phillipa flint (pippips) wrote in reduxpitch, @ 2016-03-16 21:40:00 |
|
|||
Entry tags: | !thread, character: phillipa flint, character: viktor krum, location: knockturn alley |
WHO: Viktor Krum and Pippa Flint
WHEN: Wednesday Evening
WHERE:Viktor’s Business Offices in Knockturn Alley
WHAT: Business discussions
RATING: S for Serious Business. [and also Sex]
STATUS: Closed
In the narrow stone building, on the third floor, there was a light in the corner office. Steps that were older and creaked when even a light step was placed on them would lead a person up to a door. Only those would the pass phrase would be granted entrance to the three roomed suite of rooms. The door to the center one was open.
Viktor leaned against the desk, a day of business meetings had left his hair slightly rumpled from fingers running through it. There was a half drank glass of whiskey on his desk and a several lamps gave a glow to the spacious office and let the dark wood surfaces of it gleam. He wasn’t nervous - he had made offers like this in the past - but he was unsure if they would be able to assist with the second question he had for them.
While he was discreet, that second question wouldn’t be asked until he could confirm their level of discretion. Hearing footsteps on the stairs he pushed off the desk and headed for the doorway, leaning on the frame with his arms crossed, he supposed he might look slightly intimidating to someone just walking in. But he was slightly more curious about the person about to enter his office than his intimidation factor if he was going to be honest with himself.
It had been quite a day for Phillipa Flint. She'd been fielding owls all morning from her brothers, so when she'd received one from Viktor, it had caught her off guard. Any time someone wanted to meet with her for business, she felt a slight concern. Most of that could be waved away by some legal documents ensuring her safety and their secrecy, but still. This was Viktor Krum who had come to her, not just some random person with an idea in their head.
She made her way to his office at the appointed time, making her way up the stairs and using the pass phrase she'd been owled, letting her heels make sharp clicks against the floor as she walked. His frame was silhouetted in the doorway, but she rarely found anyone intimidating, especially not on merit of size alone. Walking up to him, she extended her hand, chin held high as she looked him directly in the eye.
"Good evening, Mr. Krum."
Taking her hand in a firm handshake, Viktor gave no indication he was surprised by the person who walked in the door, “Miss Flint. Please come in.” He moved from the doorway and motioned for her to enter his office, “Thank you for meeting me on such short notice.”
He gestured for her to take a chair, “Would you like something to drink? I have water, tea, juice, something stronger?” He was going to be enjoying his whiskey, and saw no reason to deny her something should she want something. He waited for her response and mentally calculated the best way to discuss his two options with the woman in the room with him.
“I have to admit, I am very impressed with your choice of business. I have visited several times and it’s well run and your staff is also impressive.”
Going into his office, Phillipa took the chair that was offered her, settling into it easily but sitting more toward the edge to be able to sit up straight as she watched him. At his offer of a drink, a soft smile quirked at the corners of her mouth. "Wine, if you have it. If not, tea is perfectly fine, thank you."
A more noticeable smile spread across her features at his compliments to her business, and she felt more of a sense of pride than usual. She worked very hard to make it good, and she was glad it was being noticed. They'd only been open for a month, but it has been a great month.
"Thank you," she replied smoothly, folding her hands in her lap. "I do consider it a point of pride, having it run so well, especially so quickly. Everyone on staff is incredibly dedicated to their work. I'll be sure to pass along your compliments - anonymously, of course."
Selecting a wine glass, he opened a cabinet revealing a drink cooler and pulled out a red wine and poured her a glass, nodding his head at her response to his compliment, “Thank you. I appreciate your discretion.” He handed her the glass, settling in behind his desk and he leaned back in his chair.
“I would like to offer my private partnership to help. I have several of these arrangements set up.” He slid a file towards her on the table, “I like supporting businesses that aren’t cookie cutter and that are different business models than the norm.” He picked up his glass, “In the file is my offer. And this is just part of my reason for inviting you for this meeting.”
His second reason was a bit more personal, and he was still trying to figure out if he could trust her enough to bring up that part of his reasoning.
