manipulative | deerington contact.

[ 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.

[ katherine gasps when he tugs her closer. her smile's temporarily knocked away as she plants her hand against his back and the one around his cock pauses in its movements.

well, she did tell him she liked him being bossy.

shifting slightly, she moves her hand to curve against his side. she wants to refuse him until he forgets what he's asking her to do. she doesn't want to give him the satisfaction of hearing her say it when she's been so vehement about him not saying it. but she wants him to touch her, and the one way that's going to happen is if she gives him what he wants.

rolling her hips against his, katherine focuses on the sensation of rubbing herself against his cock through the fabric of her panties. it's almost like she's intending on driving him so crazy doing this that he has no other choice but to give in.

pressing her lips together in a very thin line, she lets out a slow and annoyed breath. looking over the top of his hair, she begrudgingly utters, ] Show me how you find me beautiful.

Was that so hard to admit?

( stefan doesn't immediately do anything but then he reaches up and shoves her backwards, off his lap, and doesn't waste time in covering her body with his. he drags his mouth up her bare torso, licking over one nipple and then biting very lightly before coming up and kissing her. )

You want me to show you how you're beautiful? How much I like to look at you?

( because after nearly dying, he's feeling like he wants to show her so many things that she doesn't believe. )

[ katherine laughs when she finds herself suddenly on her back. when she starts to sit up on her forearms, he's on top of her and licking her. she lies flat on her back and arches into him, sighing as she shivers. she knows it's best not to let her guard down with him right now, but she closes her eyes for a moment and enjoys his weight pressing her down and him doing what she'd told him to do.

biting her tongue for as long as she can, she reaches up to drag her nails up his spine. she wants to say no to all of his questions, but if she does, he might pull away froom her entirely. and now that she has stefan salvatore on top of her...

she leans up to try and kiss beneath his jaw, determined as ever to try and grasp the reins from him. ]

Yes.

[ that it's hard to admit and she wants him to show her just how much he likes looking at her. ]

( if she's on her back and he's the one controlling things, he doesn't think she's going to be able to take anything back from him.

he sighs, pressing his hips down into hers and letting his cock rub against her belly. he knows he should take off his shorts and her panties but he doesn't. not yet. let her think she was doing well in driving him insane and while she was, he wasn't going to let himself get overwhelmed.

he rocks several times against her but makes no move to strip them both of the rest of their clothes. )

[ he's so frustratingly hot. katherine expects him to pull her panties down and slip inside of her, but he keeps rocking against her stomach like he's incapable of any other thought that isn't following the sensation of him rubbing against her. she'd pull at him so she can bare herself, but she keeps her arms where they are, unable to really think as she enjoys the feeling and sight of him teasing her.

heart racing in her chest, she tries t control her breathing but she can hear it growing shallower by the second. ] Stefan.

[ she wants to wrap her legs around his waist, so she lifts herself up, wondering if he's going to allow her to even do that.

frustrated, she glares at him, ] Come on.

Do you not like this, Katherine?

( he knows she does because he can hear her heart thumping in her chest and she's warm and tugging at him. if she really wanted to end this, she'd use her superior strength and flip them.

but the fact that she isn't means he's doing something right. he meets her glare and smirks before dropping his hips down against hers and bearing down as hard as he's able to without hurting either of them. )

[ he has to know she likes it. anything he does or wants to do is something she's going to thoroughly enjoy because it's him. but letting him in on that secret is making things far too easy for him.

biting her bottom lip, katherine makes a strangled noise in the back of her throat before she opens her mouth and moans. nails digging into his shoulders, she bucks her hips up into his, wanting to feel him bear down on her a lot harder.

when she feels like she's gotten herself under control, she shakes her head. ] Not at all.

Oh, then maybe I'll stop.

( and while he does stop moving, he doesn't move off of her. he doesn't go that far though he's absolutely going to make her eat her words if he can. he doesn't move after that, choosing instead to drop a few light, quick kisses against her face before pulling up and looking down at her. )

I'm so sorry you don't like it. I'll be sure to stop and go do something else.

[ she's already eating them. glaring up at him, she hates that he's worked her up to only slow down and be gentle. doesn't he know he's supposed to keep going just to prove her wrong?

attempting to swallow and bite down any sounds that could otherwise contradict her, she grits her teeth and shifts against him, hating the way her body shivers. ]

Something else? [ she uses this opportunity to hook her legs around him in a vice-like grip. she hasn't used her strength against him, but she's considering doing so now in case he thinks to get up and off of her. ] Like what?

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