Viktor Krum (crownedseeker) wrote in reduxpitch, @ 2016-04-11 08:58:00 |
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Entry tags: | !thread, character: phillipa flint, character: viktor krum |
who: phillipa flint & viktor krum
where: super secret hideaway
when: Backdated to April 4th
what: Checking out the new place and enjoying it’s hidden charms.
status: Completed in gdoc
warnings: NSFW. Adult themes and loss of clothing, also mentions of wine.
There had never been a time in her life Phillipa had been more pleased to have a place to go that no one knew about - or rather, that practically no one knew about. Life had gotten complicated, or felt like it at least, and the only way she'd known how to get by was to not deal with anyone or anything. Working from home was easy - she could write anywhere, really, and send her articles to Witch Weekly by owl for them to deal with. Food came to her flat by way of Terence, and that meant she had no reason to leave. She had, twice, but all in the same day - to talk to a designer about a house, and to help Marcus pick out the floor tiles for his. Otherwise, no. Then word had come that the house Viktor had found was furnished and decorated with what she'd picked out, and that seemed like a good reason to go. She wouldn't have to see anyone she didn't want to or plan to, and she got to be somewhere away from the world, quiet, hers. So she put on real clothes for the first time after days of living in loungewear, and apparated to the gated house that she was already slightly in love with. Everything inside was as she'd picked, and Phillipa let her fingers run over the edge of the couch as she walked through the living room, taking in the hominess of it as she went from room to room. Each detail had been seen to perfectly, each throw pillow the right amount of soft, and the sun was even shining just enough to make her feel warm under the skylights in the kitchen. Maybe paradise was too strong a word, but in that moment that was what the house felt like. Viktor entered the front door and made his way into the home. Taking in the changes as he toed off his shoes, he ran his fingers over the cloth and slick wood in the house as he made his way deeper in. Hearing sounds from the kitchen he started to head in that direction. “Pippa….are you here already?” He leaned in the doorway and smirked at her, “I see your taste is as impeccable as I was hoping it would be...I take it that you like the new hideaway?” He pushed off the doorway, and headed into the kitchen a bit further, pulling her into a slow and thoughtful kiss. “I think it suits you.” Phillipa heard the front door, and looked toward where the sound came from immediately, her shoulders relaxing slightly when she heard Viktor’s voice calling out her name. Of course it was him, there was no one else it could have been - save for the designer, but everything looked to be done already. She smiled softly when she saw him in the doorway, dropping into a curtsy in response. “Of course it is,” she replied, sliding his hands up his chest as he came in closer, circling her arms around his neck as she easily gave into his kiss, letting it linger and brushing another one against his lips after he pulled back to speak again. “I love it,” she murmured, tracing her fingertips up into his hair. “And I hope you like how things are. I did put a lot of thought into it.” “I can tell that you put effort into it.” He ran his flingers along her spine, keeping her close to him, “And your taste is perfect. Also, I did like the curtsy….” His eyes twinkled at her, “M’lady, I am glad you are enjoying your place. Puling back he went to a cabinet, “I did have something added for you. As a surprise.” Opening the cabinet, there was a wine cooler, “There is one here and in your private sitting room there is also one in your storage there as well. And… I may have added a writing desk for you. So if you ever just need….a refuge…..for lack of a better term.” Studying her for a moment, “How are you doing with everything?” Phillipa let her hands trail back down his chest when he moved away from her, watching as he went over to the cabinet. She took a few steps closer to see what it was, a soft smile turning up the corners of her mouth as her gaze flickered from the wine cooler to him, growing even more when he mentioned the rest. The question he asked, though, that was difficult. Perhaps not as difficult as she went with the simple answer - not well. That much she was sure he'd gathered. Getting much deeper into it seemed too dangerous, because she'd mostly been getting by using avoidance of everything. Hence why she was so glad to be there in that house, and why she felt so touched he'd thought to put in a desk for her. "I'm getting by," she settled on, lifting a shoulder in a slight shrug. "I mostly try not to think about