out of the fire, into the frying pan

[prescind]

Who: stefan salvatore (prescind) + katherine pierce (manipulative)
What: wtfing at their surroundings, exploring, figuring stuff out
When: early september
Where: cellar door, cassandra, all around

Content Warnings: probably some language to start.

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[prescind]

"Hmm. Maybe you'll remember eventually."

So, she gets her wish in that he doesn't stop moving his fingers against her neck, digging them in to loosen up the tense muscles he can feel there. He doesn't mind doing this in lieu of what she'd been thinking about.

"How many centuries have you had these knots in your neck?"

[manipulative]

"Five and a half."

Long before she had become a vampire, at least. Katherine knows she has been very tense—and becomes even tenser when Stefan's all naked and wet. What? A girl can't get excited?

She moans low in her throat and keeps her eyes closed. While she can rip her head away from his hands, she likes his hands. They're magical, magical hands.

"Less in the last year."

[prescind]

"That's good."

Since the last year had been when they'd picked up things between them. He still feels tension and knots in there but knowing that it's not as bad as it once was is a good thing.

He smiles a bit as he works his hands into her neck and then down into her shoulders.

"I'm surprised you never went to a professional masseuse."

[manipulative]

"I did a few times," she says, inhaling deeply and slowly. When she sighs, she peers down at the tiles and is grateful to see the lack of dirt coming off from her now. "But none of them had these magical hands."

Reaching back behind her, she taps her hands blindly against his. None of those hands had belonged to Stefan.

"I'm feeling a lot better now."

[prescind]

"Does that mean you want me to stop?"

He doesn't stop just yet despite the tapping at his hands, still digging his fingers into her shoulders to try and loosen her up a little more.

"Or keep going to see just how loose and relaxed I can get you?"

[manipulative]

"Keep going."

If he takes his hands off of her now, he may lose them in her attempt to rip them off his wrists and put them back onto her body.

She smiles, chuckling. "Make me nice and loose for you, Stefan."

Give her an inch and she's going to go for the whole big cock of a mile.

[prescind]

Stefan laughs under his breath and keeps his hands moving, digging his fingers into her muscles and concentrating especially hard when he finds a knot.

"It's amazing to me how you can make anything sound like an innuendo."

What a talent you have, Katherine.