A FUCKED UP KISSING MEME bc who needs soft kisses when you can have This !
"I'm sorry," his breath was cool against the red angered skin, the muscles in his neck trembled at the weight of his desire rip and tear again. There was enough damage already. The hand gripping her thigh would reveal bruises in the morning. Stefan hovered over the wound, the agony of hurting her fought with the pleasure of causing pain. Of tasting fear.
Stefan couldn't face her yet, not with his demonic black eyes and his face stained with her blood, so he leaned in again - this time gentle as a lamb. He kissed the mark on her neck, still leaking red, as an apology.
A FUCKED UP KISSING MEME bc who needs soft kisses when you can have This !
She's trembling in his arms, the moment she felt fangs pierce skin Katherine knew she had a fifty fifty shot of making it out of there. Not only is he a ripper but doppelganger blood is especially delicious....
Even in the moment, the fear she has is not for him. It's for death. Katherine has never been afraid of Stefan. She's never been afraid of his dark side, no that fear isnt for him, it's for deaths door.
So as he leans in and apologizes, kissing the torn flesh that once would have already been healed, Katherine clings to him. Holds him close, accepting his apology as she tries to calm down.
She can't blame a wild animal for doing what wild animals do, and she never has. She's never blamed Stefan for his nature. Its not like any of them chose to be who they were. Who they are.
So Katherine turns to look at him. Brave face on as she does.
"I know Stefan." As horrifying as it is to feel death breathing down her neck, he had the control to pull off of her before it was too late. That's got to speak for something. At least it did for her.
"I know. It's ok. I'm ok."
And still she fearlessly looks into his eyes, touches his cool skin. No hesitation to be found and there never would be.
Her fear has never been for him, but her love and trust has always been his.
kiss on an injury your muse gave to mine.