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[impersonation]

Then don't treat it like one, and don't keep me waiting too long.

[she already has a feeling what this is about. but in the interest of trying to play nice and a need to have her soon-to-be-husband, she is still sprawled back on the pillows with a fan of dark curls behind her and legs crossed demurely to hide the lack of underwear while she waits for him to make it back to the room. the second he crosses the threshold, she's up on her knees, crawling towards the edge of the bed onto her stomach with the elegance of panther moving into a practiced sprawl.]

Marito.

[it's not true, not yet - but the ring on her finger and the way they've been inseparable may as well make it so. in her heart, they belong to each other already.]

[blooded]

[ damon steps inside the suite—and hastily closes the door behind him. katherine has never been shy about her body or her desires, feels no inclination to shame about taking what she wants when she wants it, but that's never been damon's style. some might say (have said) that he's a prude, annoyingly catholic in all things, he's always disagreed with that idea—he's private, happy to leave some things to the imaginations of others.

either that, or he's possessive, and doesn't want to share. ]

Moglie, [ he says, voice warm even as his heart gives a nervous thump. ] I was going to ask if you want to eat first, but...

[ clearly not—good thing he brought food that will keep. he sets the plate on his desk and begins to loosen his tie, eyes hot on katherine's. ]

Are you going to help me undress, amore?

[ sometimes she likes to watch, sometimes she likes to unwrap her present. which mood is his lover in today? ]