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[ that's a dangerous request. but she's already there—all she wants is to be with him, and while it's oftentimes far scarier than she'd like to admit, she lets herself have it now. she grinds down against him, whimpering at how he fits and feels inside of her, and drags her nails down his abdomen so she can grip his hipbone.

it's still not enough.

opening her eyes, she looks down at him. ]

Come up.

[ as much as she likes seeing stefan on his back and beneath her, he's too far away. she knows she has to shift and move so he can. she does—pulling herself slightly off of him until she's elevated herself on her knees and pushes herself completely off of him so he can sit up while she's loosely straddling him. ]

( come up, she asks. it's not an easy request to fulfill because she's riding him so hard and all he wants to do is let her take him apart but he listens.

he uses one hand to push himself up into a sitting position and then wraps both his arms around her waist, looking up at her in wonder. )

Like this?

( or does she want him to be closer? be in a different spot? kiss her, hug her, whatever she wants, he'll do. )

Mhm. [ she nods.

she easily lowers herself back to where she had been seated, opening her legs so that she can feel him slide right back inside of her. she does slide her hand between them so that she can guide him into her cunt, and curves her fingers around his shoulders as she sinks back down with a very shaky breath.

she shifts her legs so she can try and get comfortable with her knees straddling his sides.

peering down at him, she glides her hands from his shoulders to the back of his neck. ] I just want you close. Is that okay?

It's okay.

( it's more than okay, actually. stefan reaches up to take her face in his hands and bring her down against him, breathing against her mouth and then managing to kiss her lightly while she settles on him and he slides back inside of her.

god, it's so good. he pants, holding her closer and making sure to keep his eyes open so he can see her. )

It's always going to be okay. ( he's always going to want this with her now. )

[ as much as she tells herself it shouldn't be okay, katherine wants it to be. right now, she's grateful that it is.

pressing down as hard as she can against his hips, she rolls hers and gasps against his mouth. gripping the back of his neck with one hand, she slides her other into his hair so she can tug at it. she grinds down against him, uncaring that she's gasping and moaning against his mouth. she doesn't press forward to kiss him, far too distracted by how he feels inside of her and how her clit rubs against him if she shifts and angles herself in a particular way. ]

I'm not going to leave you. [ she grips his hair to reinforce it, tilting her head slightly away from him as she closes her eyes and gyrates upon him. ]

Katherine, Katherine, Katherine —

( he chants her name every time she bears down on him, every time she gasps and holds him tighter, every time she tugs on his hair. she's all he can think about and all he can see. she fills his mind and he can't imagine it any other way. )

Please don't.

( he's so tired of being left behind, of having to be strong when all he wants to do is be held and be wanted. )

I'm yours.

( yes, that slips out. his guard is down, his defenses low and he's open and bare to her and that slips out. )

[ that does cause her to pause in her movements. it's the one thing she's heard before coming from those lips and it's the very thing she both desires and dreads. right now, it's all the former—this evening had been terrifying with giuseppe possibly taking stefan away once again. katherine hadn't quite realised just how deeply he's burrowed beneath her skin until she had him collapsing and boneless against her.

she brings her hands to his face, cupping his cheeks. brushing her thumb over the apple of one, she shifts her hips and only moves gently against him. she thinks she sees him for who he is for one of the very few times she's gotten to.

bowing her head, she closes the distance and slopes her mouth against his. she may not be able to repeat it back with words, but she hopes that he can feel it in the shape of her mouth against his. she shifts her hips and tries to fuck him again, wanting to feel him inside of her and have him realises he's definitely not going anywhere. ]

( stefan knows that that's a lot to say. they've never really talked about what they are, if they're anything, and they've never labeled this whole thing. they've just...fallen into it and it's been good.

but he doesn't regret what he's said. he means it. he's sincere. he feels like he's hers even if there's no official label on this whole thing.

she pauses and he can tell she's caught off guard. he thinks maybe he's going to have to explain but she just strokes his face and then kisses him, hips moving harder.

he moans against her mouth, sure he's going to come apart any second now if she keeps doing that. )

[ she doesn't tilt her face away from his as she moves harder against him. she doesn't pull herself up his cock to impale herself on him again. she can't fathom even thinking of doing it. all she does is roll her hips as hard as she can as if she can take him far deeper than he already is. she knows that after all of this, her hips are going to be bruised for a few hours—and so are his, and it's the only blemish on him that she'll accept.

keeping one of her hands on his face, she lets her other glide back into his hair. it's far too easy for her to get lost in the feel of his body against and beneath hers and the sound of his heart almost racing her own. her tight control on every wall she has that comes to stefan starts to break down.

against his mouth she whispers, ] Обичам те. [ and follows it with a hard jerk of her hips and louder panting as she seeks to rub her clit against him. ]

( stefan wants to ask what she's just whispered to him, wants to know if it's good or bad or something that she can't or won't say to him in english.

but then she bears down hard on him and stefan's breath leaves him as he comes with a shout against her mouth, body tensing and arms tightening around her.

he knows he says her name over and over, holding hr while his orgasm rips through him and makes him shudder and shiver. )

[ katherine palms his back as he comes, shifting her hips so that he can ride it out. it seems like every time they come together like this, he seems to lose just one layer of self-control with her. she takes a little mercy on him, keeping her hip movements gentle so she can avoid causing him any discomfort.

she nips at his bottom lip, then starts to kiss beneath his jaw and along his neck. she removes her hand from his hair so she can slide it between them to try and rub herself. it's a little difficult with how tightly pressed together they are, but she doesn't mind—she can feel the muscles of his abdomen contract against her fingertips, something she hasn't quite gotten to enjoy over the last few weeks. ]

Sorry.

