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[ location: bronte beach ] let that igloo cooler mark your piece of paradise.

Word has it, Taxon, that there's going to be a party. These rumors are not untrue, for one

slaying has arranged something of a get together for the Fourth of July. Unfortunately, the Extras have caught wind of this soirée and are already in the presence of crashing it, rocking those holey jeans and chilling with some Lynyrd Skynyrd and good ol' Hank Williams. This is their kind of party.

Don't let them have all the fun. The sun is getting low, so get on out here and get your party on before fireworks start lighting up the faux night sky.

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Katherine lifts one hand to her mouth to hide a wide smile when Stefan resurfaces, soaked, but is unable to contain her giggles. The giggles turn into a shriek of laughter when Stefan catches her and returns the favor. A few moments later she's similarly drenched from head to toe, sputtering and pushing back wet strands of hair clinging to her face with one hand while clinging to Stefan's arm with the other.

"Okay, I call for a truce," she pleads, grinning broadly.

Stefan moves to submerge her again, but stops when she asks for a truce. He pretends to think about it, as if the mere notion is something that requires a great deal of thought, before shrugging and sighing like this 'truce' is going to take a great deal of unnecessary effort. "I suppose if you insist."

And while he could yell out 'psych' and dunk her again, and the thought does cross his mind, he refrains. Instead, his arms move to wrap about her form to pull her towards and against him in the water. "See, we can be normal. Average teenager's not so bad, is it?"

"I do," she replies with a slight pout which is quickly replaced by a smirk, some quip about how she'd always known Stefan played rough right on the tip of her tongue - but she curbs the impulse and dismisses the thought. No reason to bring tones from the past into the present, especially when they are having such a good time.

Smiling a softer kind of smile, Katherine loops her arms loosely around Stefan's neck when he pulls her close. "Actually, it's not bad at all. I'm glad we came here today, Stefan. It's been fun."

In many ways, what he's doing with Katherine was benefiting him in ways he's not yet aware of. Stefan had never been entirely comfortable with being a vampire, no matter what he claimed, ashamed of the impulses and urges he felt that weren't exactly kosher amongst the human community that was supposed to be his kind's prey. Katherine has helped him relax and be more accepting of those parts of himself, willing to indulge in baser instincts now and again without being consumed by shame after.

"So am I." He's having trouble seeing why he was so apprehensive about being seen in public with her. What should have him glancing over his shoulder every five seconds as he's eaten away by paranoia isn't even cause for concern.

Katherine, on her part, has noted to her delight some of the changes in Stefan during these past months. There is a part of her that feels guilty of not having been there for him in the beginning to guide him along in his new life as would have been her responsibility. Suppose she should be thankful that Lexi had helped him, but Katherine can't help but think how different things would be if she had been there herself. But she's determined to do what she can now, encouraging him subtly and at times not so subtly. Every time Stefan voluntarily embraces his vampiric tendencies (case in point, biting at her just now) without remorse nowadays, Katherine can't help but feel a little twinge of satisfaction.

Still affected by their earlier playfulness, Katherine trails her hands up Stefan's neck and weaves her fingers into his hair, ruffling the wet strands and laughing quietly. "You're cute like this."

Edited 2011-07-30 14:24 (UTC)

He makes a face at her, full of defiance and disapproval for the term. "I'm am not cute."

Undeterred by Stefan's entirely predictable response, Katherine giggles, grinning. "Are too, and there's nothing wrong with that. God, what is it with guys and their abhorrence of that word?"

"It's a girly word!" He protests, slipping out of her grasp to swim back and away from her, out into deeper water to the point where he can't touch sand with his toes anymore. Stefan treads the water easily, having learned to swim long before that bullet from his father's own gun took his life. "You don't apply girly words to guys."

He spashed at her with one hand. "You don't hear me calling you handsome."

"A girly word?" Katherine repeats on a peal of laughter, tilting her head and smiling. "Not even when I meant it as hot cute, not goofy cute?"

Katherine smirks, splashing him back once. "That used to be perfectly fine, you know. You must have read at least one Jane Austen novel in class."

She doubts anyone can overhear them in the water, but to err on the side of caution she still sticks to their public covers instead of speaking from personal experience.

"Hot is fine," he says, "but not hot cute -- or goofy cute. I'm not goofy, either."

Stefan shrugs in the water. "Never really paid attention," he lies, keeping up the cover just as she is.

Katherine, seeing an opportunity to tease a little, adopts a contemplative expression and tilts her head some more at Stefan's claim of not being goofy.

"Well..." she draws out the word, biting her lip to keep from bursting into giggles. Apparently the danger of being dunked again is not a current concern of hers.

