#jenngilbert

“You are going to be sleeping,” Katherine replied knowingly. Jenn would probably be out cold until midday with this level of intoxication. At least she was an affectionate drunk. She grasped the airplane bottle and put her hand over Jenn’s, but shook her head. “I’ll be gone and back before you wake up. But I’m going to sleep. And you can only stay for tonight.” It was pointless for her to even set ground rules with an inebriated teenager. But she was serious.

Katherine’s confusion heightened. It sucked being around a drunk person while being sober; it was even worse to have to babysit. “Did you take something? Seriously, lay down. I have an early morning.” She forcefully guided her descendant to the couch and disentangled herself from the arm hold.

Katherine’s nose wrinkled at the smell of liquor on Jenn’s breath. Getting her inside wasn’t much of an issue, just one hell of a surprise for her to show up at all. “You can have the couch. Don’t touch my stuff.” With a touch of forward thinking, she also grabbed a small trashcan and lined it with a plastic bag. “And if you feel nauseous, there’s a trashcan right here.” Her tone was a little tense; she did not want vomit staining or stinking up her place.

“Aww….Is someone ashamed of being my obedient little pet? And I was so excited to parade you around Mystic Falls just wearing a leash so you could get used to the place again.” She taunted with a mischievous grin as she began to caress her back in a soft but provoking way. “Hmm….Sorry…Still nothing.” She purred playfully biting her ear with human teeth before facing her. “Remind me Jenn….Why should I remember you?” Katherine asked teasingly squeezing her butt.

“Sorry to disappoint…Maybe you just weren’t that memorable?” Katherine suggested with a teasing grin. One hand extending in order to caress the silhouette of the girl in a slow and provoking manner. “I remember calling you pet….Plaything….”Katherine taunted playing with the distance between the two. “My eager little slut.” She whispered darkly and with and amused expression. “But a name?…Are you sure you even have one?”

“Well if it isn’t my favorite daughter of my least favorite ugly mirror. I see that you still remember how to address your betters. Good girl.” She teased playfully. “How do you know if I even recall your name? Umm?”

Katherine didn’t really have any objection to making a cake exactly, but the whole domesticity of it all didn’t appeal to her dominant wild side. She rolled over and looked at Jenn with a slight pout. “Want to get started without me? I’ll be in in like, five minutes. Promise.”

Katherine’s lips formed a mix of a smirk and a smile. She couldn’t help it; something initially intolerable and annoying as Jenn’s singing had finally grown on her. At least a little. The younger girl could just be so peppy. Katherine rolled onto her back to face her mirror image. “What the hell is a snowman cake?” She asked in a flat voice.