deercountry | ( CLOSED ) I JUST WANT YOU FOR MY OWN.

Because there's other things to do. We can have breakfast and wake up. It doesn't all have to happen immediately.

( your presents would still be there after they ate. )

We have the whole day.

But!

[ she taps her fingers against his shoulders before sliding them ever so slowly down his chest. she rests her chin properly against his head, patting her hands against his chest as she does so. ]

Wouldn't it be nice to change it up a little? We can have breakfast later...

No.

( it's a nice try, katherine, but he's not giving in on this one. he turns his head to kiss her elbow but then gives her a little tug. )

The more you pester me about the gifts, the longer I'm going to hold out on doing them.

On doing them. Hm.

[ she laughs and bows her head to kiss the top of his head. that's interesting. what could he possibly do? read her a journal? cook for her? carry her around so her feet don't touch the ground? no, the latter's more suited for her birthday. ]

You know, you're not a fun Santa.

That's because I'm not Santa.

( santa lived in the north pole, katherine. he wasn't here. stefan was just his helper. )

But if you're that unhappy with the way I want to do things, we can just go back to sleep.

[ it's the bait that she happily takes, digging her fingers into his shoulders and massaging them to try and get him to not consider that at all. ]

No, no, no. [ she laughs, shaking her head. she purposefully plays into it. ] I wouldn't want that at all. We can stay here... I'm in nothing but your shirt, so that works for me.

[ if he can dangle bait, she can dangle bait, too. merry christmas. ]

My shirt?

( doesn't she mean her shirt? he's surprised she hasn't claimed it for her own. he twists to see which shirt she's wearing and then laughs. )

I like that shirt too!

( he likes it on her a lot more. )

[ his red and white plaid shirt looks good on her, she thinks—especially with a few buttons undone and her very much enjoying the feel of the fabric against her bare skin. it's a nice shirt. she likes that it smells like him.

furrowing her brows, she feigns confusion. peering down at herself, she tugs at the collar. ]

This shirt? Are you sure?

Yes, I am sure. I think I wore that the other day even.

( and now it was on her and he was never going to get it back. he laughs and gives it a tug. )

I'm going to run out of shirts.

( but — )

No, we're not going shopping.

[ she smiles, feigning being affronted. with a hand against her collarbone, she peers down at him in mock surprise. ]

And give you more shirts to wear? If you don't have any shirts, then I guess that means you have to walk around naked.

[ and her evil plain will finally be complete.

dropping her hand to his shoulders, she rubs them happily. smiling, she chuckles low. ] That doesn't sound so bad.

I'm not going to walk around naked permanently. That wish is one that will never come completely true.

( around the house, sure, he could probably do that. but outside in public? no, he couldn't do that. )

Getting the idea that you might be a little obsessed with me being naked.

And?

[ she cocks her brow, smiling down at him. leaning forward, she presses her cheek to his and chuckles lightly. ]

Is that a problem?

[ it doesn't sound like one to her, in all honesty. that'd be a christmas come early. ]

It is. I do have to wear clothes sometimes, Katherine. To be warm, to go outside, to answer the door.

( so, unfortunately, you were not going to get this christmas wish. he hopes the other gifts make up for it, though. )

I admire you for reaching for the stars, though.

[ while he may have some decent points there, she can refute each one. she can go outside and she can answer the door—or simply dissuade anyone from going to their door. it'd be easy. a little compulsion here, a thorny bush there...

she kisses his cheek. ]

I can keep you warm.

( yeah, yeah, don't sweet talk him. he smiles, turning into the kiss and then tries to get back up again. )

Leave the presents alone. I'm going to get you some breakfast.

( if you touch those presents, you were going to ruin christmas, katherine. )

[ with him no longer underneath her, she slumps over the couch and pouts as she watches him. this is a very poor way to start christmas, stefan! allowing herself to fall over the couch, she slides onto it and rests on her heels, facing him. it's very un-katherine-like, but she thinks that she's allowed to be more katerina than katherine today. ]

Am I allowed to come and get breakfast or do I have to stay and wait?

[ she can be trusted to follow, surely. no nefarious plans up her sleeves... ]

Do you want to come with me?

( he's definitely not against that and even reaches a hand out for her to take. )

Come on, you can come with me. Let's go, lazy.

[ oh, this is good news for her. katherine holds out both arms, wiggling her fingers. she begins to pout. ]

Can you carry me? I'm a poor, very old woman with very sore bones.

[ take pity on her, stefan. it's christmas. ]

( stefan eyes her and then reaches down and hefts her over his shoulder, smacking her ass as he does. this was your fault, katherine. you wanted this and this was how it was going to happen.

he starts walking into the kitchen with her over his shoulder. )

[ squealing, she grips the back of his head and between his shoulder blades, kicking her legs pathetically. she laughs and doesn't try and slide out of his arms. she quite likes being thrown over his shoulder. ]

You're such a caveman.

[ and she loves it. settling over his shoulder, she tries to teach down and slap his ass. it's a little difficult, but she'll get there. ]

Don't drop me.

( oh, he's so tempted to drop her. not anywhere but the couch but still. he doesn't though, keeping a good grip on her and carrying her into the kitchen. )

Quit trying to smack me, Katherine, and I won't drop you. But if you distract me, who knows what might happen.

Ooo.

[ she laughs. katherine's not the type to quiver in the face of being dropped. she can land on both her feet no matter how high the fall happens to be. but she sincerely doubts stefan would drop her. he's enjoying this as much as she is.

she goes limp against him, sighing. if she's not allowed to touch his ass, then she'll ensure he knows how disappointed she is as she plays along. ]

What are you making for breakfast?

I'm thinking of making something that takes hours to cook to torture you.

( he makes his way into the kitchen and gently drops her on the counter before he starts opening cabinets. )

So, maybe crepes and French toast and eggs and bacon and sausage.

[ she purses her lips thoughtfully. ]

And how is this meant to torture me?

[ she kicks her heels back against the cupboards, staying put. although she knows she could be a menace, she opts to behave for now. ]

I'm with you.

[ that's not torture. ]

( wow katherine, that's gross. he can't help but smile though before he puts some ingredients on the counter beside her. )

You're with me while your presents sit in the other room. That's not torture?

( how sweet are you, katherine? )

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