[ 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. ]
( 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. ]
( 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. )
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.
( 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.
[ 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?
[ 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.
( 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. )
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.
( 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. )
[ with a pointed look at him, she slides her leg from between his. ] Hm. [ she pinches her lips together in feigned thought. ] I might be able to help with that.
[ removing her hand from his back, she perches it on his shoulder and pushes for him to roll onto his back. she doesn't immediately follow after him, staying on her side as she looks at him. she does push herself up to look down at him, pushing some of her hair over her shoulder.
bowing her head, she kisses the small mark where he'd been shot through his chest. he may not let her know if it still stings, but she figures some extra attention may help the healing come along. ]
( when she shoves his shoulder, he rolls onto his back easily, tucking an arm behind his head to prop himself up while he watches her bend down to kiss his chest.
it doesn't hurt and he doesn't even think he's sensitive there but he still shivers, closing his eyes and pressing his head back into his pillow. )
I'm okay. ( just in case she needs to hear it again. he's okay. he's healed and he feels fine now. )
[ katherine lifts her head so she can look down at him, pleased at the sight of him enjoying himself with just a simple kiss. she does remember how he had confessed holding her hand was as raunchy of a fantasy as she was going to get... sometimes she wonders if that has changed. she's been a little too afraid to ask.
the bed shifts beneath her as she straddles his legs, resting her hands on his hips. peering down at him, she declares, ] And I'm going to make you feel more than okay.
[ she lets her hands slowly slide up the length of his chest as she bows her head and lowers herself, coming to kiss his abdomen. ]
[ humming for a moment against his chest, she pushes herself up so that she's sitting at her full height. her hands remain low on his abdomen. ]
Well, there are a few ways... [ she draws a random shape with her fingertips against his skin. uncaring of how her hair falls over her chest and arms, katherine shifts against his legs so that she can feel comfortable on her perch. tilting her head to the side, she plays coy, ] I could do it with my hands... my mouth... or maybe something else. [ smirking, she lets her hands drift to his hipbones. ]
[ she rolls her eyes good-naturedly and sighs. ] This is your one chance to choose what you want.
[ and he still doesn't. either stefan is super self-conscious of his choice or... he's not picky at all. she remembers how simply being with her was enough for him. that's what had made him so intoxicating to be with... and so intimidating at the same time.
he is, after all, the man who just wants to hold her hand. he believes that's the equivalent of her fantasy of pegging him.
still, she wants to see him squirm. lowering her head ever so slightly so that he can tug her hair again if he likes, she taps her fingers almost impatiently against his hips. ] A blowjob, a handjob, or being ridden. [ while the arch of her brow may appear more intimidating and challenging, katherine's amused. ] You really don't have a preference right now?
[ even though she's going to ignore the way she responds, she flushes. the way he stutters is so reminiscent of the boy he once was, and the way he can just make everything stop with a few simple words that would otherwise feel trite coming from someone else...
she sits a little taller and may arch her chest out a little intentionally. ]
I've decided what will make you feel much better.
[ she's not going to tell him, no. he can just watch it all unravel.
katherine lets one of her hands slide away from his hip and to the crease of his thigh, lightly brushing her fingers against the side of his cock. she keeps her gaze on him, wanting to feign innocence as she gently traces the length of him with the lightest touch of her fingertips. she'll wrap her fingers around him in a moment to start stroking him slowly, but for now, she just wants to enjoy being slow and gentle. ]
You have? That doesn't surprise me considering you're very decisive.
( and he's very eager to both see what she's decided and how he's going to react. he knows he'll like it but he just really wants to remind himself of good things, of good touches, of the fact that people do like him.
this person specifically. )
You're not going to tell me, are you? ( but she does touch him and he does inhale sharply, biting down on his lip again. )
[ she moves her hand up and down his cock slowly, almost absently as she peers down at him. she could tell him what she wants to do, but then he'll be anticipating it and she much prefers to surprise him. there's also the very high chance of him trying to talk her out of it, rattling about something like being undeserving or it simply being too much.
whatever she chooses to do, it's not born out of any belief that him being shot is her responsibility. she just wants him to feel good.
shrugging as innocently as she can muster, she sighs. ] You'll just have to lie back and enjoy yourself.
