paradisa | ℙ the twenty first;

[Anyone listening over the journal will possibly hear the wooden snap of clothespins being popped off of the line and a light slosh of water in what may or may not be a sink or basin. Water might splatter onto the page of the journal, since Katherine actually doesn't want to sit around and watch clothing dry.]

Cleaning out a closet and finding shopping bags from Paris, from Christmas last year, that had never even been opened and put away - at least it gave me something to do today.

[Considering Katherine spent nearly her last six months in the castle dealing with corsets and bloomers -- it's no wonder that she didn't dig deep into that closet earlier.]

I will say, hand-washing is the most tedious task to do. [She says this as she hangs up another camisole top onto the line in the laundry room. The laundry room which now has a pile of discarded paper shopping bags and boxes, with colored tissue papers and ribbons all on the floor at her feet. The laundry room where the available lines are strung up with lace bras and frilly things that one would buy in Paris if they had the ability to compel anyone and everyone that was working retail there. The laundry room where anyone is welcome to come and be frustrated that she's taken up all that space.]

Damon ]

I think you need to refresh your definition of "waiting long".

Ezio ]

I finally figured out what to get you for Christmas.

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[He frowns at the jeans, shutting the door behind her. He's definitely just dumping those to the floor while he follows her further into the room.]

How thoughtful of you. Surprisingly, not what I'm interested in though.

[She is not going for the alcohol, though she wonders if she should. Either way, she turns around and face him, head tipping to the side as she regards him carefully.]

Oh? [Her curious expression is painfully innocent.]

Well, you did say it yourself. [He takes a moment to get her pinned underneath him on the bed before continuing.] I believe there's a prize that needs collecting.

[She grins up at him, her hand moving to tuck into his hair.]

I thought I was a disappointment.

Oh, you are, but lucky for you -- [He kisses her on the lips, but only for a moment before kissing along her jaw.] -- I am completely open to the idea of being proven wrong.

[Her eyes close at the kiss, leaning toward him just for that brief moment before her head lays back on the bed, her hair an array of curls beneath her as she allows her leg to slide up against his.]

I think I'm going to enjoy proving you wrong.

You think?

[He moves down as he starts moving that oversized sweater of hers out of the way, kissing his way along her stomach.]

[Her breathing settles, taking in those slow intakes of air as her fingers drift toward his hair, threading in lightly.]

I know.

[He smiles at that, letting Katherine up just enough to get that sweater off.]

Much better.

[He's being so considerate to her clothing! She'll have to remember that later.]

I'm glad you approve, though I'm still waiting to see you in my pants.

[He rests his forehead down on her shoulder with a very, heavy and long-suffering sigh.]

You're really not gonna let that go, are you?

[She takes the opening his relaxed posture gives her, hooking her leg and flipping them so that she's over him now.]

You were the one that offered. [Her words tease lightly, her hands... not so lightly teasing.]

[His breathing hitches at those wandering hands.]

That was taunting, not offering.

Oh, I'm sorry. Did you want me to be able to tell the difference between taunting and offering? [Because, you do not want her to clarify what she's doing here with her hands as taunting. Nope.]

When it comes to you dressing me in your clothes?

[Her hand pauses.]

I just offered the clothing. You're the one who was so insistent.

That wasn't -- [He sighs and offers an exaggerated pout.] You're doing that mean thing again.

[Free hand, because let's be real that other hand is gonna stay paused right where it is, moves to his pouty lip -- touching it lightly.]

Am I? [She frowns softly.] Do you want me to stop?

[He sighs a little.]

There's no right way to answer this, is there?

[Her smile widens, hitting her eyes with amusement as she shakes her head.]

Not really. [Her reply, no matter how amused, still gets her hand moving against him again. He should at least appreciate that much. Plus, she tugs lightly on his bottom lip before leaning up to kiss him. More things to appreciate!]

[He hums lightly in response because he knew it/doesn't that just figure/etc. He hopes that just maybe that hand now tangled up in her hand will encourage more kissing, less talking - especially about her pants.]

[She pulls away from the kiss - just for a moment - to ask one simple question.]

Are you prepared to rephrase your statement to just say that you want in my pants instead of to wear my pants?

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Will it get you to stop trying to get me to put them on?

[A very important stipulation. Because well, if she's not gonna give up, he might as well stand by his words.]

For someone who was so sure he looked better in them, you certainly aren't very fond of proving it to me.

[She teases with her words before leaning up and kissing him hard. And then she pulls back.]

I might give up for today.

[He contemplates that for approximately 1.5 seconds. Then a shrug.]

I'll take what I can get.

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