Phillipa watched him pour the wine for her, accepting the glass with a quiet thank you before taking a sip. She tilted her head in interest as he spoke, taking another drink before setting her glass on the table and picking up the file to open. While business was doing well, and she had made sure she was financially secure, she was never one to pass down any kind of business or investment opportunity. The whole point was to be lucrative, after all.
"Well I'm glad we managed to catch your eye," she said, her gaze flickering over to him as she let the file fall closed in her lap. She raised an eyebrow, bringing a hand up to tuck her hair behind her ear. "If this is only part of your reason, what's the rest?"
Viktor waved a hand and the door closed, a faint glow of a sound proofing charm surrounded it and the windows, “For this second part, I am relying completely on your discretion. Keep in mind I am making this request based off of the knowledge of your business model. And not insinuating anything of your person in the slightest.”
He took a breath, and let it out slowly, “I have a situation. I normally have an...arrangement. Being whom I am - I find that having arrangements when I am not in an relationship the easiest way to ensure my discretion and as well as making sure that all parties are well….taken care of.”
He met her gaze over his desk, “I am wondering if you have a list or an idea of anyone looking for such an arrangement.” His voice took on a bit more of his Bulgarian accent as he discussed the secondary request of the meeting.
Phillipa picked up her wine glass again as the door closed, getting the impression she might need to fortify herself for whatever was coming her way. Her eyebrow quirked up a little more when he made sure to clarify he wasn't insinuating anything about her, and she took a slow sip of her wine as she listened to the rest.
Of course she might be able to pull from any of her 'roster' of employees, so to speak, but that might lead to complications with her actual business. It was far too early on in the state of it to start making special considerations, no matter who it was for. And while she prided her business on discretion, there might be too much attention drawn if he had such an arrangement with one of her girls.
"To make sure I'm understanding you correctly," she began, slowly swirling the wine in her glass, "can we clarify what you mean by... arrangement? I just want to make sure we're on the same page. Sex, I'm guessing, but is that all?"
“Sex, discretion, listening to rants, and an open mind.” He said with a shrug of one shoulder and a sip of his whiskey, “But I would like to point out that one request does not hinge on the other. If you are open to assisting with the second but not first or vice versa….”
Leaning back in his chair, he kept his eyes on her and chuckled, “I hope I didn’t make you too uncomfortable with the request. And if you can’t help - I understand. But the arrangement - especially heading into World Cup and post season, would be incredibly helpful with certain stresses that come with expectations.”
A somewhat knowing smile twitched at the corners of Phillipa's mouth, and she took the last sip of wine from her glass before setting it on the table, and sliding the file there as well. She rose from her seat and smoothed down her skirt as she moved around the edge of his desk, sitting back against it once she was beside him and looking down at him, a little twinkle in her eyes.
"Viktor, I don't know who you think I am, but you're not making me uncomfortable," she replied, her tone lower, but also softer thanks to their close proximity. "I'm sure we can work something out on both fronts."
Enjoying the change in view, Viktor arched a brow at her, “I am glad we might be able to work something out on both fronts. I think the business deal would be mutually beneficial. As for the other….” He let his voice trail off a bit.
“I think the secondary request - for both parties - can work out very well. I can be very generous with my companions once there is an understanding.” He ran his hands over his face, “I just - I need to be able to trust the person that I am in this with. And when it ends - I need to know it will be clean and simple.”
Once the wheels started spinning in Phillipa's head, they tended to move quickly. She had a tendency to let plans click into place as soon as she could think of them, and this was no exception. While she wasn't exactly willing to give up one of her girls for his use, she certainly had no objection to the arrangement he was proposing. No real strings, just mutually beneficial, and no mess at the end.
Not wanting to put her cards on the table before being sure, she tilted her head to look down at him. "You need to trust them, and know the end will be free of drama and easy, but anything else? Preferences, needs...?"
Viktor took his time to think of his preferences or needs. He had a list of them, but he knew them by heart, “Well, open minded as far as positions and like. I can be a bit….rough at times. So there is that.” His lips curled into a teasing smirk, “And someone who has a spine, who is willing to debate and challenge me. I want a challenge and a companion, not a doormat.”
