[ she turns around, stopping abruptly. arms crossed against her chest, she arches her brow and stares him down. she, of course, is playful, putting on her offence. certainly, stefan doesn't think it's subpar. ]
What could make it [ airquotes and sarcasm follow: ] "better"?
[ she arches her brow high at that. curving the corner of her lips, katherine shakes her head incredulously. what a boss move, stefan. she's proud of him and his play. ]
Well, come on then. [ she gestures with a flicker of her fingers. ] Make it better.
( stefan laughs because of course katherine would agree with that. he steps closer to her and then reaches to put his hands on her ass, giving it a squeeze. )
[ she laughs, shaking her head. she doesn't try and jostle his hand away. in fact, she ensures to stop so that he can get his fill… and she can get felt up. win/win.
katherine regards him with a smile, arching her brow. ]
How much better? You've only just touched me. It can't be that good on a second's worth of touch.
I just don't want you to draw any conclusions without properly taking your time.
[ and feeling her up which, yes, she's enjoying and, yes, she doesn't particularly want him to stop doing. she doesn't think he wants to stop, either. ]
Do I need to drag you into a shadowy corner so you can enjoy yourself?
[ she feigns being mortified. ] Even with the neighbours around?
[ she turns around to face him, not wanting his hand to be dislodged from her ass. curling her hands around his neck, she peers up at him with an arch to her brow.
she tsks. ] I should've worn a potato sack. You would've kept your hands off me then.
No, I wouldn't have and no, you shouldn't have. You like when my hands are on you, Katherine. When they're not, you say I must think you're ugly or something else.
( to make him feel guilty or to rile him up so he does put his hands on her. )
[ katherine laughs and grabs at his hands, pulling them off of her ass. gripping him tightly (but not so tightly he's uncomfortable), she watches aleksander for a moment sniff a bush and decides that their dog has to be trusted on his own once in a while. he's growing up; he's going to be off to college soon.
she drags stefan along the cobblestone path in search of a dark corner before he loses his nerve. ]
Not that dark corner. [ ew, no. it looked wet and dank. katherine surveys the buildings and houses with a skip to her step. ]
Yes. He knows the way home and if gets lost, the cat will get him.
[ her animals were strangely linked together. katherine hasn't looked a gift horse in the mouth. she thinks, in a way, deerington has ensured she has two beings that will always find their way back to her. ]
And if he gets into trouble, [ she shrugs. ] It's Halloween. Let him.
[ she shrugs. she loves that dog, but she's taught him well. he'll end up getting busy, some attention, and then find his way back home. he's a good dog.
[ katherine rolls her eyes. he's so unhelpful. for that, she tugs him hard enough to pull his arm from its socket and away from the rest of the halloween partygoers. the dark corner is shadowy enough, even if they risk being discovered if someone's too loud.
( he does appreciate that katherine's always willing to take initiative and make sure that she gets what she needs. it just so happens that what she wants is what he wants too.
and when she shoves him back, he laughs, smirking down at her. )
holding him against the wall, she bows her head and kisses his neck, smiling against his skin. she's not all set and gentle kisses; she grazes her teeth against his neck sharply, wanting to feel his pulse jump. ]
[ he laughs too loudly, the broody brooder. katherine lingers at his neck, grazing her teeth against his skin. she licks at his pulse point hard, wanting to feel it jump beneath her tongue. there are times when she wishes that he was human so she could mark his skin, and this would be one of those moments.
she glides her hands down his back, uncaring that she can scrape her fingers against the wall. she curves them to his ass. ]
( of course her hands find their way to his ass. of course they do. he laughs, tipping his head back and letting her have more of his neck to bite at and lick at. )
[ she kisses his neck, growling against his skin. she licks her way up to the space beneath his ear, nipping at his earlobe gently. while there are noises outside, laughter and chatter, she can only hear the rush of stefan's blood and his heart beating loudly in her ears. ]
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[ she turns around, stopping abruptly. arms crossed against her chest, she arches her brow and stares him down. she, of course, is playful, putting on her offence. certainly, stefan doesn't think it's subpar. ]
What could make it [ airquotes and sarcasm follow: ] "better"?