( that he'd come first, that he hadn't been able to hold on for her. he reaches down, moving her hand away from her and trying to his fingers against her, rubbing roughly against her clit while still trying to move inside of her as best he can despite having already come. )

Come on, Katherine. ( his voice is still rough, wrecked from his release and the words they'd said while they'd both been enjoying each other but he's determined to make her come too. )

[ if he hadn't slapped her hand away to rub at her clit himself, she'd ask him what the hell he's sorry for. instead, any ability to form words disperses at his touch and the movement of his hips against her own.

she nips at his neck, unable to really focus on the action of kissing the column of his throat. her hands grip at him as she feels herself get closer. it's his hands and his hips and the mere fact he's not content to lay sprawled beneath her while she's still working herself up to her orgasm that has her body flushing and tightening.

curling around him and burying her face into his shoulder, katherine comes with a muffled cry. she accidentally grazes her teeth against his neck and bears down hard on his hips as she grips him tightly to her. ]

( she comes apart in his arms and he holds onto her, shuddering at the slight graze of teeth and how she clenches around his already sensitive cock.

he holds her through it, keeping his fingers pressed against her to prolong the orgasm just as much as he possibly can.

his other hand braces against her back, making sure she can grind down as hard as she wants to while she's falling apart. )

[ even when she's ridden her orgasm out, katherine still clings to him and buries her face in his neck. she hadn't let herself be afraid when his body seemed to be giving up or he needed help that didn't make sense for people like them. now that she's in his arms and he's in hers, she isn't keen to let him go just yet. it's a good reminder that he's solid and better if she keeps herself pressed against him.

she kisses his neck a few times before she does pull back slightly so she can see his face. reaching a hand up, she brushes her fingers through some of his hair with her gaze following her movements. ]

Feeling better?

Yeah.

( absolutely yes. he sighs, peering at her quietly before leaning forward and giving her the gentlest of kisses. )

If I ask you what you said to me, are you going to tell me?

( he brushes her hair back with his hands, letting it spill down her shoulders and back easily. )

[ if she tells him straight up no, she knows he'll be suspicious. she remembers and knows exactly what she said, and she'd done so in the heat of the moment. now that it's out of her system... she isn't too sure if she feels lighter or heavier.

katherine furrows her brow and narrows her eyes in confusion. ] What did I say?

[ with all the other times that her heart has given her away, it doesn't now. ]

I don't know, it was something in Bulgarian.

( he has a feeling she knows she said something and she's trying to stall. his hands slide down to her neck and then to her shoulders. )

You're stalling.

[ of course, he's not simply going to accept her not remembering what she said as an answer. that's fine—she at least knows she has a backup of what she could have possibly have said.

appearing sheepish, katherine bows her head for a moment. ] I said you were very handsome.

[ it's believable, isn't it? when katherine isn't telling stefan to stop calling her beautiful, she's calling him handsome. ]

Oh.

( stefan leans forward and kisses the crown of her head, nuzzling his cheek there for a second before pulling back and trying to encourage her to look up at him. )

Why'd you say it in Bulgarian instead of English?

( he believes her but he also...doesn't. )

[ if he's looking for a tell to inform him of her lying, he won't find it now. he's asked her a question about something not many people bother to point out.

when she does look up at him, she averts her eyes briefly, coming off a little embarrassed rather than her usually overly confident self. ] I tend to slip into Bulgarian when I get caught up in the moment.

[ she shrugs. maybe her blushing will really drive home how it isn't a big deal she spoke bulgarian to him in the heat of the moment. she knows that in that instance, she had said it intentionally, all the while knowing he wouldn't understand.

she's really hoping that that's enough. ]

( it just...seemed like a strange thing to say in the heat of the moment. of all things, telling him he's handsome is very innocent and not something he'd tell her if he were so caught up in things. he knows he'd let much more sensitive and personal information slip. )

Okay.

( he smiles at her all the while making a note to go see if he could find the translation a different way. the library had to have some books on the bulgarian language, didn't it? )

You're very beautiful as well.

[ she lets out a sigh, shaking her head. if she had a dollar for every time he called her beautiful, she'd be a billionaire by now. even if he says it every day in every sentence he can possibly insert it into, she'll feel like it's the first time he's told her again and again. she hates the way her body reacts and the way she seems to flush every single time.

bowing her head, she rests temple against his shoulder and shakes her head again. letting her hand slide down his back, she stays where she is for a moment, only shifting to press her chin to his shoulder. ]

So, I take it you liked my lingerie. [ she can't help but chuckle. she was still wearing only the bottom half of it. ]

I did.

( he's fairly sure that had been crystal clear but if she needs to hear it said, he'll say it again. he'd like her lingerie and he's glad she'd let him see even after the whole gunshot thing. )

I'm sorry I almost didn't get to see it.

( if he'd been too injured to get to experience and only heard about it later from her, he would have been very mad at himself. )

[ pulling away from him, she shoves at his shoulder. ] Shut up.

[ she'll be ready for jokes about this night never. she's tired of his apologies and she's not okay with him implying he could've died. he's immortal; he can't and will never die.

she returns to where she had been perched, this time wrapping her arms tightly around his middle and flattening her palms against his spine. if he asked her, she would deny that it's her attempt at hugging him.

sighing, she pouts. ] I don't want to move.

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