ℙ the twenty first;

[eternityalone]

[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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[eternityalone]

[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!]

[untilmydarknessgoes]

[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.]

[eternityalone]

[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?

[untilmydarknessgoes]

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.]

[eternityalone]

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.

[untilmydarknessgoes]

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

I'll take what I can get.

[eternityalone]

[Oh, right. She's still on top. She'll sit up and glance at his shirt. ALL DEM BUTTONS.]

What you can get? Why not try to get what you want?

[untilmydarknessgoes]

[He sits up after her, adjusting her spot on his lap. He recognizes that look to his shirt.]

You know I want with whatever you give me.

[eternityalone]

[She draws in a slow, deep breath her fingers moving to thread into his hair.]

So willing to accept. I do love that. [She'd also love if you made some demands of your own, but she's not going to argue in the moment.]

[untilmydarknessgoes]

[Damon would. But right now, he doesn't entirely trust her to not run the second he does.]

Part of my master plan. Pamper and spoil rotten now.

[He kisses her. Hooking a thumb underneath each shoulder strap of her bra, he moves them off her shoulders and down her arms.]

Get everything I want and way more later. [He grins.] And best of all, you won't suspect a thing.

[eternityalone]

[They should work on that trust, because she doesn't believe he'll want her now that he has her.

Her eyes trail to watch his hands move across her skin.]

Well, well, aren't you the one with some planning ahead skills getting used. [She sighs, her fingers moving to brush along his jawline.] It's a shame you just revealed your agenda to me. I might have been very impressed.

[untilmydarknessgoes]

There's still an element of surprise. [His fingertips trail up along her spine.] You won't know when I'll take what I want.

[eternityalone]

[She draws in a breath, her shoulders pushing forward so that her back curls toward his touch.]

I'm fairly certain I won't mind.

[untilmydarknessgoes]

See? Everyone goes home happy.

[eternityalone]

Mm. I'd prefer no one go home at all. [ie: she'd much rather just stay here and soak in all of this attention.]