taxonomites | now i rock a house party at the drop of a hat.

It's around five o'clock in the morning when the citizens of Taxon find themselves inexplicably transported into rooms within the Sanctuary. Doors are left open and beds unmade, food abandoned and lights left on, still shining brightly for those who were awake and are no longer present. The Extras don't seem to notice the captive population's sudden disappearance, continuing on with their business as usual.

For those relocated, though, it's an entirely different story.

They find themselves in rooms with white, alabaster walls that gives them an almost too-clean feeling, as if the entire place was sanitized prior to their arrival. The room assignments are seemingly random, people placed on floors with those they don't know and don't like, people they would rather not be within twenty feet of. It matters not, for what's done is done and cannot be undone. For those who happen to have pets, they'll find them waiting for their owners in the rooms as if nothing is out of the ordinary.

The only thing the captives have managed to bring with them is the clothes on their back and the tablets. On them, they find the following message:

SORRY FOR THE INCONVENIENCE PLEASE ENJOY YOUR STAY WHILE WE ADDRESS CERTAIN TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES

Unfortunately for those who try to find a means of escape, they'll discover there is none. Leaving the Sanctuary will prove to be as difficult as leaving Taxon itself. However, if one heads down the right corridor and the right floor, they'll find something else entirely lurking in their midst...

( ooc | sorry for the delay in posting! your mods were otherwise occupied with things of the irl variety this morning. THIS BE A PARTY POST, Y'ALL. room assignments are here, and refer back to the sott post proper for any additional information. please contact us with any questions/concerns you may have in regards to this plot. ♥ )

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Katherine moans in delight when Stefan grabs her and pulls her so close there's hardly any space left between their bodies, tightening her hold of him and deepening the kiss. She's always had a decent appetite for sex and sensuality is a big part of her personality, but those urges seem to be even more prominent nowadays when she's with Stefan. For one, she loves him, and she's always been more demonstrative with actions rather than words. Second, the fact that they're both vampires adds a whole other layer to the sex. There are certain things that can only be experienced between those of their own kind, and there is no need to remain mindful to keep from accidentally hurting the other. There's just pleasure, and it's intoxicating. She's spent over a hundred years longing for him from afar, and she's done resisting the more baser impulses now that they're actually together.

Were this anyone else but Stefan, Katherine would match that move and roll them right back so that she's on top and in control. But she doesn't, because she's learned that it's not quite so bad to hand the control over to Stefan sometimes. Katherine shifts a little underneath him and winds long, bare legs around his hips, making a little noise of disappointment when he pulls away from the kiss. She has no time to initiate another one as his unexpected question catches her completely off guard.

"What?" Katherine breathes in confusion, frowning up at Stefan. She huffs a little in frustration, causing one of the straps of her nightie to slip down her shoulder. "You want to talk about that now?"

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Stefan shrugs. "Why not?"

He's curious, yes, but there's also the underlying desire to not do this with her right now. Not so soon after he bedded Elena. It feels wrong, an affront to both girls that he's stringing along with him. Consciously or subconsciously, perhaps a combination of the two, Stefan finds a reason to attempt to detour them from ending up without clothes and tangled up in the corse sheets on the bed.

Katherine just stares at him incredulously for a moment. What the hell? This has to be the first time anyone ever refuses sex with her. She's not certain whether to be more confused, concerned or insulted.

"Why not? You are kidding, right?" she finally gets out, disbelief coloring her voice. "I mean, you do realize that we were about to do something much more pleasant just now? Are you feeling alright?"

"You'd rather have sex with me than talk to me?"

...oh dear. Stefan, honey. You are the woman in this relationship.

Katherine gives Stefan The Look that women give men when they think they're being kind of silly. Not that she didn't enjoy talking to him, but right now the sex would have been preferred.

"Well, I admit I am somewhat concerned that I'm lying here underneath you practically naked and you'd rather talk than do something about it. That's usually not what happens."

She narrows her eyes, dropping the question that every male should be afraid of. "What, do you not find me attractive anymore?"

"Of course I find you attractive. How could I not? I wouldn't be with you if I didn't--" Oh no. Back up, back up! "N-not that I'm with you solely because of your looks. I mean, you're hot, but that's not what's keeping me here. It helps, but it's not the main reason." He sighs. "Look, Katherine. I love you; you know that. I'm with you, because I love you, and I like being with you for reasons beyond how great the sex is. And lately it seems like all we do is have sex."

It should not be that easy to tell her that he loves her. It used to be a chore to choke the words out without them sounding choked.

Katherine waits patiently as Stefan fumbles through his explanation, brown eyes narrowing dangerously as he nearly shoves his foot into his mouth in the beginning. Lucky for him he backtracks quickly and moves onto those three little words that mollify her. With a sigh, Katherine resigns herself to the fact that there would be no sex anytime soon and drops her legs from about his hips back to the mattress.

"You think we're having too much sex," she summarizes, a tinge of disbelief in her voice. She sighs again, already knowing how this is going to end. Sometimes their gender roles were seriously reserved in this relationship. Oh, the things she's willing to do for him. "Alright. Talking it is."

Lifting on her elbows, Katherine gives him a pleading look. "Can I at least get a kiss first?"

Stefan nods. Yes, that works. Too much sex. It's not a lie - because multiple times in one day that he can't count on the fingers of one hand is a little ridiculous, Katherine - but it's not exactly the truth, either. Stefan's becoming the king of white lies, telling just enough of the truth to satisfy whoever he's talking to and hoarding the parts that are lies and truths withheld like some dirty piece of laundry that can't be aired.

"If you insist," he teases, a grin tugging at the corners of his lips. One hand remains on the mattress to brace himself with while the other comes up and slides into her curls. He kisses her tenderly, languidly, deliberately pouring as much emotion into the kiss as he can to help emphasize the love he just proclaimed and reassure her that he wasn't going anywhere.

"Oh, I do," Katherine smirks back before his mouth covers hers. She responds with equal emotion, happy to keep the kiss slow and soft instead of pushing for anything more forceful.

"Sweet, steadfast Stefan," she croons as they separate, sighing contentedly against his lips before whispering earnestly, "I love you so much."

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