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You should know what I think.

( he's told her time and time again that he thinks she's beautiful in her clothes and out of them. she has to know what he thinks now but maybe she wants something a little more detailed.

or maybe this will freak her out. )

I think your skin is so soft and warm that it makes it hard not to want to kiss. ( but he leans closer and kisses her shoulder anyway. ) I think that the thought of these under your clothes would drive me wild and make me loose my control in private or public.

( he tries to drag the straps down a little more. ) I think you saved my life tonight and I'm the one getting the reward for it.

( don't argue, katherine. ) I think I haven't been more comfortable in the last few years of my life than I have been these last few weeks.

[ all she can do is stay still and watch him, with only her gaze moving. any and all of her bravado is gone. he could completely undress her and she'd find herself utterly too distracted to react.

she is so grateful he doesn't call her an angel. if he did, she doesn't quite know what she'd do. his words in 1864 had frightened her, and she finds that she's back there, outside of her bedroom door, listening to stefan pour his heart out without a lick of compulsion.

her heartbeat's picked up, a mix of anxiety and hearing sentiments she's wanted to hear for a very long time. ]

Are you really? [ she says it quietly. her eyes narrow slightly, but it's only in thought. she isn't quite sure how she feels, but she can identify one of the emotions swirling inside of her—it's hope that that's very much true. ] More comfortable than you've been.

I wouldn't say it if it wasn't the truth. Not now, not to you.

( but in comparison to how his life had been right before he'd come here and how it had started out, just spending time with her and her family the past few weeks had been comforting and relaxing. he'd been able to help someone he cared about and he'd been able to get to know her a little deeper than he already had.

he reaches around to try and unclasp the bra but he doesn't pull it down just yet. )

Yes.

[ katherine relaxes her arms so that he can pull her bra off whenever he wants to. she's done it numerous times before that having stefan do it feels like he's peeling away one of her many layers. having him do it feels far more significant.

glancing down, she admits quietly, ] You're not the only one who feels that way.

[ if her losing her cool over him potentially dying is anything to go by… she doesn't do grief anymore. it's one of those fleeting feelings she feels then discards like people. but stefan has this ability to crawl beneath her skin and nest there, and he's done it again. if anything had happened to him, she doesn't know what she would've done... but the entire harren hospital staff would've suffered for it. ]

I'm glad.

( after a moment or so of admiring her, stefan finally reaches to pull the bra off of her, tossing it aside and sitting back to look at her again. it's nothing new, he's seen her naked a lot over the last few weeks but it never gets old for him.

he takes a deep breath and exhales, eyes lifting to meet hers. )

You're beautiful.

[ this feels a lot different to every other time she's been naked. it honestly feels like the first time all over again, where stefan had been completely in awe of her. she does feel the compulsion to cross her arms over her chest, but she simply looks down at him and keeps her arms against her sides.

she doesn't particularly want to hide tonight, not after everything that's transpired. only lowering her gaze for a moment, she keeps her eyes on his, her lips parted as she doesn't say anything. it's probably for the best she doesn't right now. she uncharacteristically finds herself without them.

she does wear faint stains of his blood across the lower half of her face and her neck with a few tiny splatters on her chest.

reaching for one of his hands, she encloses her fingers around his wrist and gently draws it up to her face. kissing a few of his fingertips, she brings his hand to the base of her neck and presses her fingers against the back of his to have him flatten his palm out.

all she wants to do is guide his hand down her chest to her heart that he has to hear is beating a little too quickly. ]

( at her encouragement, stefan splays his hand out against her chest and then moves it down, letting it rest against the thumping of her heart. he watches that area like he can see her heart beating before he looks back at her. )

Are you all right?

( her heart's beating so fast and he's not sure if it's because of his words or that she's half naked in front of him. she hasn't told him not to say what he's said so he's going to take that as a good sign. )

[ she hums, nodding her head. then quietly, ] Yes.

[ if anyone shouldn't be all right, it's him, but stefan seems far more like himself than he had been previously. katherine's heart races in her chest because of his words and simply by having him near. it's a little easier to draw his attention away from how he affects her when she's always pushing and pulling for his attention in other ways. ]

Are you?

