phillipa flint (pippips) wrote in reduxpitch, @ 2016-07-31 17:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | !thread, character: phillipa flint, character: viktor krum |
who: phillipa flint & viktor krum
where: new orleans, la
when: 31 july, evening
what: vacation escape times
rating: n for nola & nsfw
status: complete
It had been a week. Phillipa felt like she hadn't seen outside the cottage for more than going to the door for food delivery or the brief stints in the back garden - but that didn't much count as being outside the cottage as it was part of their grounds. They'd eaten and drank their way through the week, flown through the discs delivered by the mail - though they hardly came fast enough for how easy it was to watch them quickly when there was not much else to do. She didn't mind the solitude of being shut away with Viktor, it was what she'd said she would do. Anything that he thought would help get through the roughness of having lost the cup. But the thing was, she thought perhaps a week of wallowing was enough and it would be better to distract him than let him continue. The idea had been brewing for a couple days, and she'd worked on it in pieces during times when he'd slept and she'd not been tired enough to yet. It was amazing what one was able to get done from home with the right connections. Still, his having to go to do some closing press with the team had been a blessing so she could make the final necessary arrangements. It had provided her with just enough time to get absolutely everything done before he got home, so there would be no time wasted. All she had to do was wait for him, and they'd be off. So she sat comfortably in the living room, dressed and ready to go. There was something about this loss that just stung. Maybe it was because it was Philippa’s brother. Maybe it was this was his second loss to Ireland in a Final. But this debriefing - and the gauntlet of press, finalized his time in this World Cup round. Dressed amazing casually - as he had told Philippa when she had eyed him - one didn’t wear a suit to a public shaming. You dressed comfortably. His well worn jeans and boots were met with a worn t-shirt and a button down shirt that was open, his sleeves rolled up to his shoulders. Aviators sunglasses hid his eyes from the world. He came back into the cottage and slammed the door behind him, “Do you know how many languages when I was called a failure to my country in today Pippa? Eight. I was called it in EIGHT fucking languages.” he stormed into the living room, his glasses were pulled off his face in agitation, “And do you know how many of those people would have lasted, injured against that Ireland team? ZERO. But they are more than happy to label me the failure….” His voice trailed off as he took in her look, “Do we have plans?” Phillipa jumped at the door slamming, turning in her seat to watch him come into the room. She let him vent, having expected as much if not worse. A press event when one had lost was not bound to be something pleasant, and perhaps especially so when one had been shut away from any outside commentary for a week after said loss. She frowned all the same, because she hated the idea of him having to go through it, no matter how tough he was. She'd seen how much pain he was in over it, she knew it had gotten under his skin more than he might want to admit. As soon as he started to fade out of his rant and actually notice her, she rose to her feet and crossed the room to him, hands running lightly up his arms and over his shoulders before coming to rest on his chest. “Yes, we do. To ignore those idiots and everything they said about you.” She leaned up to press a kiss against his lips before looking up at him through her eyelashes. “Do you trust me?” Viktor looked down at her and raised a brow. Did he trust Phippa Flint? Ironcially he did. But her eyes had a glint to them and her smile was a bit more devious than normal. So whatever he was about to sign up for - it was going to be an interesting time. And their travel to his planned trip - it was portable - so they could leave from anywhere really. “Alright, I hope I don’t regret this. But Yes Pippa - I trust you.” He leaned down and kissed her lingeringly, “There is something about you in heels that high…...so very intriguing.” “You won't regret it,” she promised, an easy smile spreading across her features at his agreement. They'd be going either way, but it was nice to not feel the need to explain before they did. Surprises were much more fun when they were allowed to be. She gave him a quick kiss in response to the comment about her heels, then slipped her arms around his neck and with a pop apparated them far away from anyone who would know their names. The suite she'd arranged for them in New Orleans was large, luxurious, and right in the heart