“Needs and preferences - they can be adjustable and a bit changeable. I do like someone smaller than me, it’s a thing.” He took another drink of it, “And someone who isn’t afraid of a man in a temper - because at times I am not the picture of charm and grace that you see before you today.”
Nothing he was saying was making Phillipa's thoughts waver. If anything, he was enforcing that it would be difficult for her to go out and find someone more suited to what he wanted than her. He seemed to be doing a good job of describing her, after all. A soft laugh fell from her lips at the last part of what he said, and her hair fell along her face in a soft curtain before she brought up her hand to tuck it back again.
"Well then, I think we can do business," she said, a soft smirk turning the corners of her mouth. "On all fronts."
“Oh can we now.” Viktor said, setting the now almost empty glass on the desk, the ice clinking together in the glass. He linked his hands behind his head and studied her curiously, “Already you have someone in mind? I don’t know if that is a good sign or not…”
“Take your time and look over the first proposal. If you want to run it by your solicitor - I fully understand.” Viktor moved and stretched, his back popped back into place, “As for the other request, care to tell me more about this person….”
"I'll definitely need to run it by them, yes," Phillipa replied, glancing over her shoulder at the file sitting on the desk. Many pairs of eyes would look over it before anything was agreed to, that was certain. She looked back at him, pursing her lips a moment before she smiled, lifting a shoulder in a shrug.
"Someone you can trust, who will challenge you, be discreet, put up with a temper, not make a fuss when things are said and done..." she ticked off on her fingers lazily, a slow smirk spreading across her features. "You really did come to the right person. I assure you I can be amenable when it comes to the bedroom, as well."
“You?” Viktor licked his lips and raised a brow, “You are offering your very tempting arse up instead of one of your staff? Am I so picky - or so terrifying?”
Getting up out of the chair, he moved to stand in front of her, running his gaze over her, “And what does amenable in the bedroom mean I wonder?” He moved closer, resting a hand on either side of her on the desk, “I wouldn’t want to agree to something and then find out that you and I are on two different pages in the bedroom….or this office….or on the balcony of a hotel’s penthouse….”
Phillipa laughed softly, giving a shake of her head. "Neither? My girls, I know their temperaments and skills, but I couldn't promise you anything much more than that. Me, I know, and I know everything you've said so far suits me just fine."
Her gaze followed him as he got up, watching him as he looked over her and came closer, tilting her head back to be able to looked up at him. "That's why I kept asking questions," she replied a little softer, still smirking. "And I would give you a laundry list, but it's probably easier to say I haven't ever come across an instance where I've denied someone what they want... in a bedroom, or an office, or on the balcony of a hotel's penthouse..."
Moving a hand to rest on her knee, his thumb stroking the soft skin, “Well, then perhaps we can come to an arrangement.” He pulled back and reached for another file on his desk, “This contains the agreement.” He set it down next to her on the desk, “Look over the breakdowns and let me know if you are open to this.”
Inside the file was a breakdown of what he was willing to provide for her (or whomever) in exchange for their discretion, willingness and other requests. He retook his position over her and leaned over to whisper in her ear, “I wouldn’t want you to get in over your head Miss Flint….” He took his glass and moved away to the wet bar to refill a bit of his glass.
“How many days would you like to look it over and make up your mind?” He wasn’t in a hurry, but Viktor had brought this up for reasons and wasn’t wanting to wait forever for confirmation from her.
Phillipa glanced down at the file when he placed it next to her, a hand moving to rest over it as he leaned in close again. Her head tilted to the side at his whisper, a little thrill running through her at what he said. If she hadn't had her mind made up before then, that certainly would have done it for her. She watched him as he moved away toward the bar, and she pushed off the desk to shift down into his chair, pulling the file off the desk and opening it in her lap to read over the breakdown he'd provided.
"Hm?" she replied absently, her eyes scanning over the page as she took an extra few seconds to process his question. "Oh, this one? Just give me time to read over it, that's fine. The other will take through next week at least."
Viktor nodded, “On the first suggestion - just let me know when you would like to schedule another meeting.” He moved and leaned against the desk watching her go over the paperwork. He wasn’t all that demanding, and he wasn’t asking for her to be his private mistress tucked away in a tower. He liked independant women. He enjoyed their fire and sass. But in order to protect himself, his career and the women themselves, a little bit of secrecy and trust was required.
