It had been a long time since she heard his voice, let alone felt him. A century old shiver ran up Katherine's spine at the contact and there it was: that flutter in her chest. She looked up at him, a veil of innocence over the lustful gaze she wanted to give him. "Stefan." she breathed. She was pretending but so much of this was real. She reveled in the warmth of his breath against her hair, and then all of it came crashing down in a twist of her gut. He thought he was someone else. With a slow breath, Katherine turned to him, allowing her body to press into his. For a moment, she just looked at him. His dark hair, those green eyes. She allowed herself a simple second to feel, to enjoy the way he was looking at her. Just like he used to. Elena better enjoy the two of them, after all they would have never blinked at her twice if she weren't wearing Katherine's face. "Run away? From you?" she smiled at the irony. "Never." Katherine put her hand on his face, tracing his plush lower lip with her thumb and then she went in for a kiss.
the awareness washes over him with all the grace of a car crash. it begins with the scent of her — so familiar in an entirely different way to elena that it makes his head spin, practically a dizzy spell, the very same that used to cling to his sheets, to his clothes. it's the way her body molds too perfectly against his with this confident, practiced ease, remorseless about any potential voyeurs in the crowd. it's the enjoyment dancing in her eyes, it's the too-sweet lilt in her voice he always fell so hard for, it's the exact way she holds his face (just like she used to), touches his mouth (just like she used to), tilts her head just so as she leans in. as she leans in.
stefan snaps into action. there are too many people around and who knows how many eyes on them, so he doesn't physically throw her against the closest wall the way his instincts yearn to. instead his fingers dig into her hair and pull, twists her lips off course from their destination, delivers his so close to her ear they nearly brush. raw emotion lowers his voice into something close to a snarl. "katherine."