of the city. Their luggage was there already, packed and ready to go for their previously planned beach holiday after, but also including appropriate attire for a week of non-beach enjoyment. They apparated right into the room and she let her fingernails scratch lightly into the hair at the nape of his neck before she let her arms come down from around him. Looking around, Viktor raised a brow at Pippa, “Alright Hellcat, where have you taken me too?” he pulled back and headed towards the windows, “Paris….?” He looked out the window and shot her an incredulous look over his shoulder and for the first time since the Cup his grin was genuine. “Are you fucking kidding me here kitten?” He came to her and scooped her up and kissed her hungrily on the lips, “Muggle New Orleans….?” Phillipa folded her arms across her stomach as she watched him look around, her gaze following him to the window. That grin, that real grin of his, made it worth it - not that it wouldn't have been otherwise. She'd wanted to help him feel better, to actually be able to put the cup behind him, and what better way than going somewhere that no one even knew what Quidditch was? She laughed softly when he scooped her up, gladly returning his kiss and slipping her arms around his neck, one of her hands threading into his hair. “For a week before we go to the beach like you planned. No press, no Quidditch, no anything to do with real life.” “Have you been to this City yet Pippa? Because if not….we have a lot to get done….” He didn’t let go of her completely, one arm was safely around her waist, “But now that we are here - shall we go out and about and enjoy the illusion of freedom for awhile.” He kissed her cheek, “Thank you for this Pippa…..I never would have thought of making a stop over here. But you just might be spoiling me a bit. I love this town….” She gave a slight shake of her head in response to his question, easily still fit in against him with how his arm was around her waist. They'd had such fun going to muggle places around London, it seemed a treat to keep that going someplace even less likely for him to be noticed. She smiled at the kiss to her cheek, leaning up to return one to the corner of his mouth. “I've never been, so you must show me everything. I heard there's a bar that's a carousel, and there's supposed to be a festival in a few nights…” A festival? Now that held promise. He remembered being here for Mardi Gras with some friends once they were legal….and it had been a riot. No one knew them. They could be themselves and being wihtout magic for awhile did you good. You appreciated it more. Leading her out of the room and into the main part of the building he took a moment to kiss her again. This time slowly, taking his time to savor the moment, then whispered against her lips in Bulgarian, “I will treasure you for this for a very long time.” Then he led her out into the enveloping heat and sound and smells that was New Orleans, “Welcome to New Orleans, Hellcat.” He kissed her knuckles, “Hungry, thristy or curious?” Phillipa smiled against his kiss, and even still when he whispered against her lips in his language she didn't understand. Whatever he said, she loved it, just like she always did. It never felt right to ask what it was, since he purposefully didn't say it in a way she could understand, and she wasn't sure she would want to know. It felt nice to have that little mystery. “Thirsty and curious,” she replied as they went outside, grinning over and him and giving his hand a squeeze. “This city's known for its drinks, I've heard. I want to try them all!” Taking her hand, he led her through the crowds, through bursts of jazz in it’s many incarnations. Finding a bar that had a good mix of music to people - Viktor wound them through the crowd to the bar and waved the bartender over and ordered two Hurricanes and Secured a barstool for his date, “C’mere sweets…..” He moved closer to her and clinked their glasses together once they appeared in front of them, “To a relaxing bit of time off….” Life had been so full of crowds for months thanks to the Cup, but this time they could walk through without anyone trying to talk to them, or give them a second glance. It was heaven. Phillipa laced her fingers with his as she walked along with him, letting him take her… wherever. The streets were colorful and filled with music and laughter, and that continued inside the bar he found. Sitting on the barstool he offered, she raked her hair through her hair to move it back away from her face, and then gladly took the drink that was set down beside her. “To that and more,” she agreed, taking a sip and looking up at him with a smile. “You deserve a break.” “And you deserve one two - for putting up with the Cup, the press…..me.” He held out a cherry by the stem, “Want one?” He moved closer, making