( CLOSED ) ARE YOU MINE?

[manipulative]

Who: Katherine + Stefan | Wanda + Amos.
What: February things like Valentine's and being jelly.
When: February.
Where: Everywhere.

Content Warnings: NSFW.

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[ KILLING STEFAN ON VALENTINE'S. ]

[manipulative]

[ although stefan had found himself very, very human last month, and katherine suspects they should take it easy this month in case there are any lingering side effects of being stripped of one hundred years of immortality… she intends to kill him.

valentine's day is a sham, but she takes great joy out of spending it with stefan and trying to kill him. considering she almost did last year, she thinks it's only fair that this keeps up as a tradition. he makes her want to be foolishly romantic and ridiculously interested in silly big days like this.

rather than dress up in one of her corsets, katherine opts for a white lingerie set. stefan may have seen that before (and her whole assortment of lingerie, it's not like she hides it at all). katherine thinks it's only kind he gets to see it on her.

uncaring if the neighbours see, she ventures to the back and opens the back door. he's busy being a nerd out on the back porch reading a book and furrowing his brows. if only he wore frown lines unattractively, she'd encourage him not to read anymore.

she leans against the doorway and watches him for a moment. ]

A long time ago you said promised you'd help me try on all my lingerie. [ she tsks disapprovingly, although her smile only widens. ] You haven't kept your promise.

[prescind]

( stefan's aware it's valentine's day but he hadn't known if they were going to celebrate or keep it low key after this scare last month. that hadn't stopped him from buying a few things from her. as the day dawned, she hadn't said anything and neither had he. they'd gone about their day as normal and he'd take advantage of the decent weather and sat outside to read.

that's when he hears her open the door. he's right in the middle of a sentence so he doesn't look up right away. but he knows not to keep her waiting so he twists to look back at her, intending to ask what made her think of that and he stops short. )

Uh.

( he swallows but he doesn't swallow his tongue. )

And you're wanting me to do that now, huh?

[manipulative]

Mhm.

[ katherine smiles big and wide, continuing to lean against the doorframe. she ensures to cross her legs at the ankle. stefan refusing to continue to read is a good sign that he's going to spend his evening reading her instead. ]

It's a good time to do it, don't you think? You're home, I'm home... [ she chuckles, waving her hand a little dismissively to possess an air of nonchalance. ]

[prescind]

And what do I do to help you with this? Do I just sit and watch you wear lingerie?

( that sounds like a pretty good deal to him considering how she looks. he clears his throat and gets to his feet. )

I don't want to do it out here.

[manipulative]

No? [ she glances around innocently, eyeing the backyard with a furrowed brow. ] It has nice lighting out here... You'll be able to see everything a little more clearly.

[ and a nice view for the neighbours. katherine chuckles and remains at the door, watching him try and keep his cool. she doesn't want him to keep his cool. she wants stefan to be anything but cool. ]

[prescind]

No.

( they are not going to be giving the neighbors any kind of show. he doubts the neighbors want to see anyway but still. he isn't going to take any chances. )

We're going inside. There's plenty of good lighting there too. We have great lights.

[manipulative]

Do you think so?

[ she furrows her brows as she regards him curiously. making a show of peering into the kitchen, she hums before looking out at the backyard. ]

I don't know... it doesn't seem that overly bright inside.

[ yes, he's going to have to carry her inside at this point. ]

[ SOMEONE'S JELLY. ]

[explosion]

[ it's not really typical that when wanda loses someone she ends up blowing up androids or taking over a town, but considering her track record, it's reasonable for anyone to know her and her inability to cope to be worried. thankfully, the only person who really knows how she copes isn't here. it's not amos.

when she texts him feeling bold—strangely so, it's confidence she often doesn't feel, not even when she had been able to script herself into being a more forthright and unafraid woman—and asks him to come drinking (her idea of asking had been the equivalent of "i can drink you under the table and if you say no that's going to be so embarrassing for you").

earworm is, well… definitely not her scene. but that's fine. one of her friends is gone and she'd done her best to help him, and she should've done more—been able to see more. what's the point of being the scarlet witch if she can't actually see what's coming and prevent it? she doesn't tell amos that's the reason why she wants to go drink. why can't she be spontaneous and cool?

she takes a seat at the bar and sits up straight, tapping her fingers against the counter as she peers at all the drinks. there are so many—some that don't even exist on earth. ]

So, which drink will we be embarrassing you with tonight?

[rocinantes]

( he's been feeling strangely off lately but he chalks it up to this place and just being stuck here, far away from what he's used to, for too long. so, it's actually comforting to get a message from wanda inviting him out.

even if she decides to challenge him to a drinking game while she's at it. that's new. and he can't resist so he finds himself to earworm later on and joins her. )

You can pick because it's not me who's gonna be the one embarrassed. I can drink anything.

[explosion]

Really?

[ she cocks her brow at him before looking at the liquors on the shelves behind the counter. humming thoughtfully, she purses her lips as she considers all that she knows about alcohol—which isn't a lot. ]

What about... [ narrowing her eyes, she chuckles to herself. ] juice?

[rocinantes]

Juice?

( what the hell is fun about juice, wanda? he makes a face but shrugs because sure, juice. )

What kind of juice?

