Katherine sighed and glared at the man sitting next to her. "Of all of the people in the entire world—I get stuck with you. I guess fate really does hate me." She mused, setting herself down on the hot sand.
"It's not like this is a walk in the park for me either, love." Klaus remarked, and Katherine rolled her eyes.
"So what do we do? Find some coconuts? Make a fake friend out of a volleyball? Wait—we don't have one of those—"
"I could cut your head off and I'm sure that will do just nicely." he said dryly.
"You know, just because we're stuck here doesn't mean we can't be civil." Katherine teased, and before she knew it she was pinned up against one of the trees on the beach.
"And what makes you think that I won't just kill you now? Put us both out of a world of misery—or perhaps I should just torture you? It could provide me with a fair bit of entertainment whilst I wait for rescue." he said, looking her up and down like she was a piece of meat.
She narrowed her eyes before shrugging. "You won't kill me." she said, still firmly in his grasp.
"If you believe that—you're much more foolish than I thought, Katerina."
"Either that or I'm smarter than you." she raised an eyebrow. Challenging him wasn't the brightest of ideas—but Katherine Pierce didn't play it safe. She looked at either of his hands and back up at him, gesturing for him to let her go, and he did. "Let's just say you torture me. Fun for all ages—until your temper gets the best of you and you kill me. Oops. You've broken your only toy and you're left here, on an island,for god knows how long—completely and utterly alone."
"Wouldn't be the first time." he mused, but she raised a finger.
"No, it wouldn't be. But—if you don't kill me—we could…provide each other with entertainment." she offered.
"And what do you propose this mutual entertainment would entail?" he asked, fully knowing the answer but still humoring Katherine's whims.
"Oh, you know." she said, her voice low as she walked closer to him. "Don't tell me you never once thought about it. The legendary Katherine Pierce is infamous for her..talents. Must really be something for people to talk about it at such lengths—" she looked up at him with a smile on her lips.
"You underestimate my complete and utter loathing of you, Katerina. Sure, I have thought about it—" he took his hand and swept away a piece of stray hair that had fallen in her face, causing her to look away, "but you're nothing but a cheap whore, Katerina. A toy—as you put it. And that is all you ever will be."
"Is that so? Do you think I care what you think about me?" she asked, before leaning in closer. "Just a sip—that's all you need." she whispered, and he reacted to her words by grabbing her roughly and pushing her up against the same tree from earlier—however this time he had a different objective with his rough kisses and calloused hands exploring her body and tearing off whatever remnants of clothing she had left.