it very clear with body language that she was there with him. He could see more than a few people enjoying the sight of the Irish princess he was currently escorting, and he wanted it very clear that she was spoken for. It was their first night in town and he wasn’t quite sure of the lay of the land yet - and he wasn’t going to risk Pippa till he was. “Oh yes, you're so horrible to deal with all the time,” Phillipa teased, rolling her eyes. She leaned in and caught the cherry he was holding with her lips, biting it off the stem before she settled back on the stool to look up at him. “Though I do suppose I deserve one for going to twice as many matches as I normally would, and paying attention during all of them. That was quite a bit of work for me.” She smirked softly as she took another sip of her drink. “So yes, I think I'll make good use of this holiday as well…” Chuckling he leaned in to kiss her slowly, “Mmmm…..I didn’t know you could taste butter….but cherry does add a certain something….” He leaned against the bar, “I will say though - I am very grateful for my personal cheering section - and you did do a very admirable job. I mean, I looked over on occasion to see if you were napping and you weren’t.” He rested his hand on her thigh, “And you even didn’t kick me out of bed when my morning workouts woke you up. So yes, you do deserve this very much.” He looked at her out of the corner of his eye, “So tell me this - why New Orleans? I am curious….” Phillipa rest her free hand against his chest when he leaned down to kiss her, letting it linger and trail down to hook her fingers through one of the belt loops of his jeans, keeping him close to her. “I stayed awake through every single one, thank you very much.” She laughed softly at his mention of the workouts, slowly sipping her drink. “Well if you had to wake me up, at least you gave me a show.” She paused at his question, shrugging a shoulder. “Seemed a good place. Far from home, no one to know who you are, gorgeous place to spend a week… plus it's always sounded a fun place to go. Thought it sounded perfect for getting away a bit.” “Oh I am not complaining baby……” He leaned in, letting her keep him as close as she wanted, “I am just happy to be lost in the masses….” He kept his hand on her knee and let his fingers stroke and trace patterns on the soft skin. “However to get the full experience - first you have to learn how to dance.” He held out his hand stepping back a step or two, “Are you open to a few round around with me Princess mine?” He winked at her, “I promise to not step on your feet too much.” It was so perfect there, and they'd only been in the city for such a short while. A week would certainly seem like forever, in the best way. Phillipa glanced up at him when he mentioned dancing, raising an eyebrow as she set her glass on the bar and unhooked her fingers from his belt loop to place her hand in his. “Viktor, are you saying I don't know how to dance?” she asked, sliding off the barstool and onto her feet. “Because I hate to remind you, darling, but we’ve been dancing before…” Viktor took her hand and pulled her towards the dance floor, “Yes we have, but not quite like this.” He pulled her closer, so they were touching, his hand on the small of her back as he led her to the beat of the creole jazz that was being played from the stage. The singer had twang and a sould to his voice that Viktor was sure was never heard anywhere but this town. And the jazz had a spice to the beat…. He let his hand slide so it was rest just above her arse, “See? It’s not exactly what you were thinking of now was it?” Phillipa followed him and let herself be brought in closer, her hand resting on his arm like it had so many times before, but then sliding up to his shoulder with how close they were. Her head turned, tucking in against his chin as she let her body move with his. This was just as intoxicating as any drink, the loud music and heat of bodies around them on the dance floor, how she could feel him breathing. “Nonsense, you tried to grab my ass dancing at the World Cup gala, this is hardly different,” she teased, tilting her head back to brush a kiss against the underside of his jaw. “In front of my brother, because you have a deathwish.” “No, because you seem to want to take the lead, but if I distract you with my hands, then you let me lead. I really just don’t want you to try and take my place in the dance.” Viktor said with a chuckle and a wink, “You have this habit of thinking you know the best way. You would think by now you would know better….” His hand slid to her hip, as he turned her - the skirt flaring a bit - before a hand on her arse brought her back in closer again, “Have I ever steered you wrong yet?” “I'm allowed to lead sometimes,” Phillipa insisted with a laugh, letting him spin her out