[ she imagines she knows the answer to that. she takes his other hand and plants it on her hip and rests her hand on the top of his on her chest. ]

Your heart's racing.

( and yes, he's fine. he's just never felt her heart beat this fast. he smiles at her, fingers scratching lightly at her hip before leaning up towards her. )

Is it because I said you were beautiful? Because you are.

( can he make her heart beat even faster than it is? )

[ seriously, has he purposefully chosen to forget her telling him not to call her that? every time he does, she feels like her guard is being jeopardised. all she wants is to let him in while running far, far away from him. comments like that don't exist in a vacuum, and katherine doesn't want to see where it leads her to.

her heartbeat does pick up just a little. ]

Because I'm practically naked and on top of you? [ she looks at him pointedly, although her expression and tone lack a lot of sharpness.

she moves his hand so he's palming her breast, hoping that the weight of her is far more distracting than her heartbeat (which does pick up with this action, too).

she's going to claim back the reins of this and she'll play as dirty as she has to to do so. ]

Maybe.

( that could very well be part of it but he doesn't think that's all of it. he let's her guide his hand to her breast and he kneads her with his fingers, rolling a thumb over her nipple gently. )

But it could also be because I'm calling you beautiful. Because you are. You are, Katherine.

( and he's not letting her just distract him from this. she deserves to know that he thinks that. )

[ she's heard him loud and unfortunately very, very clearly. maybe guiding his hand to her breast hadn't been the smartest idea, given that her heart stutters and she lightly gasps when he rolls his thumb over her nipple. but she is nothing but determined.

she wants to hear him say it, but she also doesn't. she doesn't know why he feels the need to call her that, and she sincerely doubts he understands why she doesn't want him to. ]

Uh-huh.

[ placing her hands on his shoulders, she lifts herself up slightly so she can lower herself right into his lap. she ensures to wriggle down against him, hoping that the weight of her directly on his cock is enough of a distraction to stop. she'd move his hand from her hip and slide it beneath her panties to feel how wet she is, but she much prefers to grind down on him right now. ]

( she's desperately trying to get him to stop what he's doing and while he's very fine with the way she's going about it, he doesn't want to let her just win without putting up a fight.

stefan shudders, head tipping backwards and breath gusting out of him in surprise. his hand on her breast grows heavier, thumb rolling harder against her nipple while she grinds down against him. )

That's right, uh huh. You're beautiful, Katherine. You're so beautiful.

( he manages to get that out in a quick, strained whisper but it's still steady and still confident. )

[ it seems like everything is backfiring. she should've known stefan would be stubborn and she should've known he'd fight back and play just as dirty. but she simultaneously wants him to stop and keep going, even if she doesn't want to allow herself to snatch from him what he's giving her.

she arches her chest into his hand, gasping as she rolls her hips into his. grabbing his hand at her hip, she moves it to curve around her ass so she can try and press down against his fingers. ]

You're delirious. [ she tilts her head back slightly, closing her eyes for a moment to enjoy the feeling of his hand heavy on her breast and his cock. she smiles and shakes her head. ] You've lost so much blood.

Stop fighting me on this.

( she's certainly fighting him now when it comes to his compliments of her. he can still get those words out, that argument out even while he's rolling his thumb over her nipple continuously and she's bearing down on him.

when she puts his hand on her ass, he squeezes there too but still manages to keep his eyes on her. )

Let me call you beautiful.

[ simple answer to both: no.

she bears down harder onto him, making a noise in the back of her throat when she manages to rub her clit against him. she wants his shorts and her panties off right now. ]

You have. [ withdrawing a hand from his shoulder, she presses it hard against the back of his hand on her breast to try and stop him from torturing her. it's her fault for maneuvering his hand there in the first place, but she doesn't care. she really needs him to stop touching her like he has all his wits about him while he robs her of her own.

she peers down at him and tilts her head to the side to inform him, ] Multiple times.

[ so now he can stop, and she can win this little battle. ]

And yet, I get the feeling you don't think I mean it.

( she is not going to win this one. he's going to do everything he can to get it through her head that he finds her beautiful and her brushing him off wasn't going to stop him. )

But I do, Katherine, I do. Inside and out.

