restroom | ( open general rp post )

[ stefan hadn't made a basic plan for today's events? katherine doubts that. he must have some idea of what he wanted to do with her... but then again, maybe he's a little more spontaneous than she remembers. ]

Does this feel good for you?

[ she can't help but smile. she taps her fingers against his kneecap and turns slightly so she can glance at him over her shoulder. ]

It feels very good to me.

It feels fine for me, yes.

( mostly, he just likes knowing that he's making her feel good. he's comfortable and warm and actually somewhat relaxed so he's trying to pass on that onto her. )

I can tell it feels good for you since you look like you're going to fall asleep on me.

I do not look like I'm about to fall asleep on you.

[ she is wide awake and relaxed, see her eyes? they're nice and wide and focused on her. they are definitely not sleepy. katherine makes an effort to quietly quicken her breathing and keep her eyes open for a little longer.

as if to prove him wrong, she shifts and rolls over so she's lying on her back with her head resting on his legs. ]

I'm just relaxed. It's been a long time since anyone's given me a massage.

[ and that's a real pity in itself. ]

When's the last time you stayed in one place long enough for anyone to give you a massage?

( from what he knows about her, she's always on the move, always with some plan in motion to keep herself safe. )

Maybe someone was just waiting for you to stay still before giving you a massage.

I never trusted anyone to give me a massage.

[ while he has a point when it comes to her not being able to stay still, she had never wanted to stay still for anyone. if she stopped running, she ran the risk of being hurt, or worse... forgoing trusting people to give her massages had been a part of her survival plan.

katherine glances at him to only look away. she doesn't want him reading into that even though the writing's practically on the wall.

so, she taps her right shoulder. ] Here.

Yes, ma'am.

( he moves his hands to her shoulder, pressing the heel of his palm down hard and rotating it to try and work the knot out. )

Do I get the massage next?

[ ma'am? maybe she can get used to stefan the masseuse.

she closes her eyes and lets out yet another contented sigh. it feels so good to be touched because someone wants to touch her. if he keeps this up, he'll be stuck doing this for the rest of the day and night. ]

You can get whatever you want as long as you keep touching me like that.

Really?

( stefan laughs and presses his hands harder against her shoulder, working knots and tights muscles loose but still being careful not to hurt her. )

That's a very open ended offer. You sure you want to say that to me? Offer that to me?

Yep.

[ it's quickly said; katherine doesn't need to think on it. closing her eyes, she rolls her shoulders and sighs contentedly. he has such magical hands, nice and big and very, very strong. he can do whatever he wants to her as long as he promises those hands are going back on her body to treat her far kinder than she's ever been treated.

opening her eyes, she peers up at him. ]

Do you have something in mind?

[ besides, you know, the sex that was planned. ]

Hmmm. I don't know, hadn't really thought about it because I hadn't expected the offer.

( he rubs her shoulders, eventually gathering some of her hair in his hands and rubbing the sides of her neck. )

Right now, the only thing I can think of is a massage. Or you cooking. But I don't think you're going to want to do that.

[ she wrinkles her nose. ] The idea of this massage is that it's meant to help me relax. I'm not cooking.

[ and she most certainly isn't cooking for him yet. what she wants to add is that she'd only cook naked, but she has a feeling that might kill him. she'll ease into that. ]

I'll give you a massage. [ she ensures to look up at him, arching her neck slightly so she can properly see him. ] Did you want it right now?

That depends.

( he looks down at her, unable to resist smiling at how relaxed she looks, laying there on his couch, against his leg. )

Do you think you've been sufficiently massaged?

No.

[ she says it quickly with a smile as she looks up at him. ]

But a little birdie told me that we'll have all the time in the world today for you to make up for it.

[ with that in mind, she pushes herself up so she's sitting. drawing her legs up so she's sitting cross-legged, she swivels around on the spot so she's facing him. then she pats her hands against her thighs like a drumroll for him to move his ass and lie own. ]

( stefan smirks before shaking his head. he pulls his hands away when she moves to start sitting up and watches her twist and shift until she's facing him and telling him that it's his turn.

he's a little slower to move, stretching his legs out and finding a comfortable spot before he lower his head down, cheek pressed against her thigh. )

That good?

[ her hands are immediately in his hair. she stays still, not wanting to accidentally buck him off her leg. she remains sitting cross-legged as she bows over him, busying herself with his hair for the moment. it's been a very long time since she's seen stefan from this angle and she finds that she likes it quite a lot. ]

Mhm.

[ her hands slide down to his shoulders where her fingers dig in around the bone. her touch is hard enough to remind anyone she's not a regular woman. ]

How does that feel?

( stefan grunts a little, shifting when her hands dig right into tight muscles. he let's out a long breath, settling a little more comfortably against her. )

Good.

( very good, actually. )

Don't stop.

I didn't intend to.

[ she smiles. her intention is all about having him turn to putty on her bare leg. she would've killed to have stefan be so vulnerable and trusting of her to do this years ago, but she wouldn't have enjoyed it as much as she does now. ]

What are you thinking about? Your lack of sex plans?

[ all she wants is to see his neck flush beetroot red. ]

My — what?

( he doesn't know if he wants to talk about his sex plans or any plans. admitting that was hard enough. he flushes, shifting against her leg. )

I'm not thinking about anything.

Oh.

[ she pretends to sound disappointed by that. digging her hands into his shoulders, she brushes her fingers against the back of his neck. ]

So you're not thinking about me?

I'm thinking about...your hands on me right now.

( that was all that was on his mind right now. her hands, her touch, the way she was digging her fingers into tense muscles. )

That's what's on my mind.

Where are my hands?

[ she hums, then digs her fingers into his shoulders. feeling inspired by his very innocent answer, she decides to twist it around. ]

Here?

[ then she trails then to the back of his neck. ] Here?

[ while her fingers go up into his hair to give him a rough scalp massage, her eyes wander down his back. ]

Or further down?

Yes.

( is that a good answer? her hands are there and there and everywhere. they're on his shoulders and in his hair and he finally feels like he's relaxing. )

Your hands are there.

( he doesn't specify where her hands are because he likes that they're all over the place. )

Hm.

[ while he may not think to specify, katherine does. she digs her hands into his shoulders, a little harder at first before she softens her firm grip. ]

I think you should take your shirt off. It's difficult getting to here.

[ and as emphasis, she digs her fingers into where his neck and shoulder meet.

he may be too shy to admit to having a sex plan, but katherine's already devised at least five... and she plans on implementing them right now. ]

It's getting difficult?

( he doesn't think she's telling the truth but...he's going to give her this one. he pushes himself up, reaching for the hem of his tee shirt and sliding it over his head.

he tosses it aside and then moves to lay back down against her thigh though now his back is bare instead of being covered by a shirt. )

[ oh, she's so glad that he didn't make this difficult for her.

ogling him as he takes off his shirt and returns to his perch on her thigh, katherine's hands move back to his shoulders and she slides them heavily down his back, leaning forward as she does so. ]

You're so tense, Stefan.

[ she tsks and shakes her head. digging her nails into the middle of his back, she pulls herself back up to sit straight and ensures to drag her hands along his spine. ]

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