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]

"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.