It will always be Damon ch. 7If Katherine Peirce was anything, she was a good liar. A good liar that wanted nothing more than her freedom so that she could see a certain Salvatore again. She hinged her fingers around Klaus's belt loops and pulled him into his bedroom. Pushing him down on his bed, she began to unbutton his shirt and kiss down his collar.
"I beg your pardon, love, but what the hell do you think you're doing?"
"I want you Klaus…play with me." She said with a sickly sweet tone, her eyes wide and childlike. Klaus stared at her, shocked that after 500 years of chasing her, she was flinging herself at him. He pulled her close to his face by her curly locks.
"Finally tired of running, Katerina? Decide to give in to just being my little sex kitten instead of a scared little prisoner?" Katherine grabbed his crotch with her left hand and gave it a big squeeze. He groaned loudly, having not been touched anywhere near there in 900 years.
"Klaus...I'm tired of pretending that I'm not in love with you." She cooe