[explosion]

[ she thinks about proposing it be straight juice, especially since he's insisted he can drink anything… but wanda wants to get a little tipsy. she has a feeling if she insists on juice without any alcohol, they'll risk going down a very sober path.

and she doesn't want that. ]

Juice with rum. [ she turns to him, brow cocked. innocently, ] Unless you think you can't handle that?

[rocinantes]

( amos blows out a breath and rolls his eyes. that's what he thinks about that. )

I can handle it.

( he'd just drink the rum without the juice if you let him but he recognizes that wanda might be a novice drinker. )

Orange juice?

[ BONDING OVER CHOCOLATE. ]

[explosion]

[ after taking her car for a little drive (okay, a bit of a long drive—wanda had insisted on trying the car on a small hill, then a steeper one, and then had ensured they grabbed some chocolates along the way back to amos' place), wanda doesn't immediately slip back into the driver's seat and drive all the way home. he's allowed her inside; that, in itself, is enough to keep her lingering around. she's been to amos' home only a few times before, and she finds that nothing has changed since then. nothing. the same surfaces contain the same level of dust.

after she drops a few of the dark chocolates on his kitchen counter (he can grumble and say he doesn't want them as much as he wants), she returns to the living room. wanda laughs as she spots a little bit of chocolate against the corner of his lip. she comes to stand before him, reaching her hand up and brushing the corner of his lip with her thumb. she smiles, chuckling, feeling bright and bubbly. ] You had some chocolate there.

[ then she drops onto his couch comfortably like she's always taken this spot. she holds out her hand and conjures one of the dark chocolates she'd brought along into her open palm. ]

[rocinantes]

( that could just be her being helpful but it feels...he doesn't know. she could have just told him he had chocolate but no, she used her fingers and then she sat down and he blinks at her before he settles beside her. )

Go ahead, make yourself at home.

( he doesn't grumble it because he's long learned that he can't really hide what he feels from her. a grumble isn't going to deter her. )

Want a pillow? Blanket?

[explosion]

[ she peers up at him expectantly, though her smile implies something very different. if he's going to give her an opportunity to tease him, she'll take it. ]

Do you have one that's red? I thought I'd match my hair.

[ she laughs and settles into his couch given his invitation. ]

[rocinantes]

No. I have a black blanket and a white pillow. If you want 'em, I can get 'em but I'm not a hotel.

( he rolls his eyes. )

You want them?

[explosion]

Yes.

[ not really, but she would like him to turn around. what's amos like being a host? she's curious. is he prickly? will he invite her to put her feet on the coffee table? has he ever had anyone over before?

all of these questions she could find the answers to easily. ]

Please. It'd make me feel like I'm home.

[rocinantes]

You need a better home if that's what you've got.

( but amos laughs and does just what he says he would, going to retrieve the pillow and blanket and handing it to her. they're clean and soft and fluffy. )

Here.

[ BONDING OVER BATH SALTS. ]

[manipulative]

Is this water too hot?

[ she thinks it as she bows over the bath, swishing her hand back and forth in the bathtub water. it's filling up loudly and on full blast, and she tosses some of the bath salts she'd collected so long ago from the titanic in it. for this evening, she has planned a very special night: a bath. while she's more than happy to be in the bath herself, she's not going to turn down the opportunity to share it with stefan after she had easily persuaded him with the reminder that she'd be naked and wet and incredibly innocent company.

things have felt slightly strange since they'd returned from their breakfast outing. after katherine had ensured that they'd done a particular ceremony—she doesn't want to leave anything to chance when it comes to the trench (sometimes following along is better than not following at all)—she's been able to, well… she thinks some of her thoughts are strange. why is she thinking about her own ass? or journalling? or whether or not she's walked the dog? no, stefan's the one walking the dog this week while she goes to work.

whatever. she's not new to anxious thoughts. that's why she wants to have this bath. ]

Stef! [ she calls out. ] Bath's almost ready!

[prescind]

( it hadn't been too difficult for him to agree to a bath. between being human for a few days a few weeks back and whatever strange feeling's fallen over him today, a bath sounded like a very normal, very them thing to do.

he'd been downstairs, oddly thinking about shoes, while she'd been upstairs with the bath. aleksander had needed food so he'd filled his dish and even played with him for a bit until katherine had called him.

aleksander barks at him and stefan laughs, getting to his feet so he can go upstairs. )

Coming, dear.

( he's still thinking about shoes though and that's...weird. he doesn't even care about shoes. )

[manipulative]

[ she does care about shoes. why would she even think such a thing? shoes are great. she wants some new shoes, but she has a feeling after stefan's trip down human lane, going to the shoe store may make him feel panicked. something about a building falling on her? hm.

she doesn't turn the taps off just yet. she wants the bath to be a little higher and by the time he zips (or waddles) up the stairs, it should be almost ready.

she yells, ]

You walk like an old man!

[ a very sexy old man. ]

[prescind]

I can walk slower, Katherine.

( and that's exactly what he starts to do, trudging up the stairs and then down the hall. )

Call me old again and that water's going to be cold by the time I get there.

[manipulative]

And I'll be drying off by the time you arrive.

[ two can play at that game. surely, he likes the look of her naked and wet much more than her towelling off and being dry? katherine hopes this evening isn't the time he wishes to test that. ]

Chop, chop! [ she claps her hands. ]

[prescind]

You're so pushy.

( he finally shows up in the door, leaning against the frame and crossing his arms while he smiles at her. )

I'm here and you're not even naked. I feel like I've rushed all the way up here for no reason.