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( 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.

Ow.

( that hadn't actually hurt but he gets why she'd done it. he let's her slide closer and hug him against her and use that as his apology. he hadn't meant to imply that he could have died and that he might not have been here in the future. )

You don't have to move. I'm comfortable and you're not heavy. You can stay like this for awhile.

[ he's comfortable. it really shouldn't make her feel anything—it's not a big deal at all—but he's comfortable with her despite everything that had been brought up tonight from their shared past. sometimes it's worth being reminded because even the formidable katherine pierce overthinks at times.

she relaxes her grip around him, but only rests her chin more comfortably on his shoulder. she tilts her head so she can rest the side of her temple against his hair. ]

I should really pick a nurse's outfit so that the next time you get shot, I can look the part.

I don't know if I should focus on the nurse's outfit or the fact that you think I'm going to get shot again.

( he doesn't want to get shot again but he knows the odds are probably good that something will happen. he just hopes it's not as bad as what he experienced tonight. )

But you really don't even need to do that, you know. Just wear the lingerie again and I'll be healed in moments.

[ stefan getting shot is something she would like to avoid for the rest of eternity, especially if they risk him experiencing a repeat of tonight.

katherine pulls back from him and raises her finger before looking at him pointedly. ] I want to make one thing clear. [ her voice lacks any scary sternness, although it's very clear she's determined for the universe to heed her request. ] You're not allowed to get shot ever again. If you do, this isn't happening again. [ she gestures with a wave of her hand between them, her state of nakedness, and the fact that he wants her to wear lingerie again. ]

Hey, I can't stop someone from shooting me, you know. Shouldn't you be taking this ire out on the person who tries to shoot me?

( wouldn't that be a little more logical than taking out his getting shot on him? he doesn't want to miss out nakedness and lingerie. )

I didn't exactly invite this, you know. I would have preferred not to get shot. Ever. It hurts.

[ she wrinkles her nose at that, shaking her head. no, that doesn't sound logical at all... although, if anyone ever does try to shoot stefan again, they probably won't be alive to regret it. she doesn't want to tell him that, though—at least, not yet. ]

I want to dissuade you from ever being in the line of fire. [ curving her fingers around his shoulders, she taps them against his skin as she pretends to mull a thought over.

pursing her lips thoughtfully, she muses aloud, ] Maybe I should just tie you up so you never get hurt again.

( stefan watches her face to see if she's serious or not. but, with katherine, when she wants to wear a poker face, she does it very, very well.

so, all stefan does is smile and laugh quietly. )

While that might be fun, I don't know if i want to stay like that for too long. My arms might start to hurt and I think I'd get a little bored if I was just left there on my own.

( he doesn't think she'd be there with him twenty four hours a day. she would get bored or annoyed with him. )

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