Katherine laughs a breathless little chuckle against Stefan's mouth at his action, thrilled at his display of impulsiveness. She winds her legs tighter about his middle, drawing him impossibly closer while she continues kissing him, her hands roaming his chest and shoulders.

"Yes, yes," is the only thing she can gasp out, his words intensifying her need like tossing fuel to the fire. Katherine nips at his mouth in a demanding manner with her teeth, hips rolling suggestively against him as one hand fists in his hair. The pesky little thing called self-control is fast slipping away; she'd much rather have gratification than control right now. She's this close to dragging Stefan by the collar of his shirt into whatever private corner that is the closest so they can properly get down to business.

Oh, Stefan, she won't kill you. Just hurt you. As for anyone else, well, that's a different story.