restroom | ( open general rp post )

[ she laughs and pretends to gasp. ]

How scandalous, Mr Salvatore.

[ that's truly scandalous for him. she finds herself pleasantly surprised and a little turned on. pressing her lips together, she makes a show of considering it. ]

Just know if you drop anything I will feel the need to pick it up as the guest of this house.

( he was going to drop everything ever if that was the case. he would be the clumsiest person in the world. )

Is that a promise?

( he hopes so. )

[ biting her bottom lip, she only smiles. ]

Why don't you try and find out?

[ as much as she likes lying on her back with him on top of her, she wants to see the rest of his house that he's whisked her away to. she does wonder if she's the only one to ever see it. ]

You're ready to get up and take a tour already?

( he'd thought she'd be weak kneed for at least a little longer. not that he minds but he's surprised.

so, he starts rolling off of her carefully, moving to slide off and get his feet on the ground. )

Okay, we can do that.

[ letting out a sigh, she rolls her shoulders and pushes herself up. her hips feel a little heavy and she knows that she is covered in blood, but she doesn't care. no one will see her but him.

sliding off the bed, she stands near him and brushes her fingers against her shoulder. raising her hands above her head, she stretches her arms and back. ]

You're a very sexy tour guide.

I've definitely never been called that before.

( stefan waits for her to finish stretching before he reaches for one of her hands and starts to tug her out of the bedroom.

the house is fairly large though not as big as the boarding house in mystic falls. it has two floors and is more rustic and woodsy than anything.

he walks them back into the living area first. )

Hm. I vaguely remember this room.

[ she remembers it all too well. her shoes still sit by the couch, unmoved.

she grips his hand and peers around, feeling little exposed but enjoying the fact that he's naked, too. katherine peers at the coffee table and imagines fucking him on it.

with pep to her voice, she laughs, ] Where are we, Mr Salvatore?

[ best to play the role of the guided. ]

Welcome to my lovely living room, Katherine. It's where I spend a lot of my time when I'm here. It's quiet and warm and sometimes I fall asleep on the couch.

( he spins the both of them around before laughing and tugging her towards the kitchen. )

I drink wine and eat food and read a lot in here.

[ she's looking over her shoulder as he leads her to the kitchen, wanting to ask him questions about his sleeping arrangements and grandpa napping, but it seems she's too late. ]

Do you?

[ she plants her bare feet on the ground in here, looking around his kitchen. ] And do you cook? I noticed you didn't specify that, Mr Salvatore.

Sometimes. Not always but sometimes.

( it's not always fun to cook for one so he oftentimes orders out or finds small meals to pop into the oven. but honestly, he hasn't been here in awhile to really have cooked for even himself. )

But, I stocked up before you got here.

( which means he's going to cook for her. )

[ her brows lift up in pleasant surprise at that. there's no need to have him read what's between the lines: he had wanted to cook for her. it's been a long time since she's had anyone cook for her.

lifting her finger to her mouth, she bites her nail thoughtfully before dropping her hand. ]

Do you think you can show me what those things are?

[ yes, she's going to drop something so she can pick it up. katherine is nothing but someone who follows through. ]

What things?

( it takes stefan a moment to realize she's talking about — )

You mean the forks?

( he thinks he might have an idea of what she's going to do so he picks a few up and passes them to her. )

They're used to eat and to keep things neat as you eat. Great for spaghetti.

[ she reaches for the forks and then accidentally lets them slip between her fingers. with a mock gasp, she presses her fingertips to her mouth and does her best to look surprised (while very, very amused). ]

Whoops. How clumsy of me.

[ she does exactly as she had proposed: she bends down and grabs them. ]

Wow, what am I going to do with you, dropping my forks all over the place.

( please ignore the sudden flush on his cheeks that's dipping down his neck. he clears his throat. )

Thank you for picking them up.

( and nearly killing him. )

[ she knows she can do better.

with the forks in hand, she hands them out for him to take, smiling proudly at the blush tinging his skin. she thinks it could go redder, but the next time he thinks to drop something, she needs to make sure she's standing in front of him. ]

Here you go. Sorry about that.

[ she's not. ]

You're a little klutzy today, aren't you?

( stefan chuckles and then puts the forks back before retaking her hand. )

Do you want to see the rest of my house or would you like to just drop stuff to pick up?

[ that's a rather enticing offer... katherine would like to see just how long it takes for him to grab her by the hips and help her pick something up. narrowing her eyes, she considers her options and decides she doesn't need to choose. ]

Why not both?

[ he has other things to drop around his house, right? she's seen he has throw pillows, books, a lamp… ]

Do you have a problem with that?

No, not at all.

( she'd just have to be careful or he might end up interrupting the tour for some...other things. )

I just don't want you to throw out your back with all this bending.

[ that's the point.

she arches her brow at him and folds her arms against her chest. the expression she wears is one that implies he's very much in danger, even though the only danger he's in is him bending her over and breaking his own hip. ]

Are you implying I'm old?

Aren't you?

( she was six hundred years old, after all. that's pretty old but she wears them well. he smiles and even reaches around to give her ass a smack. )

Come on, we have more of the tour to enjoy.

[ katherine gasps and laughs, completely taken aback by the smack on the ass. she smiles up at him, partly incredulous, as she grips his hand tightly in hers and gives him a shove when she'd very much rather pull him close and do him on his kitchen bench.

she has time. she'll break it in for him.. ]

Then take me on this tour, guide.

I'm trying but you're just being so clumsy and klutzy that we keep getting delayed.

( but he pulls her along into another room close by. it's a sitting room of a sort. there's comfortable sofa and chairs and bookcases lining the walls. there's a big picture window to let in the sun. )

I like this room.

[ she brushes by stefan, letting go of his hand absently as she steps into his liked room. she walks over to the picture window and looks out at the house's surroundings she'd only gotten a glimpse of when she'd pulled up on the driveway. ]

I can see why.

[ if he had shown her this room first, she wouldn't be standing naked in front of it. it would've been very difficult to try and pull her away from it. ]

Your home away from home is very beautiful.

Thank you. I don't really bring people here. It's one of the few places that I've kept secret from everyone.

( damon doesn't know about it and he'd never told elena. katherine was it. he smiles at her and shrugs. )

I just liked having a place where I could be alone, if I needed be.

It's very you.

[ unlike the boarding house, where everything stefan is drowned out by everything damon. here, he's not suffocated by his brother.

she turns around and walks back to him, reaching for his hand. ]

I like it. And I like that you trust me with your secret home away from home.

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