And spelling some things out didn’t hurt, such as his financial support, limitations on trips and explanation of how her vault would work as far as funds from him. He also had outlined trips and the like. He gave her time to look over the paperwork as he refilled her wine a bit and then went over to his bookshelves and pondered if he wanted to take anything home with him that evening.
Other than one rather bold Miss that was currently sitting in his chair.
Honestly, going over that paperwork was easy for her. Phillipa probably would have let him get away with a lot even without a contract, but she also wasn't about to say no to getting something out of it more than enjoyment. It was easy to look over and make sure there weren't any hidden loopholes - not that she thought he would have any, but one always had to be careful.
She was grateful for the refilled wine glass, and sipped at it slowly as she read the papers. Once she was through, but before she deigned to sign in, she glanced over to where he was standing by the bookshelf.
"Rather important question. Am I required to cheer for your teams?"
Chuckling he shook his head, “A Flint not cheering for Ireland? I think the homeland would be after my head.” He smirked, selecting a book from the shelf and turned to look at her, “In private, I wouldn’t mind you in nothing but lace knickers in my team colors. But those wouldn’t last long anyway.”
“Anything else I can clarify for you?”
Phillipa huffed out a soft laugh. That she could do for him, but any additional requirement for her to pay attention to Quidditch would had required some extra thought. Not a deal breaker, but perhaps some negotiations. "No, I think that covers it."
She set her wine down and reached for a quill, setting the file on the desk so she could sign in the appropriate places before closing it and sliding it away from her, toward the side of the desk closest to him.
“Well then….” Viktor took the agreement and filed it in the appropriate place, whispering a word in Bulgarian that charmed the lock to keep it safe and protected. He turned and crooked a finger in her direction, “Now that those two articles of business are out of the way….”
“Did you want a place that is neither my place nor yours. Something a bit remote? Separate from everything….and one else? Also….” His grin turned devious and his eyes ran over her with a decidedly wicked look, “And I will be needing your measurements so that I can properly show my appreciation - and replace anything that may require it while we are in this….agreement.”
Phillipa picked up her wine when he took the agreement, finishing off the bit left in her glass before he crooked a finger toward her and she rose out of his chair, leaving the empty wine glass on his desk and moving over more toward him. Going away from someplace near people sounded wonderful, and she bit her lip with a soft smirk when he mentioned needing her measurements. Those she could provide easily.
“A place like that sounds perfect,” she replied, pushing her hair back from her face. “Though I’ll be sure to add extra wards to my apartment, in case it’s needed.” She paused in front of him, resting her hand lightly on his chest. “And I’ll be sure to write down my measurements for you.”
Leaning down, Viktor stole a very firm kiss, taking what he wanted - her soft lips. He enjoyed the difference in her softness against his hardness. He pulled back and took in her appearance, “I would appreciate them being written down. I will have them put on file at some of the shops I go to - along with opening you an account. So if the mood strikes you….” He let his voice fade.
“And would you like to be in the city or more remote? Extra wards would be appreciated.” His fingers, a bit rough from years on the broom, ran along her arms and kept her pressed close against him, “I would want you to enjoy the location. For obvious reasons….”
Phillipa easily gave in against his kiss, her fingers curling against his chest where they were resting. Her eyes fluttered open once he pulled back, and she looked up at him as his gaze moved over her. She could definitely get used to being pampered, she was sure - she had no problem treating herself well, but it wasn’t like she was used to anyone else doing it for her. His fingertips were warm against her arms as they moved along her skin, and she leaning in against him in response to his touch.
“Maybe more remote?” She offered, though she truly would be fine either way. “I live in the city, so someplace different than what I deal with every day, that seems like it would be better.”
“Done and done.” Viktor said with a nod of his head, “Now until that happens….I don’t suppose you have the rest of your evening free?” He wasn’t going to push - he had sprung this on her rather suddenly. But since she was agreeable to the situation….he figured he might as well start as he intended to go on.
Which was a bit demanding, a bit insistent, and very willing to enjoy their time together. He would get his real estate agent looking for small properties that were tucked away in the country tomorrow. The sooner he found and bought it the sooner the wards could be set and they could both enjoy themselves a bit more.
