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[ frowning, she glances up at him with her eyes slightly narrowed in thought. ] Haven't I already done that?

[ technically, she's right. even though it was like pulling blood from a stone for him, she had wanted him to treat and touch her like he does think and believe her to be beautiful. she doesn't care what that entails, all she wants is for him to keep doing whatever the hell he wants to do. the way he's treating her right now makes her heart race in her chest and her feel like a stupid girl who's infatuated with this idiotic boy.

looking up at him pointedly, she removes one of her arms from around herself and pokes his nose. ]

You aren't giving me what I want. So, maybe you should be telling me what you want, Stefan.

Okay, I'll concede the point. You did tell me. But...

( before he finishes the thought, stefan leans down and captures her lips in a long, lingering, hard kiss. he doesn't pull away until he's breathless and then he does it again, licking his way into her mouth and pressing his hips down hard against her, rocking so she'll feel how hard he is which just makes him imagine how wet she is. )

I think you can do a little better than that. Be a little more specific.

[ the press of her mouth is firm against his until he rocks into her. she gasps, feeling her entire body ignite with heat as she wraps both of her arms around him to bring him firmly down on top of her. she both enjoys and loathes the way he's teasing her right now, resulting in her squirming against him to try and feel him press more firmly and sharply against her underwear.

she wants to shove him down her body and to her legs, but katherine does try to keep him in place in case he gets any ideas to pull away from her now. ]

Rip my underwear off.

[ is that specific enough for him? ]

( well now, that is definitely something he can do. for a second, stefan acts like he's not going to do it but then he wiggles a bit, trying to make her loosen her legs enough that he can get one hand down between them.

he runs his fingers between her legs, over the fabric, feeling how wet and hot she already is. he shudders, mouth watering before he grabs for the fabric, gets a good grip and then rips.

if she hadn't meant literally rip, he's sorry but he's ruined her panties and he doesn't even care. he pulls them away from her and tosses them onto the floor. )

Like that?

[ every time he touches her, she reacts. she shudders when he runs his fingers over her underwear and hates the way her hips shift as if she can somehow slide his fingers inside of herself. she does think he'll tease her, maybe hook his fingers into the band of her underwear or the wet fabric right against her cunt and pretend that he's going to pull them off... but then he does do it and her eyes darken.

perched on her forearms, she looks at him with a smile. ] Yes.

[ there's no point in denying it. she knows a few of the veins beneath her eyes are crackling to the surface of her skin.

dressed now in only her stockings and garter belt, katherine tries to press her thighs together in a bid to be extra difficult. ]

( of course she'd be extra difficult. stefan actually expects it and he's kind of glad for it because it makes this little game that much more exciting.

he doesn't try and force them apart yet but he does reach to put a hand on her knee, eyeing her expectantly. )

If you want me to go down on you, you have to make room, Katherine.

( she does want that, right? she wants him to prove that he finds her beautiful and what better way to do it? )

[ even when he says that, she doesn't open her legs for him. she may let him shift her leg a little, but she keeps her thighs together and looks up at him with a grin she tries to suppress. maybe she should make this easier for him so he can do for her something he hasn't done in over a century... but she's waited 145 years for him. she can wait a few more minutes. ]

Is that how you're going to show me?

[ that she's beautiful. she's not going to say that.

but she knows the answer, and she wants to hear him say it, even if it embarrasses her or makes her feel slightly vulnerable. ]

It's one of the ways.

( so yes, yes he is. it's one of the ways he wants to show her. it won't be the only way if he gets what he wants but it's definitely a good start. )

It's one of the ways that I want to show you that you're beautiful.

( did he get the words right, there? )

[ maybe if he had simply settled for a singular "yes", she'd let her legs fall open for him. instead, her heart races in her chest, and she knows that no matter what she does, he'll hear it loud and clear. being difficult ceases being her priority for the moment.

arching her brow, she tilts her head to the side as she regards him. ] One of the ways?

[ she does realise she only has herself to blame for this. if she hadn't asked him if this was the way he was going to show her, he never would've felt inclined to answer this way. ]

You do realize that I want to do more than just that, right?

( why wouldn't he? she's done more than that to him and while he's been happy to take and enjoy, he likes giving as well and he hasn't really had the chance. )

That okay with you?

( considering how loud her heart is right now, he can guess it is. )

[ she hates how her heart is so loud and continues to be. he's the boy she's always wanted and he's proposing to go down on her like it's the only thing he can think about. it's in these moments that she's reminded she's still a young girl who holds love in high esteem.

narrowing her eyes slightly, she pretends she needs to read his expression when really she doesn't want to come off overly eager. then, she lets her legs relax and fall open, feeling like her bravado is slowly slipping into nervousness. ]

I guess that's okay. [ she gives him a little shrug. scrunching up her face, she feigns a whistful sigh and teases, ] I hardly remember what you were like. It's been so long; maybe you sucked at it.

[ she remembers him all too vividly. ]

Maybe I did.

( but he's pretty sure she'd been happy with his skills back then even if he'd been young and a little unsure. she hadn't made him feel stupid or slow for being inexperienced and he thinks he remembers her enjoying herself.

stefan sits up on his knees a bit, rubbing his hands up and down her legs, fingers raking gently against the inside of her thighs. )

But maybe I didn't.

[ when he rakes his fingers gently against her, katherine begins to relax. it makes her feel slightly ticklish and she does tense, but she ultimately removes the tension in her legs as she gives him a once-over, from his shorts still wrapped around his thighs that he hasn't deemed important enough to remove to his hair that needs to be mussed a little more. ]

It seems to me that we should confirm that. And obviously fix it if you do happen to suck.