it. You're the only person I've seen since, other than Marcus, and of course the decorator here." She pursed her lips a moment, gaze settling on the floor before looking up to him. "I don't know how to deal with it, so I'm not. Won't work in the long term, but it is right now, and that's as far as I'm thinking ahead." Viktor nodded, “Well if you need to vent or throw things - I can provide ugly ceramics to throw. I keep them on hand for very bad days.” He led her out to the private garden and started a fire in the fire pit with a wave of his hand and pulled her into his lap, so she was straddling him and facing him. “I can also let you know I can make this place unplottable - so if certain types of people are looking for you that you would be un-findable. And that is a word.” He kissed her again, his hands tightening on her hips, “But I will leave that up to you.” “I do have another reason for meeting up with her - other than removing your knickers.” He grinned and stretched his legs out, “But, a masquerade event at the club. Midsummer Nights Dream inspired….” ~~ Throwing things might come in handy, and Phillipa filed that thought away as she followed him outside, easily moving into his lap when he pulled her in. She reached back to carefully remove her shoes, dropping them off to the side before resting her arms over his shoulders. "Un-findable is good," she replied, leaning into his kiss and resting her forehead against his for a moment. Not being able to be found sounded perfect, right about then. She brought up one of her hands to stroke his hair back from his forehead, quirking an eyebrow as he went on. "Midsummer Nights Dream inspired masquerade," she mused, her fingertips raking through his hair. "That would be fun. I like the way you think." ~~ “I like how you think as well - and your open mind doesn’t hurt.” He sighed in pleasure at her fingers in his hair, “But I was thinking Midsummer Nights would be be a fun event - and who doesn't love a masquerade. You can leave reality behind…..” His eyes darkened up at her, “Not that you would ever want to leave your reality behind I am sure….” His hands slid under her top to run them over her soft skin, “Or perhaps I just want to see you dressed up as a fairy…..in lace and silk and a mask.” He nibbled her throat and whispered in her ear, “So I can tease you and make you flush in other places…..” ~~ Phillipa smiled at the reaction he had to her fingers in his hair, repeating the motion as he spoke. She hummed in agreement at wanting to leave reality behind - that was the purpose of her business, after all, and adding more to it to give people a specific escape, she would always have an open mind for that. Her own reality, she was more than glad to be escaping right there and then with him. She liked the way his eyes darkened, and she let her fingernails scrape lightly against his scalp as then ran through his hair and down the back of his neck. "You know," she murmured, tilting her head to make it easier for his mouth against her throat, nipping at her lip. "You don't have to come up with events to get me to dress in silk and lace. I'd do that for you even without a party." Her fingertips traced along the collar of his shirt, playing against the skin underneath it. "Unless you're drawn to the public nature of such an event..." ~ “I am not so narrow minded to restrict silk and lace to just certain events.” Viktor said with a chuckle and a pleased sigh, “I am just offering up suggestions for future events - so we can be aware of preferences.” He studied her as her forehead rested against his. “While I have you here….I would like to pose a question for you.” His grin was a bit suggestive, “And one that would allow me to take you shopping for more things of silk and lace….but would you be open to joining me for the upcoming World Cup gala as my date? I would like very much for you to join me. There will be dancing, decent food and far too much press.” “If that last part doesn’t scare you off….I am hoping you will join me.” ~~ Phillipa let her eyes close briefly as he spoke, just enjoying the low timbre of his voice and the warm rest of his hand against her skin. Her eyes opened again at his mention of a question - not that she was concerned, because she and Viktor had been quite good at being on the same page so far, and she had a hard time imagining he would ask her something she wouldn't like. The World Cup Gala, well, that was hardly something she opposed. "So I would get to wear a fancy dress, dance with you, and all the other fun that comes with a gala?