That had been easy - though she hadn’t expecting an argument, since he’d asked for her preference. Phillipa smiled in response to his question, her hand sliding up his chest as she pushed up onto her toes, brushing a feather light kiss against his lips before she barely pulled back to speak in a murmur.
“Lucky for you, Mr. Krum, I just had a business meeting end, so the rest of my night is up for grabs.” True, she hadn’t known how long the meeting was going to go when she’d agreed to it, nor did she realize what agreements would come into play, but she was certainly glad she hadn’t made any other plans for her night. “I’m all yours.”
“See, those could turn into very dangerous words Pippa.” His accent was getting a bit thicker, the gleam in his eyes was a bit darker and more promising and his lips were pulled in a very wicked grin, “However, i am very glad I won’t have to convince you that canceling said plans would be in your very best interest. So I suppose we are both winning at the moment.”
“Let me lock up the office and we can be on our way to more...comfortable surroundings.” He stepped back and left the office to do as he had said, upon his arrival, a few moments later, he held out his hand, “Now, shall we go?” He had had some very inappropriate thoughts about the younger sister of Marcus Flint. He couldn’t think of many that hadn’t over the years. But for her to agree to his offer - this was definitely an interesting spin on the evening.
To be fair, Phillipa had been fairly sure of the weight of her words when she’d said them. She liked that look in his eyes, and the way his grin kept getting more so. If she’d had any plans, they easily would have been gotten rid of, but as it was she had nothing on her calendar but him. Literally. She sunk back down to her heels when he stepped away, going back to his desk while he locked up and finding a spare piece of parchment to scrawl on with the quill sitting there from her previous use.
When he came back, she walked over to him and took his hand in hers, slipping the folded piece of parchment into his pocket with her free hand and offering him a soft smirk. “Measurements, for you.” She leaned up and pressed a kiss to his lips, nipping at his lower one before she pulled back. “Take me away, Mr. Krum.”
Viktor eyed her and the parchment, tucking it into his pocket, “Alright - shall we?” He apparated them them his top floor flat, and stepped away from her once he felt slightly more grounded and like they had actually arrived.
“More wine? Or would you like something else?” He walked towards the kitchen, turning on lights as he did, causing a warm glow to fill the rooms, “I going to grab some water.” He motioned for her to follow, “Please make yourself at home.” He had a large flat with an open floor plan and a sight line that was Harrowyck Alley at night. Opening the fridge he pulled out a bottle of water and looked at her expectantly, “Anything for you Miss Flint?”
Phillipa let him Apparate them, waiting until her feet were steady on the ground before glancing around where they were. Her apartment was small and cozy, and his place, at least that's where she assumed they were, was big. She wasn't surprised at all, but it was still different. Her gaze followed him as he moved along and turned on lights, and she slowly trailed after him, looking around the flat as she went.
"I never say no to wine," she replied, tracing her fingertips along the edge of the kitchen counter. "This is a very nice place."
Looking around he went to pour her a glass of wine, “It’s large. Because at one point I was housing some of the National team of Bulgaria. And if or when I get invaded by them or family I want space for them. Where I still have room - so I am less likely to throttle them.”
Handing her the glass he kicked off his shoes and leaned against the counter, and leaning down he whispered in her ear, “Even in those heels you are seem very small….” He ran his cold bottle along her bared arm, “And your skin is tempting and now that we are all alone in a very secure area….”
Phillipa hummed in agreement when he talked about the flat being large. She could imagine having a lot of people around like that would call for an assured room of one's own to keep from getting too irritated. "Not that it's entirely the same, but I made sure my flat was big enough for my little brother to be there sometimes without me tripping over him... same sort of thing."
She gratefully accepted the wine, taking a slow sip as he leaned down over her. If the whispering in her ear was a thing he was going to do often, she was certain she was done for. It felt like it ran straight down through her to her toes, leaving tingles all the way. "I could even take them off, if you'd like," she murmured, resting her hand on his arm to keep herself steady as she slipped one of her feet out of its shoe and lowered her foot to be flat on the ground.
