[ she smacks his ass as if that's going to get him on his tiptoes. but, really, she just wants to touch his ass… so she does. she gets to. it's her day. ]
If you're not going to walk around shirtless, then I'll accept that.
[ she hooks her fingers into the hem of his shirt and tugs it down rather than up. smiling up at him, she ensures to brush her fingertips against the bare skin of his belly. ]
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( stefan looks down at his feet and then up at katherine, a look of confusion on his face. )
You want me to...walk around on my tiptoes all day?
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[ she smacks his ass as if that's going to get him on his tiptoes. but, really, she just wants to touch his ass… so she does. she gets to. it's her day. ]
If you're not going to walk around shirtless, then I'll accept that.
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( those were two very different things. he squints at her and then rolls his eyes. )
Or maybe I'll keep my shirt on and walk around normally until later.
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[ she hooks her fingers into the hem of his shirt and tugs it down rather than up. smiling up at him, she ensures to brush her fingertips against the bare skin of his belly. ]
You take this off now.
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( were you going to do something about it, katherine, or just tease? he arches an eyebrow. )
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[ she even wobbles her bottom lip a little, though she knows her expression is still too smug to be entirely convincing. ]
Do you want me to cry on my five hundred and fourthy ninth birthday, Stefan?
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( of course he doesn't. he makes a face at her and shakes his head. )
I also don't think that you're not going to cry though. You're not that insecure about what I'm going to do and not do.