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( that had gotten quite the reaction, hadn't it? stefan's kind of proud of himself. he laughs. )
My hands on it?
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Well, come on then. [ she gestures with a flicker of her fingers. ] Make it better.
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Oh yeah, this is better. Much better.
( her ass is already a lot better looking now. )
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katherine regards him with a smile, arching her brow. ]
How much better? You've only just touched me. It can't be that good on a second's worth of touch.
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( he hasn't stopped touching her ass so yeah, it's getting better and better. he chuckles. )
You just don't want me to stop touching you.
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[ and feeling her up which, yes, she's enjoying and, yes, she doesn't particularly want him to stop doing. she doesn't think he wants to stop, either. ]
Do I need to drag you into a shadowy corner so you can enjoy yourself?
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I'm enjoying myself right now.
( no shadowy corners needed. )
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[ she turns around to face him, not wanting his hand to be dislodged from her ass. curling her hands around his neck, she peers up at him with an arch to her brow.
she tsks. ] I should've worn a potato sack. You would've kept your hands off me then.
[ of course, that's hardly what she wants. ]
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( to make him feel guilty or to rile him up so he does put his hands on her. )
Besides, you'd look good in a potato sack.
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[ and see if he does find her attractive in the ugliest potato sack. she's certain there's one she could wash thoroughly before slipping into.
but, for now, she's planning to enjoy his hand on her ass.
she smiles up at him cheekily. ]
Want to go into a dark corner?
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( he glances around before he looks back down at her. )
Because yeah, I think I do wanna go to a dark corner.
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she drags stefan along the cobblestone path in search of a dark corner before he loses his nerve. ]
Not that dark corner. [ ew, no. it looked wet and dank. katherine surveys the buildings and houses with a skip to her step. ]
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( their dog has never trotted away or been gone for too long but still, stefan worries. )
He's not going to get into trouble, is he?
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[ her animals were strangely linked together. katherine hasn't looked a gift horse in the mouth. she thinks, in a way, deerington has ensured she has two beings that will always find their way back to her. ]
And if he gets into trouble, [ she shrugs. ] It's Halloween. Let him.
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( but he doesn't try and stop aleksander from going off either. he doesn't think the dog's going to get into anything. )
They'd probably set his bail super high.
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[ she shrugs. she loves that dog, but she's taught him well. he'll end up getting busy, some attention, and then find his way back home. he's a good dog.
stefan is very bad at finding dark corners. ]
Now, help me find a dark corner.
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( not that he'd really been looking but it shouldn't be that hard. )
I don't know, maybe get us out of this crowd?
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she shoves him against the brick. ]
Out of the crowd now.
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and when she shoves him back, he laughs, smirking down at her. )
This doesn't look like a dark corner.
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[ semantics, mr salvatore!
holding him against the wall, she bows her head and kisses his neck, smiling against his skin. she's not all set and gentle kisses; she grazes her teeth against his neck sharply, wanting to feel his pulse jump. ]
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he wraps his arms around her, yanking her closer to him and pressing his lips to her temple to encourage her to keep going. )
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[ he laughs too loudly, the broody brooder. katherine lingers at his neck, grazing her teeth against his skin. she licks at his pulse point hard, wanting to feel it jump beneath her tongue. there are times when she wishes that he was human so she could mark his skin, and this would be one of those moments.
she glides her hands down his back, uncaring that she can scrape her fingers against the wall. she curves them to his ass. ]
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And what if I don't want to sh?
( he could just keep talking. )
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[ she kisses his neck, growling against his skin. she licks her way up to the space beneath his ear, nipping at his earlobe gently. while there are noises outside, laughter and chatter, she can only hear the rush of stefan's blood and his heart beating loudly in her ears. ]
And you won't get to have any fun.
[ she pouts against his ear. ]
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