before bringing her back in, and she let her hand move over to rest at the crook of his neck, her fingers curling around the back of it. “You've not steered me wrong, but I've not steered you wrong either.” She pressed in against him as she leaned up to kiss him, nipping lightly at his lower lip as she pulled back. “Besides, I thought you liked when I showed initiative.” He did enjoy her initiative. Viktor wasn’t about to lie about that to her. He kept them dancing for the next two songs and then led her back to the bar, whispering in her ear, “What’s your poison gorgeous?” He kept his hand on her knee, stroking the soft skin with his finger tips. His eyes twinkling at her wickedly - more like himself than he had been in awhile. “And yes - you can lead. Just not on the dance floor. My years of formal dance instruction make me rebel against it.” He kissed her again and nuzzled her throat, nipping at her teasingly, whispering in her ear, “But if later tonight you want to show me your initiative in bed….baby I would be more than happy to follow your lead.” Phillipa was more than happy to dance with him, the music loud and rich, but was also glad for the reprieve to the bar after a bit since it was so hot out on the dance floor. She looked up at him from the stool she got, a smile spreading across her features. There was the man she'd not seen for a bit. “Another one of those Hurricanes would be perfect, darling.” Her hand came up to rest on the back of his head as he nuzzled her throat, fingers lacing into his hair as her eyes closed. She hummed softly in response before turning her head to “murmur against his ear. “I've plenty of lacy things for you to take off me while we’re here…” His chuckle was deep and laced with very devious undertones, “Oh, now how am I supposed to dance with you knowing what is under the skirt.” He pulled back and handed her the Hurricane. He had to admit - she knew him. She had gotten him here and out of his own head for the first time since the Cup. And she had done it completely behind his back. He had to give her props on that. Leaning against the bar, he took a drink of his drink and raised a brow at her, “And I would like to remind you that I have several shirts and a few ties that you have not let live to see another day. So it’s not just me here sweets.” “You're supposed to dance with me quite well and without stepping on my feet no matter what I'm wearing,” she teased, gladly accepting her drink and taking a sip of it as she watched him. A soft laugh fell from her lips and she took a longer drink before setting down her glass. “It's hardly my fault your shirts have so many buttons. It's a far less common occurrence than when you do it, you have to admit.” She patted his chest lightly and smirked up at him. “Lucky for you, I don't mind.” “You mean, luckily I have no issue replacing what I demolish.” He moved closer to her and ran his thumb along her slender throat and delicate jawline, “And I do have to look like a professional at times in my life.” He paused to take a few sips of his drink and then glanced over at her, “Also, I don’t suppose you know anyone that would want to be my date to the season opening gala that is coming up shortly? Because I would hate to show up alone…” He gave her a very charming smile and a wink, “Just in case you know….you had any thoughts.” “Well yes, there's that too.” Phillipa let her head tilt into his touch, a soft smirk twisting at the corners of her mouth as she turned her attention back to her drink. It was terribly good, and too many of them might be dangerous but she was willing to take that risk. She turned her attention back to him when he mentioned the gala, raising an eyebrow. “If you aren't taking me, I'll have gotten a gown for no reason. So unless you want to put me through that embarrassment…” “I was just making sure…..” Viktor said with a very innocent face, “Do I get to know more about this gown - namely am I going to have to make sure you are nearby at all times so that no one thinks that they can try and steal you away?” He was about to saying something else when a drunken college co-ed spilled her sticky, sugary drink down his arm on accident. After reassuring her that it was alright, he gave Pippa an apologetic look and kissed her cheek, “Let me go and see if I can get this mess cleaned up.” He made his way towards the men’s room, and he had been gone less than a minute when there was a a hand on Pippa’s knee, “I see your drink is getting low….can I get you a refill?” The man in question was blonde, tan and had a thick southern drawl to his voice that was warm and more than a little flirty, a tone that was matched by the twinkle in his green eyes. “It's dark blue and quite sparkly,” Phillipa said, smirking a little more. “And I don't know, I suppose we’ll just have to see on the day…” She