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. "Press doesn't concern me, darling, not when I know to expect them." She leaned in and pressed a lingering kiss against his lips, fingertips stretching down beneath the back of his collar and resting between his shoulder blades. "I'd love to go with you." - “Then we will take you shopping very soon….I want you to be thrilled and love what you wear. Also, it would be press, dancing with me and whatever kind of dress you would like - as long as silk and lace are under it.” A very innocent face met hers, “For your comfort of course.” “And I thank you - I couldn’t think of better company than someone who will be at ease at this kind of event. Because it can get very tedious to take someone who has no idea what they are getting into. Not to mention…..” He pulled her closer, rolling his hips up to tease her, “Very few I would enjoy helping out of said gown at the end of the evening. Not to mention - think of the inspriation you could find for work while you are there.” ~~ A soft smirk played at the corners of Phillipa's mouth as she leaned in against him, fingertips pressing in against his back as she murmured close to his ear. "I think you'll find it is a very rare day when there isn't silk as lace under what I'm wearing." Her breath hitched softly when his hips rolled up against hers, and she let her own press down against him in response, her free hand moving to rest flat against his chest. She brushed a light kiss against the hinge of his jaw before leaning back just enough to be able to nip at his lower lip, looking up at him through her eyelashes. "Is that part of the criteria you'll be looking for in what gown I'm wearing?" she teased, rocking her hips down against him again. "How easily it'll come off?" - “I am a man Pippa.” His eyes twinkled at her, “And I would be lying if I didn’t say that didn’t cross my mind.” And it had - several times. Even to the point of wondering if requesting a dress with easier access wouldn’t be a bad idea. It would suit them both equally well in his own opinion. “Also, I have the check for my investment portion for you. I wanted to make sure you got it personally.” He licked his lips, “And as for the dress - keeping to things more intriguing - I am more than happy to add that to my list of criteria…along with access to this very soft skin of yours.” His lips moved along her throat, “It’s addictive to touch you see.” ~~ Phillipa was easy when it came to fancy dress situations - fashion was her wheelhouse, and she liked looking good. As long as she looked devastatingly gorgeous, which was easy to do in dresses made for galas and balls, she had little mind as to the more specific details. If he wanted it a particular color, fine, a certain cut, sure, as long as it was flattering. "Thank you," she murmured in response to his mention of the check. "I'll be sure it's deposited shortly." Her head tilted to make it easier for him to kiss her throat, her hand slipping up from inside his shirt to cradle his head. "I noticed you seemed to like it..." She gladly took being addictive as a compliment, no matter what part of her he was talking about. "You going to be able to behave yourself at the gala? Or am I going to be getting pulled away to dark corners, abandoned corridors...?" - “Where is the fun in behaving? Honestly…..” He sighed and shook his head sadly, “And wantng warnings? How can I get those very delicate cheeks of yours to flush if you know it’s coming….” He looked at her, he tilted his head to study her, “If you don’t mind - I would like to come with you - in case you need help with zippers, or getting in and out dresses.” He gave her an innocent face, “I am just trying to be helpful and supportive and such.” ~~ A soft smirk turned up the corners of her mouth as she looked down at him, her fingers absently playing with his hair. "I've never gotten on well with behaving myself," she mused, brushing a kiss against his forehead. "And you are so helpful and supportive, of course you should come with me. Wouldn't want to get a dress you don't like, after all." Phillipa tilted her head down to catch his mouth with hers, humming softly against it before pulling back. "Plus those zippers can be tricky." - “I am glad that we are in agreement.” Sliding his hands along her sides from her hips up to cup her breasts, “And make sure that everyone can enjoy the gorgeousness…..” Kissing her softly and his hands went under her shirt and slid back up to cup and tease her, his lips nibbled along her jawline. “I would hate for you to get stuck in a dress that you disliked…..” He gave her an innocent face, “I am thinking of you…..” ~~ Her breath caught softly as his hands moved up over her breasts, a smile on her lips as they met his. Fancy dresses were something of a specialty of hers - not often an opportunity to wear them, but the kind of clothing she loved the most and had studied more than the rest. The odds of her even bothering to try on a dress that didn't look great at the very least we're low, but that wasn't going to stop her from taking him along. They both knew it wasn't really