She was small and delicate, he had to admit it was a good thing. There was something about a witch with that build that just made something click for him. And her stepping out of her shoes made it a bit more obvious. He tipped her chin up and started to explore her lips again, unlike the last time , he took his time to explore and taste her lips and mouth.
Pulling back after a good amount of time, Viktor chuckled, “Now would you like a tour of the flat Pippa….? Or I could continue to explore you with my lips and see how long your knees can hold out….” He waited to see if his last statement earned him a smack or not.
It took much more of a tilt to her neck to be able to kiss Viktor without her shoes on, considering he was a good foot taller than her, but Phillipa considered it well worth it with the way his lips worked against hers. He still tasted faintly of whiskey, but not so much she found it displeasing. When he pulled back, she took the opportunity to set her wine glass down on the counter, not wanting to spill or drop it.
"Cocky," she murmured in response, smirking at him. "I think my neck might cramp up before my knees give out." She ran her hands up over his chest and shoulders, linking behind his neck. "I propose a compromise. I don't need a tour, but you can show me to the bedroom... and then you can explore me all you please."
His hands settled on her hips, he lifted her up, and met her gaze and carried her towards the bedroom. Past more windows, a powder room and then up a set of stairs to a lofted master bedroom. Where he tossed her onto the bed, and enjoyed the bounce she had in the middle of his king sized bed, “Now, this does seem to have leveled the playing field a bit more.”
Unbuttoning his shirt, he untucked it a bit and knelt on the edge of the bed, “I am going to enjoy this next phase of the evening.” Kissing the inside of her knee, he looked up at her, “Soft, sensitive skin...now let’s see where else is this sweet to taste and explore…”
Phillipa let him lift her up, her arms looping around his neck as he carried her through the apartment. Maybe she could have been peeking around to see what else there was, but she'd been far too content to nuzzle lightly against his neck and enjoy the feeling of being so secure in his arms - right up until the moment he tossed her down on his bed, and she huffed out a breath at the impact but let out a light laugh in response.
Her gaze stayed focused on him as he unbuttoned his shirt, bringing her hands up to untuck her blouse from her skirt as she watched him lean down to kiss her knee. She bit her lip lightly, her eyes meeting his when he looked up toward her. "I feel like I'm wearing far too many clothes..." she murmured. "You, too."
Sliding his hands along her legs, and eased her skirt up, his lips following their path, but up her inner thigh, “Let me tell you something - I am planning on taking my very sweet time.” He moved to slide her skirt up to her waist, “See, and you didn’t even know how this evening was going to end.”
“And these knickers are very tempting.” He lifted her hips, and then undid her skirt, easing it down her legs and tossing it to the side, following it with his shirt, “There...I think we are getting there slowly.” He settled over her and tasted her lips again, “You look much more….comfortable now I think.” He nibbled her throat, and then started to work his way down her torso with his lips and teeth, teasing her skin as he worked his way down her body.
"Mmmtake all the time you want, Mr. Krum," Phillipa murmured, her hips shifting up easily as he moved her skirt up her legs. "And to be fair, I'm sure you didn't see this happening in your evening, either..." She lifted her hips for him to undo his skirt, glad for it to be gone once it was, and she watched as his shirt joined it on the floor. She'd seen him shirtless plenty of times in advertisements, in magazines, but not in person, and in person it was much better.
"I'm very comfortable..." Her hands ran up the bare skin of his back, taking in the muscles under her fingertips. One of her hands slipped up into his hair, fingers lacing into it as his mouth moved down her body. Her breath hitched occasionally, when his teeth skimmed a sensitive spot, her fingertips pressing in against his back. She could feel little jolts of pleasure the further down he kissed, anticipation building inside her.
“Oh, I am sure.” He chuckled against her skin, hooking his fingers in her knickers and tugs them down, and then over his shoulder. But instead of doing what most would expect, he worked his way back up to her lips, his fingers taking over the exploration as his lips claimed hers. Nibbling and teasing them, then along her jawline and throat.
“I am glad you are comfortable. You will be in it for some time.” He continued to taste and tease her lips with his own, his larger frame moving to cover hers a bit more, pinning her down a bit to the mattress, “With considerably fewer layers. Since you seem to be insistent on wearing undergarments.”
