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( 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.

Am I?

( he plays innocent even though he knows he's a mess. he can guess his face is red and damp, both sweat and her own slickness smudged against his skin. but, he makes no move to clean himself up because he likes knowing how he got like this and likes knowing that she knows as well. )

Guess I won't clean myself up since you don't want me to leave just yet.

I don't.

[ katherine shrugs, not looking apologetic at all. maybe she should tell him to go clean himself up, but if he's not complaining, she's not going to, either. there's something about him wearing her so confidently and without care that makes her feel rather smug.

she bends her leg so that she can brush her foot against him—any part of him that she can reach. it's really to try and urge him to stretch himself out either on top or beside her. ] You're so far away. [ tilting her head to the side, she feigns confusion. ] Why is that?

I don't know.

( he shrugs a shoulder and then turns his head to kiss her ankle before pushing himself up onto his hands and knees. )

You asking me to come closer?

( that's what it sounds like and if so, it's something that's very doable. )

No.

[ let's see how he enjoys that response. although, she does pair that rejection with an arch of her brow and a curve to her lips. he has to know she's not intending to shove him off the bed after all that.

it is a nice sight to see stefan on his hands and knees, but it's one that she would prefer to replace with him right beside or on top of her. he is simply too far away. ]

I'm demanding it. Stop stalling and get up here. I'm not moving—even though you're still healing from gunshot wounds, my legs are jelly because of you.

[ post-orgasm bonelessness > gunshot wounds. ]

I'll be taking that as a compliment.

( he gives her leg one last kiss before he crawls up to lay beside her, moving in close. he smiles at her, draping an arm around her waist and pulling her closer. )

I'm glad you liked it. ( considering it had been awhile since he'd done it to her and it had taken him some time to get to it with this new turn in their relationship, he's glad she was patient and he was still able to satisfy her. )

[ finally.

katherine wraps a hand around him, palming his back as she gently glides it towards his spine to start locating that last bandage. she does think stefan's fine—he wouldn't have done what he did if he wasn't—but she does want to ensure that he's not bleeding at the back, considering they did get a little distracted. ]

How are you feeling?

[ she wastes little time in hooking her leg between his, just in case he thinks to stupidly roll away from her as a response. ]

Hey hey hey. ( he's quiet and gentle with the words but he doesn't move away, letting her hand move along his back until she finds the bandage. it hasn't bled through and if she gets it off, she'll feel a small mark of where the bullet went in but nothing else. )

I'm okay, I promise. I wouldn't have done that if I wasn't feeling okay.

( he promises. )

Whatever stopped my healing is gone now. I'm okay. I feel fine.

[ she doesn't have any doubt that he isn't well, but she does know that stefan's the type to push through any feelings of unwellness just to make those around him feel happier. it's still overwhelming and rather confronting to think she is now one of those people.

impulsively, she bows her head to kiss his shoulder. she does plant her hand on his bandage, but she doesn't pull it off. she has no reason to not believe him; she can't smell any fresh blood and she thinks she'd catch a secret wince of his, even if he did his best to hide it. ]

Do you? [ she shifts her leg so her thigh brushes against his cock. smirking, ] You feel a little hard to me.

Not that hard.

( was that meant to challenge her? maybe. but, he had forgotten that going down on her was a turn on for him too and her leg brushing against his cock reminds him.

he tenses, taking in a breath but smiles slightly. )

I think I could be harder. ( maybe, possibly. it's not something he needs right now but he's not going to say no either. not when it's her and he knows how good it feels when she touches him. )

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