Elena’s eyes zone in and out. When she is focused, her eyes are open but filled with pleasure, hardly incapable of taking in her surroundings. More and more, she loses that focus as Katherine replaces her finger for a smooth cleanly sliced ginger root. She continues to rub circles on Elena’s clit. Her expression, her deepening breaths, her lack of control, her impatience as her hips grind for more - she loves it all. However, Katherine wants a little something more.

“Elena,” Katherine whispers, roughly pinching a nipple between her thumb and finger to get her fading attention.

She thinks she'll tease Elena a little more after seeing her lovely adorable pout has turned into complete annoyance. After all, frustration appears to bring the worst - or best, in their case - out of the newborn. Her nails dig deeper and draw thin rivers of blood into Katherine’s skin before the flesh mends itself, only proving just how much. This delicious feeling, the way Elena’s eyes are full of annoyance, the way she bites her lips, clenches her jaw - her mere reflection copy from Mystic Falls would never be this bold if she isn't full of frustration. Then her head rolls to the side of the cushion - a clear attempt to conceal it which Katherine won't have her hiding more of that delightful expression. Even now, Katherine can see the whine on her face - one she's sure Elena is unaware of.

“Mm, don't do that.” Katherine lifts the ginger root from Elena’s clit, earning herself a beautiful whine. Her head rolls back and those eyes are full of annoyance for just a moment. Katherine swaps the ginger root for an ice cube from the cooler box. She applies the lightest of pressure on her clit, rubbing one tiny circle, watching as Elena’s cheeks suck unneeded oxygen, before removing it again. She enjoys the little huff that leaves her reflection’s copy boring annoyance into her own. Feigning ignorance, Katherine smirks, “Something wrong, cupcake?”

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