restroom | ( open general rp post )

[ ftr, she does, especially now that it doesn't earn his ire.

resting her elbows on the countertop, she leans her chin on the back of her hands as she eyes him. so, it's not that answer he wants. he's fishing and she refuses to be baited so quickly and easily. ]

Are you looking for a particular answer, Stefan?

No.

( stefan shakes his head and then shrugs. )

I just want...you to answer honestly. Whatever that might be.

( that's it, that's all. )

What do you want to be doing?

[ she arches her brow and looks at him pointedly. really, she could just come out and say it, but he invited her here and she thinks it's only her duty to encourage him to answer.

besides, she's been wrong before. it's rare when it comes to katherine pierce, but it happens.

with a sigh, she glances down. she ensures to keep her tone a deadpan. ] Drinking? Skinny dipping in the lake? Playing naked Twister? None of the above?

( stefan sighs, frustration edging into the sound. he shakes his head and starts to wonder if he should have approached this differently. )

I didn't ask you here to just talk and drink wine.

( look, he'll get to what he wants to say. just give him some time. )

So, what did you ask me here for?

[ while she doesn't say it as gently as someone else might, it does lack a lot of her usual teasing and goading. it's clear that he's struggling with this, but she has a feeling if she's the one to say it, then he won't feel as good as he could if he's the one who voices what he wants. ]

Naked Twister? Skinny dipping? [ katherine smiles mischievously. ] You didn't refute those.

You always have to make things hard, don't you?

( maybe that wasn't the best choice of words to use considering what he thinks they're both here for.

he doesn't know if he even has the right words so maybe...maybe, he'll just act.

in a second. give him one more second to deal with his internal conflict. )

[ resting her chin on the back of her hands, she shrugs a shoulder as she gazes up at him with a smile. she's katherine pierce, the ultimate survivor, wildcard, and difficult person. making things easy isn't part of her suite of skills.

granted, she has been taking it rather easy on stefan. he just doesn't know it. ]

I don't agree. I think I'm being rather nice.

I don't think you are.

( without a word, stefan reaches over and tries to take her hand. he knows he could be bolder and do more but he starts here with a simple touch. )

You're making me work for it.

[ she lets him. katherine sits back and rests her other hand on the counter, looking a little surprised. it's not a bad reaction—she simply thought he'd stall a little more… or perhaps prove she'd been reading this all wrong. ]

You're not friends with me because I'm easy to talk to.

[ if he wanted someone easy to talk to, he has elena, caroline, damon, bonnie... he doesn't want that. ]

So, we're friends now?

( he slides his fingers against the backs of her fingers, looking down at her skin. )

Do you want to be friends with me?

[ she glances down at their fingers, watching his with a slight suspicious narrow to her eyes. what is he planning? what does he intend to do? even though she knows she can trust him now, she can't help her paranoia. ]

Do you not want to be friends with me?

[ she glances up at him with a small smile, very telling that she knows she's being cheeky. she knows that answering a question is a question's bound to annoy him, but it's his getaway house. he should answer first. ]

Do you always answer a question with a question?

( it's a very good but sometimes irritating defense mechanism, he knows. )

I asked you first. But you should know my answer anyway. Why would I invite you here if I didn't want to be friends?

[ katherine shrugs. ] Intense masochism.

[ look, that's not answering with a question!

resting the elbow of her free arm against the countertop, she leans her chin against the knuckles of her hand. quietly, ] Why did you invite me here, Stefan? For a friendly game of Twister?

I invited you here because...I wanted to see you.

( he thinks he's said that before. he rubs her knuckles gently and then brings his lips down to kiss them.

he's trying to be a little bolder now. )

I invited you here because...because I want you.

[ without moving her chin from her hand, she shifts her wrist so that she can cover her mouth with her fingers. she doesn't want him to see her smile, even though he'd easily be able to tell.

she could be annoying and ask him how. how does he want her? to watch movies? but she thinks it's only fair that she picks and chooses when she's difficult. ]

You invited me over to have sex.

[ she shifts her hand away and looks up at him with a smile, still resting her chin on her hand. ]

And I came over here to have sex with you.

[ even if that's not what he means, it's what she means. ]

( stefan blushes because he hadn't expected her to be quite so...straightforward about it. but that's stupid because this is katherine and it's what she does. he clears his throat and then ducks his head. )

Maybe.

( it was kind of what he was hoping for, yes. )

No, definitely. It's definitely why I invited you over.

[ lucky for him, he changes his answer. she was about to raise her brow in disbelief at his attempt to play coy.

pressing her lips together, she nods. ] So is this invitation for a drink all part of your seduction? [ she traces the brim of her glass with her finger of the hand he isn't holding.

she's simply teasing, but she wouldn't mind if he blushed a little more. ]

Not...really.

( he shrugs a bit, cheeks flushing a darker red as he looks away to try and hide what he knows is a blush. )

I just wanted to give us a chance to talk first. That's all.

[ mission success. ]

Red's a nice colour on you.

[ she can't help herself. he's admitted he wants her and katherine's riding this high. considering she's a girl who has very bad luck in finding good things, she's going to hold on tight to this one and milk it for all it's worth.

she smirks. ]

So what's on the seduction topic list? Hm? Are you going to ask me if my feet hurt? If I need a massage?

Thanks.

( that just makes him blush even more, something he tries to hide by ducking his head. but, she's going to see it so he just...let's it happen. )

Do your feet hurt? Do you need a massage?

( well, since she brought it up and all. )

Yes.

[ she says that one quickly. she has no shame—she looks at him with a smile on her face, daring him to back down from this now. so, he's invited her over here for a midday romp. katherine's not particularly upset about that.

but she does hide her own nervousness with her bravado. there's no room in this house away from civilisation for two of them to behave all bumbling and blushing-like. ]

Are you going to give me one?

I can.

( he hasn't given a foot massage in awhile but he thinks he still knows enough to make sure he doesn't cripple her when he touches her feet.

he reaches for her wine glass and picks it up, putting them near the sink before nodding towards the living room. )

Come on, let's go sit down.

[ she kind of expected him to balk. now it's katherine who does, staring at him for a moment as he takes her wine glass.

there's nothing else for her to do but to follow him to his living room. if she doesn't, then that means he wins this game of chicken, and she doesn't like losing at all. dropping onto the couch, she makes no move to remove her shoes.

she does make a point to look around. ]

This place is so much more comfortable than the Boarding House.

[ no damon. ]

That's because your favorite Salvatore is nowhere to be seen.

( he knows how she feels about damon and he knows what damon would say if he knew they were together.

he doesn't care.

stefan moves to take a seat beside her, motioning for her to lift one of her legs towards him. )

I like this place. I don't come here nearly enough.

You should probably change that.

[ she leans forward to pull her shoes off and lets them lie haphazardly on the floor. while katherine wouldn't mind him touching her foot and then hopefully her leg, she decides she wants something else. touching her feet and maybe teasing her ankle isn't enough, not after his little confession in the kitchen.

at his invitation, she pushes herself up and lies her head on his lap. ]

I decided a head massage would be a far better use of your fingers.

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