Phillipa lifted her hips for him to get her knickers off, her shoulders pressing down into the mattress as she watched him toss them aside. She made a soft sound in the back of her throat when he kissed her again, her hands skimming over his back and up into his hair, twisting into it slightly as his mouth moved down to her jaw and throat.
"I do," she murmured, her head lolling to the side to give him better access. "I like it, the fancier the better." She pressed up against him, her nails scritching bluntly against his scalp. "Gives you something to look forward to."
Humming against her throat, Viktor worked his way down to tease her more, taking his time on her collarbone, “And I do enjoy taking my time to savor a treat. And you seem to be very much a treat.”
He opened her blouse more and traced along the edges of lace with the tip of his tongue, then blowing on the now wet skin, then tugging on the lace with his teeth, pulling it down, savoring the reactions his attentions produced, “You make some sweet sounds Phillipa.” He noticed his accent getting a bit thicker and his tone deeper, “Now to see if I can get it a bit louder. Shall we test other areas and find one? Yes...I think we should….”
Being savored was something Phillipa had rarely gotten from men. Women, that was a different story, but men so commonly wanted to cut straight to the point. She liked the way he felt on top of her, all broad and muscular, hard in contrast to the soft way his lips were moving along her skin.
A soft whine broke in her throat at the touch of his tongue against her, the rush of cool breath and the scrape of teeth as they tugged against the lone fabric still on her body. The deepness of his voice ran through her much like his whispers had, and one of her hands dropped down between his shoulder blades, fingernails gently biting in against his skin. "Go on... anywhere you want..."
“So gentle….” He looked up at her and slipped his fingers higher on her inner thigh, teasing her a bit more, “Now does the kitten have claws I wonder…” he continued to tease her around the material as his fingers explored a very sweet core. Teasing and flicking like his tongue was doing on her upper torso.
Keeping her pinned under him, he worked his way lower, his tongue and fingers still mimicking each other’s motions. Nibbling along her hip bone, he looked up at her and smirked, winking at her before his mouth joined his fingers to tease and torment the woman under him.
"Guess you'll find out," Phillipa murmured, a soft smirk turning up the corners of her mouth. She'd just started to shift how her leg was beside him, bending at the knee to rest her foot flat against the bed, when his fingers started to tease against her. She bit her lip with a quiet groan, her hips absently rocking down into his touch, her fingers still tangled in his hair as his mouth worked down her torso.
As he moved lower, her nails bit into where they were resting on his back, scraping up the back of his neck as he settled between her legs. That smirking wink he gave her made her want to cuff him on the back of the head, but that thought quickly passed when his mouth landed where she'd been wanting it to be since he's started taking her clothes off, and instead she moaned as her back arched off the bed. Both her hands settled into his hair as her hips moved idly against him, jolts of pleasure running through her body.
Holding her hips down, Viktor took his time to tease and torment her. His hands slid up to tease her. Growling against her he tightened his grip,. So he could keep her right where he wanted her to enjoy as long as he wanted here there. After a while of enjoying her writhing, her moans and other reactions, he came up to claim her mouth again - tasting of them both as his hand slipped between them and freed himself from his trousers.
Taking one of her hands he slipped it inside and wrapped it around himself, “Better now kitten?”
Phillipa whined softly when he held her hips down, but she didn't have much to complain about considering how his mouth was working her over. Her body arched and writhed in response, breath short and hard as she felt the tension building up inside her and breaking, then coming back again. She welcomed his lips against hers, licking her way into his mouth and nipping at his lips when he pulled back.
She easily let her hand be guided down, fingers curling around him in a well practiced motion as her hand stroked up over him, her gaze steadily up on his. "Very," she replied in a soft purr, her fingernails scritching against his scalp as she pulled him back in for another kiss.
Letting himself be pulled back into a kiss, Viktor moved closer, and pressed into her slowly, He took his time, rotating his hips and smirking down at her, “There….much better.” His mouth went to breasts as his hand went to her thigh and brought it up to change the angle for him just enough to make him growl, “Not a bad fit….”