broke off, sitting up a little more to get out of the way of the drink being spilled, her gaze quickly moving over to the person who’d spilled it. There was no way it had been malicious, and it didn't seem like something to get riled over since it had clearly been an accident, so she refrained from narrowing her eyes at the girl. With Viktor off to clean up, she turned more toward the bar and picked up her glass again, content to finish off her drink while she waited for him. Except then there was an unfamiliar hand on her knee, and she looked over to see who it belonged to. He looked harmless enough, and if he was going to buy her a drink she wasn't about to say no - since she had nothing to do but wait for Viktor to return. Though if his hand went anywhere else, she might snap it off his arm. “Sure, if you'd like.” He bought her another drink and leaned against the bar where Viktor had been just moments before, “Your accent is definitely not from around here. Not that it isn’t enchanting. Just where is it that you call home?” he held out his other hand - the other busy staying put on her knee, his thumb stroking her inner knee, “My Name is Reed Driscoll. It’s a pleasure to meet you m’lady.” Reed was very intrigued by the two people that obviously didn’t come from the area. And while this bar was a local place - it didn’t always attract a ton of tourists. “Phillipa,” she said simply, taking his hand just long enough to give it a polite shake before gladly taking the drink being offered to her by the bartender. She took a long sip of it, then kept the glass in her hand rather than set it back on the bar. “Home is London. Or close enough to there, anyway.” She didn't feel the need to get into specifics with some random man in a crowded bar - and she doubted he actually cared anyway. Reed grinned at her, “I don’t suppose I can interest you in a dance to go with that drink?” His hand was about to slide up her thigh when there was a large arm winding around her waist. “I think I will dance with my lady if she wants to.” viktor said with a smirk and a kiss to the top of Pippa’s head, “Do you want to dance baby?” His hold on her tightened a bit, his lips curled into a grin at the other man’s sudden discomfort, “I am sure you understand….” Phillipa was about to politely decline, but the familiar arm circling around her waist did a fine job of doing it for her. She leaned back against him and smiled contently as she took another sip of her drink, giving a soft hum in response. “Oh I'd love to, darling,” she replied, carefully using her thumb and index finger to take hold of the cuff of Reed’s shirt and lift his hand off where it had been resting on her knee. “Thank you for the drink, Mr. Driscoll, but if you ever touch me again I'll break your fingers.” Reed raised a brow at them both and gave her his most charming smile, “Well if you change your mind….” Viktor gave him a narrowed eyed look and watched him scurry away before moving back into his position across from Pippa, “I can’t believe you….so tempting I can’t leave you alone for a moment.” He slid his hand up her thigh a bit more and he moved into her personal space, “However the idea of dancing with you does have it’s merits…..are you game?” Phillipa snorted derisively at the thought of her changing her mind, and drained the last bit of drink from her glass as she watched him disappear into the crowd. She set the empty glass on the bar and let her hands slide up Viktor’s chest as he stood in front of her, moving up to rest at the sides of his neck to pull him down to her so she could kiss him, long and slow, barely pulling back in the end to look up at him through her eyelashes. “Dance with me.” “You say dance with you….I hear something very different princess.” He pulled her towards the dance floor...but towards the side that had the darker corners. His left on on her arse and his right tangled in her hair as he kissed her properly, “But it’s a bit too early in the evening to already be going down that path….” He pulled her close and started to move to the music, “Mmmm…..I am a very big fan of this skirt - in case you were wondering….” It was easy to follow him through the crowd on the dance floor, settling into his arms to dance closer and let him kiss her. Phillipa smirked softly at what he said, and let one of her hands trail up to rest on the back of his neck, her fingertips tracing idly against his hair. “It's a good skirt,” she agreed, resting her head on his shoulder and closing her eyes as she let him lead them to the music. The place was loud with music and conversation, crowded, but it felt like just them in that moment. Maybe that was thanks to how much rum she'd had since they'd arrived. Several hours later, and a few more cocktails later, they were stumbling out of the bar and heading for their room. He