Stefan glowers at her, then disappears under the water. Grabbing one of her legs, he dunks her again. When he resurfaces, he's standing some feet away, grinning like the cat who just caught the mouse.

"Missing something?" He waits a moment, then holds up the bottom piece to her bikini.

Pushing strands of wet hair from her face as she resurfaces, Katherine's jaw drops a little at the scrap of green fabric in Stefan's hand, torn between amusement and indignation.

"Oh, no you didn't!" Planting her hands on her hips in the water, she gives him a mock glare that's pretty halfhearted at best. "I would like that back. Or else."

"I did," he proclaims, twirling the cloth around one finger. "Or else, what?"

Katherine lifts her chin and smirks, a touch impishly. "Or else I'll just have to take off the top, too. I like symmetry."

Stefan's eyebrows raise, mind wandering to how alluring the sight would be -- then they narrow in instant disapproval as he remembers that this is a public place. Farther out in the water than most they may be, but a topless teenager would surely draw attention.

"You wouldn't."

"Wouldn't I?" Katherine's smirk broadens into a grin as she reaches behind her back to toy with the clasp of the halter top. "Didn't you say something about looking forward to seeing me out of this?"

Stefan was in front of her within seconds, quicker than he should move in public, but no-one seemed to take notice. The bottom to her swimsuit dangled from his wrist as he reached behind to fist his hand around the clasp of her top to stop her from undoing it.

"I did," he told her. His other hand disappeared into the water between them. Stefan. "Just not here. Later."

Katherine pouts playfully at first, but Stefan's wandering hand has her drawing in a sharp breath, the mirth gone from her face. Her hands come up to grasp his shoulders as she presses a little closer to him still, gently trapping his hand between their bodies.

"Is that a promise?" she breathes huskily, close to his ear.

"Shh," Stefan soothes, his hand flattening on her back as he pulls her tighter against him in the water; it was deep enough, but not too deep. The dark blue water hid anything going on below it's surface from onlookers, which was a blessing to the vampires as the hand trapped between their bodies travels lower. Stefan grins against her neck. "Mmm. Promise."

What happened to the cautious, careful boy he'd been once upon a time?

Katherine has no problem with this less cautious Stefan, that's for sure. Boldly, she lifts one leg a little and hooks her calf behind his under the water, shivering at the feel of Stefan's breath against her neck. She tilts her head slightly, and the way the movement exposes her pulse point is hardly an accident. It's practically an invitation.

"That's good," she sighs, either in response to his promise or to what he's doing with his hand. Perhaps both.

Whatever she means by that, Stefan takes it as encouragement to keep going and he does. That hint isn't missed and if he'd been the one facing the shore, he might've chuckled at her and whispered an additional 'later' into her ear. He isn't, however; she is. Stefan's facing the illusion of water that goes on forever. He knows it doesn't. There's a barrier out there, somewhere, it's just a matter of hitting it. There's no part of Taxon that isn't enclosed in this barrier.

He trusts she'll say something if someone spots them and doesn't voice the order. Shifting into his fangs, Stefan bites her neck like he did before.

Katherine spares a quick, cursory glance towards the beach - thankfully nobody seems to be paying them any attention - before her eyes slip shut as Stefan's fangs draw blood from her neck. She bites her own blunt teeth into her lower lip to keep quiet, but can't quite hold back a low moan. The public place, the chance of someone catching on to what they are really doing only thrills Katherine more and her breathing quickens, hands clutching at Stefan's shoulders tightly. With effort, she forces her eyes open again, doing her best to keep watch despite being... distracted.

Stefan lifts his head, fangs dulling to the blunt teeth of a human, eyes once bloodshot now green again. The hand on her back strays for a moment to bring a palm full of water up to wash away the blood from the already healed mark he made on her. He kisses the spot he bit her and turns them around so he's now the one facing the shore, not once ceasing with his distractions.

In a return offer, Stefan tilts his head to the side. No words are spoken, but he believes it's understood by now that she can, if she wants. He knows she likes to bite as much as she likes to be bitten.

Edited 2011-08-01 07:23 (UTC)

Predictably, Katherine does indeed want. She lines a few kisses up the side of his neck before allowing her face to change, closing her fangs around the veins beneath the skin and sucking, mimicking feeding from him like she'd done back in 1864 -- with the taste of Stefan's blood on her tongue, her breath catches suddenly and every muscle tenses, her teeth biting down a bit harder on a hiss that's not entirely human-like. Shuddering, Katherine pulls her mouth away from the already healing mark and leans her forehead against his shoulder, breathing heavily. She chuckles lazily after a moment, recovering enough to force her features back into human. Nicely distracted, Stefan.

"I should definitely dare you more often if that's the result," she murmurs languidly, turning her head on his shoulder and smirking up at him.

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