about the dress. "You're so considerate," she murmured, reaching back to unhook the fastenings on the back of her top and slip it off her arms, dropping it down beside her shoes on the ground. "I'm so lucky..." - Nodding and letting his hands continue to explore her newly exposed torso, enjoying her reactions - both audible and physical. He knew she could more than dress herself - and thus far nad yet to show him her taste was anything other than perfect. But who was he to turn down the chance to ‘assist’ her in her selections. The chance to ‘sway’ his opinions…. His grin turned even more devious at that thought. “I am lucky as well to have such a generous mistress, who understands my needs so well….” He whispered in her ear, and then his kissed his way to her lips, where he nibbled on her lower lip, “So very lucky indeed.” ~~ Phillipa's back arched into his touch as his hands moved along her skin, her head tilting at his whisper near her ear, a soft hum in the back of her throat from both the sensation of it and the way his whisper always seemed to run straight through her. She rest her hands on his chest, tracing over the muscles beneath his shirt as his mouth made its way to hers, and her lips parted easily to give him better ability to nip at her lower one. "I told you," she murmured, one of her hands running up the side of his neck to cup his jaw. "I'm all yours." She caught his mouth with hers, licking her way into it with long, languid strokes of her tongue against his, pressing in closer to him. - Taking her hands in his, Viktor pinned her wrists behind her back as his lips went down her throat and along her collarbone, “Mmmm…..I might just take advantage of that……” Having her at the ‘mercy’ of his explorations and touch, made him smirk against her skin, pulling her up a bit more his teeth and tongue marking and soothing the upper curve of each breast, “And the undergarments and jewelry as well….to show off every delectable feature of my date for the evening….” ~~ She drew in a breath as he held her wrists back behind her, looking at him through half lidded eyes for a brief moment before her head tilted back from the attentions of his mouth, eyes fluttering closed in response. Phillipa's breath hitched and stuttered at the touch of his teeth against her skin, soft little sounds of pleasure slipping from her lips. "So very considerate," she mumbled, hips shifting absently against him in a need to move somehow. "I'm wearing heels, though, so sorry if you were hoping I'd be short..." - “I like a woman in heels….” Viktor chuckled against her skin as his teeth worked their way down. Enjoying her taste, releasing his hold on her wrists, laying her back on the chaise, and runs his hands along her sides and shifts so he could look down at her. Settling some of his weight on top of her. “So tomorrow we will go dress shopping. And for other things…..” Viktor nibbled along her lower lip, “I am going to clear out my afternoon schedule for this adventure. Lunch first and we will go and let you go wild. But that leaves us with…..” He paused, “What to do with you until then….” ~~ "Mm good," she murmured in an absent response, either to what he said about the heels or what his mouth was doing against her skin, she didn't even know. Both. Her wrists flexed as he let them go, and she brought her hands up to link behind his neck as he laid her down, looking up at him as he got settled. Phillipa let her lips part as she felt his teeth against her lower one, her hands sliding down to his chest, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt to tug him closer. If she was going to be venturing out into the actual world again, she was glad to have the plan be what it was - dress shopping with a familiar face by her side. It was hard to think about the day to follow given the moment they were in then, though, and she looked up with him wish a soft mischievous smirk. "I'm sure you'll think of something. We have this whole place all to ourselves, after all..." - “I know - a place all to ourselves…..a nice fire pit….and a lack of dress code.” Removing his shirt for her he kissed her softly, “And I think we may be a little overdressed for the evening. I will cook for you later…so we don’t have to emerge for awhile.” He wasn’t sure what she was in the mood for tonight. Viktor knew what it was like to feel so very violated by the press that as if nothing was safe. And you just had hide and figure yourself out again. And he wanted to give her that time. He wasn’t a heartless man and he wanted her to feel safe here. Pressing against her, enjoying the contrast in contact as their bodies meshed. Tomorrow he would take her out of this safe place and he made up his mind to play the part of the shield - because the press could be vultures. But the sooner that she showed her face it would be better for