pinned her to the stone wall of an alleyway and devoured her lips again - before pulling her a bit deeper into the shadows of the alley, his hands pinning her to the rough bricks. “Gods you are gorgeous tonight…..” He rested his forehead against hers, “I just….I can’t seem to get enough of you….” It had been an amazing few hours. Just drinking and dancing and not a single person knowing who they were. Maybe that was the best part. Phillipa kept a good hold on Viktor’s arm as they made their way out, still laughing at something he'd said when he pressed her back against the wall. He tasted like rum and sugar, and she let her teeth drag against his lower lip before he pulled away to move them further into the alley. “You say that like it’s a bad thing,” she murmured, letting her lips brush against his as she spoke. “Lucky for you, you get to have all of me…” Viktor had missed her, but he had been so lost in his own thoughts that he hadn’t been able to fully enjoy every aspect of their time together. And now it was all coming back to him. And he had her. Alone, willing and his hands slid up her thighs to cup her arse and pull her against him firmly. Growling in her ear, “Barely there knickers….now aren’t you thinking ahead….I do hope you know that we aren’t going to make it back to the bed for this round lover…..” Phillipa’s head tilted back against the wall as his hands moved up under her skirt, looking up at him through the darkness of the alley as he pulled her in closer. She felt a thrill run through her at the way he spoke so close to her ear, the grit in his voice making her back arch slightly as she pressed closer to him. “Oh really...” she replied, a soft purr to her voice as her hands moved to the waistband of his jeans, fingers easily undoing the fastenings. He took her hand and ran along himself….wrapping her fingers around and stroking with her smaller, softer hand, “I do hope you are up for this…..you got me out of my own head…..” he didn’t tear her knickers but they were roughly pulled down to her knees as his lips and teeth teased her jawline and her throat. “Because I do love claiming you, my sweet, delectable minx…..” His hands on her arse were strong and possessive - it was like there was a switch on him that had been turned on - and her very demanding lover was back on….”Now which way to enjoy ourselves first……” He pushed her skirt up, his fingers sliding in to tease her, “Or should I just tease you and get you as needy as I feel…..” Her hand slid down into his jeans and moved with practiced ease over him, and she bit her lip as his mouth moved over her skin. Not that she'd minded how he'd been for the past week after losing the cup, because she'd been more than fine with watching after him with cuddles and back rubs and nothing much more, but it felt good to see him back to the man she was used to having around. “How do you know I'm not already?” she asked teasingly, her hips absently rocking down against his touch. “I like when you're needy…” Viktor had a chuckle turn into a growl, and he turned her to face the wall, pulling her hips back towards him, entering her in one slow, achingly so, rotation of his hips. He felt at peace - like he hadn’t been completely out of his head until this moment. Almost like she as the last piece in a puzzle that he needed. He wrapped an arm around her waist and braced them both with his other arm up against the roughness of the bricks. “You like me needy hmm...well, you have accomplished that. I mean I didn’t bend you over the bar or anything - so I do suppose my self control is getting better?” Phillipa’s hands pressed against the wall, keeping from being pushed up against it as her back had been. Her head tilted back with a groan as he pressed into her, and her eyes closed when his arm circled around her waist. It felt perfect to have him wrapped around her like that, intertwined and fit together. “I'm shocked you didn't drag me off to the bathroom, or some dark corner. Your self control is much better… though now it's just so many hours of fighting against it…” Moving with purpose….to keep teasing her….Viktor made sure each movement and touch was guaranteed to tease the woman in his arms. He knew how to drag this out - he had done it before. The arm around her waist slipped lower and his fingers moved to tease her as his hips alternated between the teasing slow thrusts and the more possessive hard and deep. “I was enjoying our moments. And I also wanted to keep you guessing. I can’t have you able to read me so easily…” It truly had been a great night, even before that alleyway came into their lives. Phillipa shifted so her forearms were braces against the wall, her head resting against them as she bit her lip with a moan. She hadn't quite thought about it during the week, since they'd been otherwise occupied, but