jersey and very tight pants?
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( he shrugs, curious if she's looking for a list or if just a general answer of 'stuff' is enough. )
Being friends with you, for one. ( he'd almost said being with you but he doesn't know how that would have gone over considering he's...not. because she's with someone else. )
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it's her own fault. she peers up at him with a slight furrow to her brow and in surprise. her heartbeat picks up without her permission and she feels like she's on top of the world for him to consider his friendship with her to be one of the most important things in his life. while she's had some friends over the years, the most notable being pearl, she's never really had him as a friend.
she's trying to play it cool. ] It would make your friend very happy if you did wear very tight pants one day.
[ what a smooth recovery. ]
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( he can hear her heart start to race and he opens his mouth to question it, ask her why but then he closes it again and sighs. )
One day, maybe I'll wear tight pants. But, until then, you'll have to make due with what I wear on a daily basis.
( his jeans would have to suffice. )
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[ does she wish she got to see him play football for that one hot minute? of course. she's sure he was pretty hot and had all the girls swooning. it's the only reason why she'd ever support him going back to school.
sometimes it was like he chose purposefully loose jeans that do nothing for his figure. her reason for liking his cute bed shorts is because they leave absolutely nothing to the imagination, and she likes that.
jokingly, ] I wonder if they sell any here...
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( he likes his jeans and he likes the other pants he wears. he likes being comfortable and he doesn't know if he'd be comfortable in tight pants like she seems to want. )
My jeans might not be as good as football tights but I still like wearing them. And I'm comfortable in them. I don't need tight pants.
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[ she smiles sweetly up at him, knowing that this could potentially be playing dirty. does she think stefan will do anything he can for her? yes, partly... she also knows he will straight up deny her if he wants to.
all she wants is for him to wear the football tights once to fulfil her footballer fantasy. it's just an added bonus her other fantasy is wearing them. ]
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( he would consider it but he seems to do okay with her when it comes to his jeans so he doesn't know if he has a real need to wear tight pants. )
Maybe I will, maybe I won't. But right now, I think I'm going to stick to the pants I have on.
( maybe one day he'd surprise her. )
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[ just to be a pain in the ass.
it's fine. she'll try and get him to wear those tights for just an hour on one day, and she'll make do with his jeans, wifebeaters, and very cute shorts. he could wear a potato sack and she'd still want to jump his bones. ]
I like this look.
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( he could get up and put on some pants if she was going to be like that. he wouldn't because he was comfortable and warm and he doesn't want to disrupt this nice little...cocoon they seem to have built but he could. )
You're not either. ( so, they matched. ) Do you want me to put on pants before I fall asleep?
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katherine ensures to press her palm down hard against his chest in case he does think to get up. she doesn't want him to get up and break the comfort of lying together. if he does, then they're back to square one... whatever that looks like for them.
and she... does like him being naked. stefan's hot. she's not blind or oblivious. ]
Do you want me to go put one of your shirts on before I fall asleep?
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( so, that wasn't a very good threat. it was true that he likes her naked too but seeing her in his shirt? it warms something in his stomach, something familiar and cozy that he knows he can't voice because he doesn't think she'll want it. )
But no, you can wear one of my shirts. Later.
( after they sleep. )
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[ she taps his chest, as if she wants him to respond to her right now with how long she has to lie naked on his bed before she can pilfer her next stefan shirt. he's definitely not getting it back.
she readjusts so that she can lie on his arm and peer up at him and see his face. she has always liked his eyes, and they look so much brighter from this angle.
smiling, ] How much later? I'm starting to get very cold...
[ she's not. she's very, very warm. ]
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( but really... )
If you truly want to get up and put on one of my shirts, you can. ( he waves a hand towards his dresser. ) I won't stop you.
( did she really not want to be naked with him? )
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Turns out I can't move. [ she shakes her head against his arm and feigns a very put-out sigh. stretching her legs, she uses that as her opportunity to thread them between his to lock herself in place.
with a smile, she sounds very amused, ] You were very rough.
[ turns out, she wants to be very naked with him. ]
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( so really, it was both their faults. he sighs when she pulls him closer instead of pushing him away. while she was surprised when she wasn't rejected, stefan was constantly surprised that she was still here.
he'd gotten far too used to people wanting to be with him then changing their minds. )
I'll be sure to get you coffee tomorrow to make up for it.
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[ and very domestic, too. she doesn't think much on it, wanting to enjoy this for as long as she can. katherine wiggles against him as she gets comfortable. ]
One day you'll give me breakfast in bed. I haven't had a man deliver me breakfast while wearing very cute, tight shorts before.
[ she's never had stefan do it. that's the appeal.
she sighs dramatically, nuzzling his arm. ] Considering I probably won't be able to walk tomorrow because of someone.... It's the least he could do for me.
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( he supposes he does have few things in his pantry to make some kind of breakfast. but he can't just give in and agree automatically. that makes it too easy for her. )
Maybe.
( again, no promises. ) I guess you'll have to wait and see if I feel like doing that tomorrow.
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