( he doesn't stop touching her but she hasn't managed to shut him up yet so he's going to keep talking even while he moves to twist her nipple with his fingers. )

[ that's not entirely true. katherine suspects he means it, which is why she needs him to stop talking. the more he says, the worst it gets. she simultaneously wants him to mean it with every cell in his body, but she also doesn't want him to at all. the consequences of him meaning it is far scarier than she'd like to admit because she stupidly wants him to.

she continues to rock against his hips, moaning at his hand on her breast. she should rip his hand away, but katherine decides to glide hers through his hair, with one drifting along his back to pull him closer. he's so warm and solid beneath her hand that she drags her nails lightly along his spine to try and make him lose his breath.

with the hand in his hair, she tugs on it to pull his head back. she peers down at him and breathes out as firmly as possible, ] You need to stop talking.

[ but it just comes out breathlessly and like it's an encouragement for him not to listen to her. ]

No.

( if she wants him to stop talking, she's going to have to do better than just yanking his head back though he does like that. but it also means he's looking right at her, gaze catching hers. he lifts his fingers off her breast to lick her lips before they return, moving across her nipple once more. )

I want you to know that you're beautiful and I think that, Katherine. I think it and I think it a lot. You're beautiful and I want you and you saved my life and I thank you.

( he was not cooperating with her. )

Okay. [ she gasps, breath catching in her throat when his fingers return to her nipple. she pulls on his hair a little harder, aggravated that he won't heel when she tells him to. gritting her teeth, she peers down at him. ] Fine.

[ her heart pounds in her chest from his ministrations and his words. she may still not want to let them wash over her, but the stupid romantic who wants this idiotic boy relishes in it. this isn't the first time he's told her he wants her, and she doubts it'll be the last. she wishes the first time he'd said as much had been in the throes of this and not him simply standing in his bathroom with her wrapped around him. ]

Then show me. [ shifting back against his thighs, she withdraws her hand from his back and slides it along his side and to his hips. she wastes little time in sliding her hand beneath the waistband of his underwear to wrap her fingers around his cock. ] You know I'm not very good at listening.

[ it'll at least get him to stop talking. ]

Show you — show you what?

( he hasn't forgotten, no. he just wants to hear her say it. he wants to hear her say what he's been telling her and he wants to hear it in that firm, almost irritated tone she's giving him right now.

but while he doesn't stop talking, his voice does stutter as soon as she reaches down and wraps a hand around him. his hips lift into her hand but he doesn't make a move just yet.

because he wants to hear her. )

Tell me, Katherine.

[ he thinks he's snared her, and she thinks of giving into him and letting him have this... but she doesn't want to fold so easily. she doesn't want to fold at all, despite it seeming like that's where this is leading. wanting to hold her ground, she tries to use her hand to her advantage.

with him lifting his hips up, she takes that as her encouragement to brush her thumb over his head. her fingers are slow in moving up and down along the length of him. she wants to torture him in return.

she smirks at him. ] You know what.

Say it.

( she's not the only one who can be firm and authoritative when they want to be. yes, she might have him leaning towards just trying to take her and not talk anymore but he's not there yet.

not yet. )

If you want me to show you something, you have to tell me what, Katherine.

( he hisses, reveling in how her hand feels around him but he can still talk and he's going to push this as far as it can go. )

Oo, bossy. [ she smiles down at him.

he should know by now that when she digs her heels in, it's very, very hard to make her budge. she doesn't even need to try and find a tangent—he provides one of her. after all, he gives her an inch and she always, without a doubt, takes a mile.

she makes sure to move her hand up and down the entire length of him at a slow pace she hopes will only make him more impatient. brushing her hair away from her shoulders, she reaches out to touch his face with her other hand, unable to help herself with tracing his jawline. ] I like this Stefan.

( stefan shivers, unable to help himself. it feels too good to keep himself totally on lockdown and he knows he doesn't need to do that anyway. not with her. but he still doesn't want to completely give in and give her what she wants.

besides, he's enjoying himself right now. )

Say it, Katherine.

( he pulls a hand away from her breast and grabs at her other hip, tugging her closer against him and down against his cock. )

Say. It.

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