she'd missed this too. “But being able to read you makes it easier for me to do things like this… bring you here…” Viktor rolls his fingers around her wet core, teasing and exploring as he did, “And you were very enterprising in getting me here….” Picking up the pace just a bit, Viktor started to move with more purpose. He had the need to remind her that he was still the man she knew. He could still make sure his the way he had before. And that that little glimpse into his darker side - his weaker side - wasn’t all that there was to him. But still - he danced along the edge - he didn’t let her fall into a release. Phillipa smirked softly as her breath hitched in her throat, her head turning against her arms to look toward the entrance of the alley, streetlight blocked by the buildings height but still glowing from the short distance away. Her toes curled into the ends of her shoes as she pressed back against him, one of her hands sliding up to wrap around his arm braced against the wall. “Come on, baby. You've been waiting all night for this…” “I have been waiting for this all night….and you have been waiting longer…..” Viktor nipped at her throat and smirked against the soft skin there, breathing in the scent of her - the perfume, the arousal….the tinge of salt from the dancing and the humidity…. He started to take her harder….changing the angles of how he entered her, “I am sure I don’t have to remind you that we are in public...anyone could find us…..” He had to admit that was a bit more thrilling here in another country - where no one knew them from Merlin. And if they did find them - they would see a couple that couldn’t make it to the bedroom. A couple….he pushed that thought out of his mind, but the breif pondering of it made his movements all the more possessive if that was the right word...demanding perhaps was better. Demanding of her time...of her senses, of her reactions to his touch and his actions…. Phillipa gave a soft whine at the change in how he was moving into her, fingertips pressing hard into the brick wall as her eyes closed. Of course people walking by might glance down and see them, but so far anyone wandering by had seemed as preoccupied as they were themselves. She couldn't bother to think much on that with what he was doing to her. Her hand from his arm reached back to cup the back of his head, fingers laced into his hair and tilting his head back so she was able to capture his mouth with hers. Growling into the kiss, Viktor worked on making that whine louder by stepping up the actions with his fingers. His lips on hers fried his circuits more than he was willing to admit. Driving into her he reveled for a moment in how responsive she was. Not many women would be in a situation like this. “Come on sweet girl...just a bit more….and I will let you go over the edge for me…” he smirked against her ear, his fingers getting more demanding, “it's been awhile since you said my name as you fell…..” His growl made her moan, and Phillipa let her teeth drag over his lower lip when he pulled away. Her fingers stayed curled into his hair as tremors of pleasure ran through her, spreading from how he spoke against her ear and how he knew the exact right ways to touch her. Just like she knew the exact right ways to get to him, too. Her lips parted with a soft cry of his name as she came, her head tilting back against him and her fingers tightening in his hair. Viktor grinned like a cat that had caught it’s prey and nuzzled her throat….pulling his fingers out to lick clean and then he kissed her lips hungrily, staying deep inside of her as she shuddered around him, “Now that was a way to start a vacation Pippa…..” He kissed her again, slower this time, his hands moving to stroke her side and soothe her, still hard and deep in her core. “I think I will save mine for our hotel room….that is if you think you can handle more than one round this evening….” Phillipa pressed against him, lips parting easily against his as he kissed her, savoring the taste of him and her and melting back further with the soothing way his hands moved over her sides. Her breath was soft and ragged when their kiss broke, her eyes fluttering open to look at him in the darkness of the alley, fingertips scritching against his hair. “Have I ever not?” she murmured, tilting her head back against his shoulder. “You might have to carry me… between you and the rum, my head’s gone a bit dizzy.” Pulling out slowly, Viktor took a moment to get himself situated and then pulled her knickers up, “Let’s see - you want me to carry you? Oh I don’t know….” Scooping her up easily, he kissed the top of her head, “Alright, but don’t get too used to this special treatment. Deal?” It only took a moment to smooth her skirt back down to where it should be before she turned, and Phillipa looped her arms around his