won't say how (katherine & stefan)
won't say how
Fandom: The Vampire Diaries
Pairing: Katherine/Stefan
Rating: R
Warnings: sexual situations
Summary: Trapped with her but Stefan has to remember that Katherine is all about tricks.
Notes: For the "confined spaces" prompt, requested.
He should have seen it. Or, at least, he should have had some alarms going off. Because when he wakes up with a headache in a cramped space with another body against him, Stefan realizes that he probably doesn’t have that sixth sense at all. It’s some sort of cell and there’s a small opening if he could stand and peek through. He can hardly stretch his legs and it’s like he’s been stuffed inside a closet with someone else. Speaking of which…
“You’re finally awake.”
The voice is all too familiar and he hopes to any deity watching over him that it’s not reallyher. His back is against the wall and hers is against the other. It seems like her knees are brought up to her chest. She’s resting between his legs. Unconsciously, Stefan shifts his right leg away from her, as if that helps because his knee hits the wall. He groans and closes his eyes. She chuckles and he feels like telling her to shut the hell up.
“Hunters, obviously. They thought it would be cute to put us together.”
“Don’t know why-maybe they knew we’d kill each other,” Stefan mutters dryly and she lets out a small, tired chuckle.
He wonders when was the last time she fed because she really doesn’t sound too good. When there’s no more reply from her, Stefan sighs and stares upward again. There’s some light. But not enough. They must be somewhere underground or it’s nighttime and there’s some moonlight. He groans, unable to really think clearly. His head still hurts. But it’s lessening. He thinks there might be a god that hates him if he’s suck in such a small space with Katherine of all people. Or karma is finding ways to pick at him.
Her leg extends and brushes against the inside of his. She isn’t wearing her infamous skinny jeans-it’s more like a skirt or shorts because her legs are definitely bare. And knowing that along with the strange sensation makes him want to shift uncomfortably but he knows she’ll catch it. He tightly shuts his eyes again and desperately thinks of a way to get out of this predicament. Surrounded by wood, he really has no idea what’s going on outside-his hearing is still going haywire along with the rest of his senses. He’s pretty sure they’re indoors, though. His vision is beginning to come back to him and he notes what she’s wearing (skirt, tank top and her curls are messed up in that way he remembered liking, which he dispels right away).
She does it again and Stefan jolts, cursing himself. Something changes in the air and he spies Katherine tilt her head to the side. He coughs and shifts, which only makes her extend her leg further, grazing across his jeaned inner thigh. She’s playing him, Stefan realizes. And it makes him a little annoyed because that means Katherine finds entertainment no matter where she is. He sends her a glare and she’s smirking.
“Don’t, Katherine.”
“Don’t what, Stefan?” she whispers, leaning over, her hand on his chest, fingers splayed and Stefan stares directly at her with a stern look. “It’s not like we have anything better to do.”
Stefan continues giving her a glare as her hand travels down, between his legs and fingers brushing against the material. As a result, Stefan jerks just a bit and she has a smug expression. “Katherine-” Her nails scrape against the jeans where his growing hard on is. “-stop.”
“Oh, Stefan,” she says, smooth and quietly, “They won’t come for us for a long time…” she’s crouched over him now and Stefan averts his gaze. “It’s okay,” the smirk is on her lips, he knows by her tone, and he hates himself when he takes in a breath as she begins lazy strokes through the jeans.
When he puts his hands on her hips she raises and he follows as they struggle to stand. He’s just grateful there’s enough room for that as he has her back against the wall, pressing hard up against her and mouth over hers. She’s won but he’s stopped caring. She’s already unbuttoning his jeans, tugging them down enough to reach inside his boxers. Stefan’s hand slips between her thighs, his hand rubbing her roughly through her panties. He can feel the smirk she has as her hips roll against his hand. Her fingers find him, grasping his cock in her hands and he bites her lips the moment she begins stroking him.
“So he loses self control after all,” she chuckles against his mouth and he tears at her underwear, making her gasp.
As he slips two fingers in, he marvels at how wet she already is. She probably had planned this. And that really does make sense because, really, what doesn’t Katherine plan? She parts her lips and he knows she’s about to tease him again but he thrusts his fingers in again and she takes in a sharp breath. “Katherine,” he breathes out, “Stop talking.”
He knows she’s about to say something else but he raises her suddenly, letting her legs wrap around his hips. And when he’s inside her, he tries ignoring the fact her moans are turning him on more than they really should be. He’s moving his hips a little bit faster and she wraps her arms around his neck. Something about it seems familiar, though he doesn’t want to recall the past. And he’s just grateful she doesn’t say his name at all.
And when she shudders and comes, she tightens around him and Stefan bites his lip to keep from letting out any loud moan when he comes with her. He keeps her against the wall, waiting for her to drop her legs. And when she doesn’t, Stefan does it himself. She releases a small moan, like a protest and he wonders what that means. (Probably something you don’t want to know, Stefan.) And she slinks to the floor, taking him with her. They’re still partially undressed and they smell of sweat and sex but at least his headache is gone. (And he’s keeping his eyes off her because it’s tempting to do it all over again.)
“We’re not really trapped by hunters, are we?” he throws her a suspicious glare.
Katherine smiles and shrugs. “We were. But they died about three hours ago.”
Later, after getting back to the boarding house and taking a cold shower, Stefan will say he managed to shut Katherine up for the first time. And Katherine will be able to say she managed to make Stefan lose self restraint. They both won’t say how.
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No one understands my need for Stefonnie and Steferine smut. :/ It's horrible.