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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. ]

( she kicks him but it barely budges him. he keeps his mouth tight against her cunt, sucking at her clit when he can and then thrusting his tongue into her to try and get her to moan and gasp and grab at his hair. she's being very still (for her) right now but he knows it won't last.

he pulls away from her cunt just for a second to bite her thigh again, tearing into her skin and lapping at the blood before he's back against her clit, pressing the flat of his tongue against it and flicking it with the tip. )

[ even when she thinks she has a moment of reprieve from his mouth, he's puncturing the skin of her thigh with his teeth. katherine's entire body feels tense in a way that's pleasurable. she moves her legs to try and gain purchase, only to kick him or slide her heel against the side of his leg. she wants him to bite her and fuck her with his mouth, and while she knows she can't feasibly have both, she wants it. it doesn't fucking matter, she wants both.

her fingers are at first gentle and absent in his hair until his tongue's hard against her clit. she grabs at the strands, pushing her palms down against his scalp as she tries to grain some sort of purchase on him. katherine keens, making a loud sound as she can't catch her breath.

all she wants is more, so she fists his hair and tries to gently push him closer to her cunt. ]

( good. good good good. he'd wanted her to get to the point of not being able to resist pushing him and guiding him to the place she wanted him to be. he wanted her to start to come to pieces so when she grabs at his hair and pushes her against her cunt, he goes willingly, thrusting his tongue into her cunt and tasting her over and over.

he rolls his tongue against her and inside of her, letting her push and tug at him while he sucks at her clit and presses his tongue into her cunt over and over. )

[ maybe pushing him into her was a bad idea, but katherine keeps her hands in his hair and him pressed between her legs. she starts to writhe against him, something that she tries to cease so she doesn't end up dislodging him from where he's perched and partly because she doesn't want to hurt him.

but it's very unlikely that she will. in 1864, she had to keep a very tight hold on her restraint and dilute every reaction she had lest she hurt him, but now, she knows he can take it. he probably wants her to stop thinking and stop holding back.

she continues to, though. with her nails sliding in his hair, she moans and gasps, lifting her foot to dig her heel into his lower back. ]

( he does want her to stop thinking. he wants her to stop thinking and just enjoy herself. she's done this to him time and time again and so she deserves to let go and lose control.

maybe he can't take all of what she can do but he can take a lot and he wants her to let him. he presses in as far as he can, knowing his face is going to be a mess when he's done but he doesn't care and he doesn't stop. he keeps licking and sucking at her, sure he could get lost in doing this if he got the chance. )

[ the moment he presses in deeper, katherine stifles a cry. digging her heel into his back, she grips hard at his hair and tugs on it. she realises that may have been a little too rough, but her fingers continue to grip his hard until they seem to soften, brushing into his hair and against scalp as if in apology.

she can barely form any words, let alone thoughts—he feels so good between her legs, and all she wants is for him to keep licking into her cunt and sucking. her other leg wraps around him loosely, digging into his back as she arches away from the bed and against his mouth.

trying to wrap her fingers around the strands of his hair, she tugs and then pushes at him so he can go impossibly deeper. ] Stefan.

( she might pull out a few strands of his hair and leaves bruises from her heels on his back but it's worth it. it's completely worth it to know that he's taking her apart like this and she's letting him. she's letting go a little more now, grabbing at him harder, pushing him towards where she wants.

he slides his tongue inside of her again, thrusting it into her and out and then back into her before focusing his attention on her clit. he licks at it continuously for several seconds before pulling away only to do it again and again. )

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