Katherine couldn't hold back a soft moan as he deepened the kiss. God, she had needed this. This was what she'd been craving all those years. No amount of playthings could ever come anywhere close to kissing her Damon. Mason was fun to be around and he had his uses, but she didn't love him - couldn't love him when her heart belonged to another.
She could feel Damon's hands hovering around her shoulders, as though he was still unsure of himself, even though he was the one that kissed her. She could do one of two things; disregard it and carry on, hopefully dispelling any nerves he was feeling, or pull back and make sure he was okay. She decided, very quickly, on the former. This was Damon - the old Damon - and she knew him well enough to judge that he wouldn't mind.
Katherine moved her hand from Damon's face to slip around his neck, her other arm joining its counterpart in a split second. She pressed her body closer to his, her mouth opening against his, desperate for just a taste of the passion they used to share. If he pushed her away, decided he prefered the other Katherine more, at least she could remember kissing him like she had longed to do for nearly a century and a half.