neck as he lifted her up into his arms. The world felt a lot less like it might spin ferociously around her when he had hold of her so securely. “Deal,” she agreed with a soft laugh, nuzzling her face in against his neck and closing her eyes. Humming to himself, he carried her through the streets of New Orleans, just as dawn was starting to make itself known….the cool dark of night, warming into a gray haze. He was still shocked that he could do this and not have to deal with the press. Or people running up to him. No one knew him. No one cared. He could just be with Pippa and there was nothing anyone cared about - they were just two people. One of which was getting spoiled rotten by the other. He just wasn’t sure which was which at the moment. Arriving at their room he nudged her, “I don’t suppose you have easy access to your key do you?” It was like the rum had been on a delayed timer, not fully hitting her until she was in his arms being carried back to the hotel. She felt delightfully dizzy and warm, and watched the city pass by through half lidded eyes. A soft hum resonated in her chest as they got to the door to their room, and she dropped one of her hands down from his neck to slip her key from where it had been hooked inside her top. “You're so very lucky, you know,” she said teasingly as she reached down to unlock the door, twisting the handle once the latch was undone and pushing the door open to let them in. Kicking the door closed behind them he tossed her playfully into the middle of their bed and followed her - looming over her with a grin and twinkle in his eye, “Oh am I now? And what do you think makes me so lucky I wonder….” The rum was starting to get to him more and more, and he chuckled, placing teasingly light kisses along her cheeks and brow, “And I would say that you are rather lucky yourself madame.” “Because you have me,” she purred before laughing, arms coming up to loop around his neck and her fingers playing in his hair as he kissed along her face. Would she disagree with her own luck? Not at all, “I am,” Phillipa agreed as her fingers traced down the back of his neck, a playful grin spreading across her features. “Even though I think you got me drunk to have your way with me…” And I need to get you drunk to do that? Oh darling girl - I hardly think getting you drunk is a requirement for that.” Taking his time, Viktor started to teasingly remove their clothing, “I think I can quite get you like this stone sober….” Pausing for a moment he chuckled, “But I won’t deny that you are far more open minded to things - like being shagged silly in an alleyway - after more than a drink or two. And that was a rather memorable event.” That was the last he spoke for several hours….losing himself again in the arms and very warm welcome of Pippa Flint. The sun was rising before he collapsed next to her, sweaty and breathing hard, he pulled her close to him and whispered in her ear, “Now, that i have had my way with you - are there any complaints in that regard?” Alright, that was true and she'd known if when she said it. For him especially, she'd be right there sober. Hell, she even would have been if he wasn't giving her clothes and jewelry and the like. That didn't make it less nice to receive those things, but she didn’t really associate them with all the sex they had unless the clothes were replacements for what Viktor destroyed in the heat of the moment. Phillipa gladly gave into him, tugging his clothes off and enjoying the way their bodies knew each other so well. They were quite like two puzzle pieces that fit, and were familiar, and any move or touch that was known to make the other tick was used and exploited. Again and again, over and over. “Mm, none at the moment,” she murmured, her own skin covered in a light sheen of sweat from hours of physical exertion. “You?” The sheet he pulled up over them was cool against his skin, and a wave of his hand had the draperies closed, “None currently….if I think of any later I will be sure to share them.” He pulled her closer, curling around her, as if to keep her safe against him. Safe from what - he had no true idea. But he did know that he rested better when she was curled up against him like this. “But first - a bit of rest never hurt anyone hmmm...and we still have some exploring to do of this town once we rest up a bit more.” Phillipa felt relaxed and at ease there beneath the sheet with him, curled up in his arms and with no sense of concern with how he was wrapped around her. No one knew where they were, which made it easier to give into sleep. Well, that and the hours they'd just spent wearing each other out. “Sleep, darling,” she murmured, nestling back against him and closing her eyes in the mostly dark room. He was warm, comfortable, and what she was used to. “Rest and tomorrow we can go out.” |