Inevitably.
I wrote a quick Vampire Diaries femslashy smut thing. I haven't written anything in forever so it's probably faily but whatever, it's smut, not high art, okies?
"Take your dress off."
The words tumble from Elena's lips seemingly of their own accord. This was never part of the plan. But her fascination can't be contained. A centuries year old vampire who looks exactly like her. Does she have the same crescent-shaped birthmark on her inner thigh, the same tiny beauty mark above her hip? Is there anything of Elena that is simply Elena or is she only a mirror of her...ancestor? That word feels strange.
Katherine smirks.
"Well, well, well, I guess little Miss Innocence has a few secrets of her own. I've got to say I kind of like it."
Elena feels the heat rise up her neck and spread across her face.
"You're sick, you know."
"I'm sick? You're the one-"
"Just do it," Elena snaps, the feeling of power a sudden, sweet head rush. "If you want more blood, you'll do it."
Katherine smiles wickedly and the look she gives Elena makes her uneasy.
"All you had to do was ask nicely."
It's Elena's body, but not Elena's body at all. Katherine moves differently in it, holds herself differently.
She spins around in a little circle like a model on a runway.
"See anything you like?"
"I-" Elena swallows and is silent. Because she does. She wonders how Katherine can make her plain, flawed, awkward body look so sexy.
Katherine raises a finger to her lips and licks it, her tongue dancing playfully against her skin. Then she moves her finger in slow circles over her nipple. Elena watches it harden and trembles, feeling the wetness spread between her thighs.
"What about now, Elena?"
Katherine is in her head somehow, messing with it.
"Is there anything else you'd like to see?"
She could just leave. Just turn and go. Why doesn't she?.
"Stop it!" she shouts.
"Stop what?" Katherine smiles slyly.
"Let me go."
"But you don't want to go."
"Stop... compelling me!"
"Is that what you think I'm doing?" Katherine laughs. "Now what would be the fun in that?"
She trails her nails slowly down her stomach, drinking in Elena's every reaction like it's as satisfying as blood.
Elena stares, transfixed as Katherine rubs her clit with two nimble fingers and lets out a breathy moan. Her own thighs clench instinctively and her breathing comes hard and fast.
"Go ahead. Touch yourself. Be my mirror. Reflect me." Katherine's eyes are locked on hers. "It's not like you're not dying to."
"Why are you doing this?" Elena asks, feeling her voice quaver.
She shrugs. "Why should Stef have all the fun? Besides, in case you hadn't noticed, I'm stuck in a freaking tomb. It's not as exciting as you'd think."
Elena smiles against her will, feeling her heart race...
"Take your dress off."
The words tumble from Elena's lips seemingly of their own accord. This was never part of the plan. But her fascination can't be contained. A centuries year old vampire who looks exactly like her. Does she have the same crescent-shaped birthmark on her inner thigh, the same tiny beauty mark above her hip? Is there anything of Elena that is simply Elena or is she only a mirror of her...ancestor? That word feels strange.
Katherine smirks.
"Well, well, well, I guess little Miss Innocence has a few secrets of her own. I've got to say I kind of like it."
Elena feels the heat rise up her neck and spread across her face.
"You're sick, you know."
"I'm sick? You're the one-"
"Just do it," Elena snaps, the feeling of power a sudden, sweet head rush. "If you want more blood, you'll do it."
Katherine smiles wickedly and the look she gives Elena makes her uneasy.
"All you had to do was ask nicely."
It's Elena's body, but not Elena's body at all. Katherine moves differently in it, holds herself differently.
She spins around in a little circle like a model on a runway.
"See anything you like?"
"I-" Elena swallows and is silent. Because she does. She wonders how Katherine can make her plain, flawed, awkward body look so sexy.
Katherine raises a finger to her lips and licks it, her tongue dancing playfully against her skin. Then she moves her finger in slow circles over her nipple. Elena watches it harden and trembles, feeling the wetness spread between her thighs.
"What about now, Elena?"
Katherine is in her head somehow, messing with it.
"Is there anything else you'd like to see?"
She could just leave. Just turn and go. Why doesn't she?.
"Stop it!" she shouts.
"Stop what?" Katherine smiles slyly.
"Let me go."
"But you don't want to go."
"Stop... compelling me!"
"Is that what you think I'm doing?" Katherine laughs. "Now what would be the fun in that?"
She trails her nails slowly down her stomach, drinking in Elena's every reaction like it's as satisfying as blood.
Elena stares, transfixed as Katherine rubs her clit with two nimble fingers and lets out a breathy moan. Her own thighs clench instinctively and her breathing comes hard and fast.
"Go ahead. Touch yourself. Be my mirror. Reflect me." Katherine's eyes are locked on hers. "It's not like you're not dying to."
"Why are you doing this?" Elena asks, feeling her voice quaver.
She shrugs. "Why should Stef have all the fun? Besides, in case you hadn't noticed, I'm stuck in a freaking tomb. It's not as exciting as you'd think."
Elena smiles against her will, feeling her heart race...