[ despite being as old as she is, she simultaneously feels excited and nervous to have stefan between her legs again after so long. she honestly feels like a girl whoo's infatuated with a boy who has no idea and never will. ]

Well, I'm going to suck something.

( that was a terrible line but stefan doesn't care. stefan rubs his hands against her knees before leaning down and dropping a kiss against her skin, moving slower down towards her thigh.

he peers up at her, a slight smile on his face. )

Say please, Katherine. Tell me you want this. Or ask me for it.

[ breathing turning shallow, her mouth seems to go dry with how he ventures slowly down her leg. it goes dry because of what he says, too. there's something about stefan being confident enough to take control that not only makes her wet but feel just a touch safe, too.

she lets him. there's no struggle for dominance here from her.

leaning back on her arms a little, she looks down at him with her gaze temporarily unfocused. she shakes her head a little, knowing she won't be saying please because he asked for it.

softly, ] You know I want it.

That's not what I asked, Katherine.

( just for that, he bites that sensitive, thin skin of her thigh. she'd given him control and he's going to take it because he doesn't know if he'll get that chance anytime soon.

and he doesn't know if he'll feel as good as he does when he does get the chance. so, he's taking advantage and he's going to try and get her to do exactly what he wants. )

[ she gasps when he bites her thigh, her heart racing as she expects him to do it again. she can't help the low whine in the back of her throat when he doesn't. she's almost tempted to close her legs or push herself forward to grab him and bring him down to her... but she knows patience is key. he's playing with her, and katherine stupidly enjoys his games.

frowning, she asks breathlessly, ] What was the question again?

[ maybe if she keeps conveniently forgetting his question, he will, too. ]

Are you really going to ask me that?

( she knows the question and she's stalling. he can't blame her, she's probably not used to being on this end of things but he's going to show her that she can be patient and he can do this sort of thing if she gives him the chance. )

You know the question. ( he leans down and bites her a little sharper, hard enough to leave a mark though he doesn't break skin. )

Tell me.

[ yes, she is, and she thinks to ask him again. what was the question? what was it she was meant to tell him? but he bites down on her thigh and doesn't break the skin, and she feels like he's teasing her. he could bite her and draw blood, and it'd be exactly what she wanted. he knows that. sometimes she really hates how he pays attention and remembers the things she tells him.

inhaling deeply through her nose, she bites her bottom lip and regards him with a slightly annoyed expression. it's not entirely annoyed—katherine can't quite focus on appearing sharp with him when he's setting her entire body on fire just by being near. ]

Show me.

[ when it seems like that's all she's going to say, she looks past his head for a moment and looks very much like this is very painful for her to even say. ] Please.

( wow, he hadn't actually expected her to say please. maybe he'd hoped for and maybe he thought he could make her if he kept teasing without giving her any real relief but no, she'd said it so now he has to deliver.

and just for that, stefan bites her thigh again, hard enough that he does draw blood this time. before it can really start bleeding, he licks it up and then nudges her legs further apart so he can lay the flat of his tongue against her, taking one , long, slow lick to taste her and let her know that he wasn't going to be teasing her much anymore. )

[ what she expects is for him to continue teasing her and maybe imply or outright say her please isn't good enough. it wouldn't be a surprise—stefan likes to push her outside of her comfort zone, and given that she's handed him the reins to do so, she prepares herself for it.

what she doesn't prepare for is for him to bite her.

with a sigh, she lies back on his bed and grips his sheets gently, enjoying the way he feels when he licks at the very small puncture he's created. obeying his silent wish, she does shift her legs so that she can widen them, and finds that that pays off when he licks her. katherine tenses slightly and moans, shifting her legs a little wider in a very silent attempt to encourage him. she keeps still, even though her pesky heart's hammering loudly in her chest. ]

( her heart absolutely gives her away. if she's trying to play unaffected, her heart tells him that she is everything but and that's what he wants.

he scoots closer to her, putting his mouth right up against her cunt and licks her again, short and sharp, not pushing in but tasting her and testing her.

he does flick his tongue against her clit a few times, rolling it with his tongue to see if he can get her to moan again. )

[ katherine doesn't even try to pretend that she's not affected by him licking her. it's useless—he's not dumb and her body betrays her when she shifts against him and shivers. she moans when his tongue presses against her clit, gripping his bedsheets just a little tighter. he can just lick her once and pull away, and she'd still regard it as the best thing he's done to her in the last century and a half.

trying to keep her legs still, she digs her heels into his bed and shifts so that she can press herself against his mouth. she does her best not to push too hard too fast—she's waited so long for him that she doesn't want to spook him or ruin this.

she breathes out, ] Stefan...

( it's kind of amazing that he's barely started this and she's already moaning and saying his name like she is.

that just encourages stefan to finally lick his way inside of her, pushing his tongue as deep as he can while he tastes her and inhales her scent.

he rolls his tongue over and over, stretching and curling before he pulls it back and presses it down against her clit much more firmly than before. )

[ she could honestly work herself up enough with the notion that he wants to go down on her and come with just another stroke of his tongue. the idea of him wanting to pay attention to her like this does and means something to her she doesn't want to acknowledge.

she turns one of her feet onto its side and accidentally kicks him—it's nothing brutal or bruising, but it's probably enough of a sign that she really is enjoying herself. she shifts her hips and sighs, moaning as she focuses on the sensation of his tongue.

letting go of his sheets with one hand, she reaches down to brush her fingers through his hair. she doesn't grip his hair or his head just yet, although she wants to. she'd much rather be gripping onto stefan than his bed. ]

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