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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. ]
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( 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. )
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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. ]
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( 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. )
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[ 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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( 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.
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[ 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?
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( 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. )
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[ 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. ]
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( 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. )
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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. ]
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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.
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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.
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( 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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[ removing her hand from his back, she perches it on his shoulder and pushes for him to roll onto his back. she doesn't immediately follow after him, staying on her side as she looks at him. she does push herself up to look down at him, pushing some of her hair over her shoulder.
bowing her head, she kisses the small mark where he'd been shot through his chest. he may not let her know if it still stings, but she figures some extra attention may help the healing come along. ]
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( when she shoves his shoulder, he rolls onto his back easily, tucking an arm behind his head to prop himself up while he watches her bend down to kiss his chest.
it doesn't hurt and he doesn't even think he's sensitive there but he still shivers, closing his eyes and pressing his head back into his pillow. )
I'm okay. ( just in case she needs to hear it again. he's okay. he's healed and he feels fine now. )
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the bed shifts beneath her as she straddles his legs, resting her hands on his hips. peering down at him, she declares, ] And I'm going to make you feel more than okay.
[ she lets her hands slowly slide up the length of his chest as she bows her head and lowers herself, coming to kiss his abdomen. ]
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( he really hopes she's going to make him feel okay but considering she always does?
he sighs, peering down at her and smiling. )
How are you going to do that?
( considering she's sitting on top of him, he thinks he has an idea on what she's going to do and he hopes he's right. )
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Well, there are a few ways... [ she draws a random shape with her fingertips against his skin. uncaring of how her hair falls over her chest and arms, katherine shifts against his legs so that she can feel comfortable on her perch. tilting her head to the side, she plays coy, ] I could do it with my hands... my mouth... or maybe something else. [ smirking, she lets her hands drift to his hipbones. ]
Whatever will make you feel better.
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he opens his eyes, reaching up to grab the ends of her hair and give it the lightest of tugs. he smiles up at her. )
Whatever you want to do.
( he was going to put himself in her hands because he knows now that's a good place to be. )
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[ and he still doesn't. either stefan is super self-conscious of his choice or... he's not picky at all. she remembers how simply being with her was enough for him. that's what had made him so intoxicating to be with... and so intimidating at the same time.
he is, after all, the man who just wants to hold her hand. he believes that's the equivalent of her fantasy of pegging him.
still, she wants to see him squirm. lowering her head ever so slightly so that he can tug her hair again if he likes, she taps her fingers almost impatiently against his hips. ] A blowjob, a handjob, or being ridden. [ while the arch of her brow may appear more intimidating and challenging, katherine's amused. ] You really don't have a preference right now?
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( his words stutter a bit because she is right there and she is naked and he can't help but take her invitation and give her hair another tug.
he licks his lips before biting his lower one and peering up at her. )
When it comes to you, I don't have any preference at all.
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she sits a little taller and may arch her chest out a little intentionally. ]
I've decided what will make you feel much better.
[ she's not going to tell him, no. he can just watch it all unravel.
katherine lets one of her hands slide away from his hip and to the crease of his thigh, lightly brushing her fingers against the side of his cock. she keeps her gaze on him, wanting to feign innocence as she gently traces the length of him with the lightest touch of her fingertips. she'll wrap her fingers around him in a moment to start stroking him slowly, but for now, she just wants to enjoy being slow and gentle. ]
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( and he's very eager to both see what she's decided and how he's going to react. he knows he'll like it but he just really wants to remind himself of good things, of good touches, of the fact that people do like him.
this person specifically. )
You're not going to tell me, are you? ( but she does touch him and he does inhale sharply, biting down on his lip again. )
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[ she moves her hand up and down his cock slowly, almost absently as she peers down at him. she could tell him what she wants to do, but then he'll be anticipating it and she much prefers to surprise him. there's also the very high chance of him trying to talk her out of it, rattling about something like being undeserving or it simply being too much.
whatever she chooses to do, it's not born out of any belief that him being shot is her responsibility. she just wants him to feel good.
shrugging as innocently as she can muster, she sighs. ] You'll just have to lie back and enjoy yourself.
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