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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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He's lying to her about a lot of things, withholding information and using that which she's shared with him against her, yet that's not why he's still here. Stefan should've called this off the moment he'd learned she had the moonstone; taken it while she slept and retreated to the castle or some other place she didn't have an invite, proclaiming his deception. That had been what brought him to her side, but love kept him there.

Stefan's finding that as much as he wants to protect Elena, he wants to protect Katherine, too; this declarations of doing whatever he can to protect her from Klaus becoming more and more genuine as time goes on. If he can do something, he'll do it. Even if Katherine is rather deserving at this point of whatever fate bestows her. Because he loves her.

Love. He's starting to hate that word. Katherine may've loved both him and his brother, once upon a time, and maybe she still did, but that didn't mean it was okay for Stefan to love both her and Elena, yet he did and doesn't know which girl he wants. Damn it all.

Despite his thoughts, he grins and sweeps her up into his arms in the water. "How's making an appearance for food and then heading back? Unless you want to stay for the fireworks. I heard there was going to be fireworks."

Katherine throws her arms around Stefan's neck and clings to him, giggling girlishly, dark eyes dancing with mirth at his playfulness. She loves seeing him act so casual and carefree for once, blissfully ignorant of the churning beneath the surface.

"No, that sounds fine. I'm good with getting out of the sun soon." Pausing briefly in consideration, she adds wryly, "Tch, that was such a good chance to make a remark about rather seeing some fireworks in private, but everything sounded too corny even in my head."

"I leave an opening to make a suggestive comment and you don't take it," he muses. "There's a first time for everything."

Impulsively, he drops her in the water, then takes off running for the shore.

Katherine half-expected yet another dunking as it's been something of a theme during this little outing, so this time it doesn't come so much as a surprise. Which means she's up and chasing after Stefan fairly quickly in the water. This is a role reversal - usually she's the one being chased. A quick check to make sure nobody is watching, and she's catching up to him thanks to unfairly using a touch of vampire speed. On impulse, she launches herself at his back (carefully so as not to actually tackle him), clinging to his shoulders and attempting to wrap her legs around him.

"Don't make me topple you in the water," she gets out in between peals of laughter. She could do it too, Stefan, she's stronger.

Stefan relents, laughing in surrender as he slows to a walk, the water now about knee-deep and quickly becoming shallower. He doesn't shrug her off, but instead hooks his arms under her legs to help support her weight, carrying her out of the water on his back.

"You win."

Slipping her hands down his shoulders, Katherine wraps her arms around his neck from behind and leans her front more fully against his back, evidently not in a big hurry to go anywhere.

"As always, Stefan," she murmurs in his ear, the satisfied smile evident in her tone. "As always."

She follows up the statement with a gentle, brief nip of her teeth to his earlobe, just because she can.

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

we'll still have the summer after all;

we'll still have the summer after all;

we'll still have the summer after all;

we'll still have the summer after all;

we'll still have the summer after all;

we'll still have the summer after all;