her. “Now to find our way to this evenings plans……” Hooking his fingers in the waistline of her bottoms and gave her a grin with a twinkle in his eyes, “I wouldn’t want you to get bored after all.” ~~ Phillipa ran her hands over the bare skin of his chest once it was exposed from under his shirt, her fingertips trailing down his torso and sliding off along his sides to get to his back. If there was someplace she had to be other than in her apartment, she was glad it was there - still hidden away from the world but with a change of scenery, and with someone guaranteed to help keep her mind off of what she didn't want to think about. "My hero," she purred softly, one of her hands sliding down to rest against the waistband of his trousers, just above his ass. Her hips shifted absently as she felt his fingers against her skin where they were hooked in beneath the fabric of what little clothing she had left on. "Bored?" she repeated, leaning up to press a lingering kiss against his lips, sucking softly at his lower one before letting it go as she pulled away. "With you? Never..." - Pulling back with a smirk and wink, “Well, then lets see if we can keep you on your toes shall well….” He got up and held out a hand to her, “I wouldn’t want you to get tense or cool….and as a feature for me….” He led her towards, what appeared to be just a built in wooden bench….but if you touched the left corner the top lifted and moved back revealing a large hot tub that started up as soon as the top was removed. He pulled her closer and whispered in her ear, “Are you game to skinny dip?” ~~ Phillipa almost immediately missed the warmth and weight of him on her as he got up, but slipped her hand into his and got up from the chaise, her bare feet touching against the cool stone of the patio as she walked with him to wherever he was leading. Her eyes seemed to sparkle when she saw what it was, and she moved easily in close to him, her free hand resting against her chest as he whispered so close to her ear. "Well I've hardly anything to wear otherwise," she replied in a soft, teasing tone, her hand sliding down his chest and stomach until her fingers reached the waistband of his trousers, nimbly undoing the button and zipper there before she took a step away to undo her skirt, letting it drop and pool around her feet. Bending at the waist, she slid her knickers down her legs and stepped out of them and her skirt before straightening up, giving him a wink, and lithely climbing into the hot tub. - Stripping down as he enjoyed the view, Viktor followed her into the hot swirling water and moaned in pleasure at the jetted hot water. It was something that he needed from time to time. While he was thrilled to play a sport he loved and to be the best in the world at it….if you believed the papers and reporters which he rarely did….it took a toll on your body. Especially a larger and bulkier frame like his. A trainer had suggested one of these during his first world cup and he had one one at his residences ever since. Pulling Pippa closer, he pressed a kiss to her temple, then turned her face towads him for a more thorough kiss, “There….now this is much better on several fronts if I do say so myself.” ~~ The water felt amazing against her legs, and Phillipa turned to watch him get in after her, and she sunk down to get more into the water, her eyes closing briefly as she enjoyed the feel of it rushed and swirling around her. She moved easily through the water at his touch to get her closer, giving a soft hum against his kiss. "This is so very much better," she murmured, kissing him again. "I don't know if I'm ever going to want to leave this place." - Viktor licked his lips, “Well, wouldn’t that be a shame….” He gave her a very innocent look, “I mean, having you here all the time? That would be just horrible…..really…..” Cupping some of the water in his hand and let it run over her shoulder. And ran his fingers along her skin and went back to kissing her slowly, pulling her so she is straddling his lap. Letting the water jets massage his back and runs his hands over her back, letting the water run down her back. ~~ "I know, it would be horribly inconvenient for you," she shot back with a smirk, but she really had meant it. It was quiet there, peaceful, a luxury compared to her much smaller one bedroom flat. Plus the company... there was nothing to complain about. Shifting onto his lap, Phillipa ran her hands up over his chest and shoulders as she returned his kiss, leaning in against him as his hands moved along her back. The trails of water on her skin were cooled by the air around them, but everything else was warm. Her hands moved up to cup either side of his face as her teeth grazed against his lips, then the tip of her tongue followed suit, licking her way into his mouth and moaning softly as she kissed him deeper. |