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[ 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. )

[ if katherine had any doubt that stefan didn't at least find her attractive, she no longer has it. he has always been attentive, as a lover and as a foe, and now she's finding it really pays off to be the former again.

when he seems to pull away, her wrists and hands are tense and ready to push him right back into place, but stefan seems to know what's good for him. even though she's stronger, she doesn't hold him in place with unbearable strength—her focus is purely on riding it out, even though she could bear to have a little focus on keeping her control.

body jerking, katherine's fingers grip his hair a lot tighter than they were before. hips shifting against him, she moans, ] Do it again. [ after she pants, she adds for good measure: ] Please.

( he thinks to ask her what she wants him to do again but he takes mercy on her and doesn't. instead, he just repeats exactly what he'd done a moment ago, pressing his tongue against her clit and then sliding his tongue inside of her, doing his best to fuck her with his tongue.

he reaches for her thighs, getting a little bit of a grip on them so he can let her move against him and be prepared for it.

he gives her thighs a tug to encourage her movements and let her loose her control a little more than she was already letting go of. )

[ with her fingers digging into his hair and her hips bucking into his mouth, katherine's unsurprised by how close she is. an equation with stefan paying her attention is one that's bound to have her losing control. it's knowing it's his mouth that's on her and it's his hands gripping her thighs and having moved her against him that successfully gnaws at her self-control.

all she can hear is her own moans and the pounding of her heart. even when she slackens her fingers in his hair so she doesn't hurt him, she's quick to grip him all over again for purchase. writhing against the bed, she stops trying to keep herself still beneath him.

her entire body shudders as she comes, her heels digging into his back hard enough to leave a bruise. ]

( all stefan wants is for her to go to pieces against his mouth. and he's very pleased and triumphant when she does a few moments later.

he grips her thighs and brings her against his mouth while she comes, licking her through the orgasm and trying to make sure it goes on for as long as he can possibly make it.

he flicks his tongue against her clit a few times, making sure she feels her release until the very, very last moment. )

[ she's already feeling sensitive, and with his tongue against her clit, she knows he's going to push her into feeling overly so. her body jerks in response to him taking her by surprise by continuing to lick at her despite the fact she's come.

brushing her fingers through his hair, she tries to do so in a way of making up for any pain she may have caused him. her legs remain wrapped around his middle, heels where they are as she absently locks him in place.

still panting, she tilts her head so she can look down at him between her legs. the sight of him perched there makes her shiver. ]

Stef... [ carding her hands through his hair, she breathes hard for a few moments. ]

Yes?

( he does, eventually, pull away from her, resting his cheek against her thigh while she starts to come down. he waits there, letting her settle down because he wants to think she'd come hard and he'd been the cause. )

You okay?

( she seems to be just fine despite pulling out his hair a few times. )

[ she rolls her eyes, both amused and exasperated by the question. she lets her hands drift from his hair so that she can brush hers back from her temple and neck. while she's not completely being vain right now, katherine does know that her hair is definitely a mess and sticking to her unattractively. ]

You're seriously not asking me that right now, are you? I couldn't even spell my name if I tried.

[ she's more than fine, even if her legs may be jelly and she doesn't want him to ever leave the space between her legs for the foreseeable future. ]

Wow.

( what a compliment. stefan chuckles and gives her thigh another kiss before sitting up a little more so he can watch her try and come back to herself. )

Do you need me to get you some water or something?

( she looks fine. her hair sticking to her face and neck just makes her look like she's enjoyed herself. stefan likes it. )

Don't let it get to your head.

[ if she's not mistaken, it already has.

gaining control over herself, katherine does try to look composed despite being naked, flushed and not so put together at all. he is still between her legs and she has no desire to really shove him away. she's kind of working on regaining control over moving them.

she doesn't look at him, feeling stupidly exposed with her answer more so than with her current state of undress. ] And no... I don't want you to leave. [ peering at him, she narrows her eyes as she looks at his face. ] You're a mess.

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