Getting a bit more into things, his head came down as he lowered himself a bit more onto her, he was sure she might have a few marks from where his fingers had been, but he wasn’t going to worry about that outrage right now. Right now, he was enjoying the very delicate charms of the witch under him, who fit very perfectly right where he wanted her. Who was reacting in very enticing and encouraging ways. Alternating the speed and power of his movements, Viktor tried to keep them both dancing along the edge as long as he could, more to keep her reactions coming than anything else.
Phillipa groaned softly as he pressed into her, her jaw going slack a moment before she tilted her head back against the bed, letting out a shuddered breath as she looked up at him. She moved easily with his hand on her thigh, hooking her leg around him to keep it in place as he kept her pinned down beneath him. While normally she wasn't one for feeling trapped, she didn't seem to mind when the one doing the trapping was sending such thrills through her body with each little movement.
And he was very good at that. Had her mind not been short circuiting thanks to the way he was making her feel, she might have thought about what a great deal she'd managed to stumble into. Sex was one thing, good sex another, and Viktor was... great. Her nails bit in against the skin of his back before her hands slid down under the waistband of his trousers, fingers digging in against the swell of his ass.
“There are those claws….” He grinned and picked up the pace a bit more, alternating things a bit less, “that’s a bit better….” Bracing himself around her, he nipped at her lips and whispered his plans for her in her ear in Bulgarian. He didn’t care that she more than likely wouldn’t follow his words, because he would show her his plans in time. But he liked how she reacted to his words when they were shared at a close proximity.
He loved sex. It was basic and physical. It was a place where he could just let go and feel and react and not worry about things. It allowed him to just…..release. In more than the one way. He devoured her mouth as his hips started to move with just a bit more purpose, a bit less teasing and he growled against her lips.
Him whispering in her ear had already proved to be a weakness of hers, and Phillipa wasn't sure she could have done anything to prepare herself for him whispering against her ear in his native tongue. Her fingers dug in against him more, her back arching in an attempt to press closer as she let her body move in tandem with his. He could have been speaking gibberish for all she cared, as long as he kept talking like that.
She moaned into his mouth when he kissed her again, her leg curling tighter around him. Her body felt like it was so taut and ready to snap, having been taken to the edge and pulled back away from it so much already. His growl against her lips made her swear under her already labored breath, tilting her head to the side and breaking away from his kiss to be able to try and draw in a breath, barely managing before she felt her orgasm hit and she cried out softly, arms and legs and everything else tightening around him.
Feeling her grip him more, Viktor - having seen to his partner - now became a bit more selfish and took what he wanted. Namely her, harder and deeper. His growls and whispered words in Bulgarian became lower and a bit more animalistic if nothing else. His head fell back as he fell over the edge and pull her as close to him as possible as he fell into his release with a low moan. His head falling forward to rest on her shoulder.
And he stayed braced just a bit above her, his weight slowly falling forward to rest against her. His labored breath hitting both of their sweaty skin. He chuckled a bit breathlessly, “Well, hell Kitten….” He pressed a breathless kiss to her breast, “I like your claws.”
Phillipa was half certain he was going to drive her over the edge again, with how his actions shifted so much once she came. His voice sent sensations all the way down to her toes, and she looked up at him as his head tilted back, taking in his expression as he went over the edge with her. Slowly, her hands slipped up from beneath his waistband and skimmed up his back, one coming to rest against his hair as his head rested against her.
His weight on top of her was pleasant, almost comforting, and she let her eyes close as her fingers stroked over his hair and she worked to regain some normal breath. "Good," she murmured, letting her nails drag against his scalp in reply before she went back to stroking his hair normally. "I like your growl. And that your bark isn't worse than your bite."
Rolling to the side a bit, Viktor brought her with him so she ended up on top of him, bracing an arm behind his head and he looked at her curiously, “So you think that my bark isn’t worse hmmm? I think that that might be disproven at a later date.” He trailed his fingers down her spine and rested his hands on her bared arse.
“But I will take the compliment, and let you know that you taste as tempting as you look.”
Moving with him easily, Phillipa let her hands rest on his chest as she settled on top of him, tossing her hair over her shoulder as she looked down at him. He could disprove all he wanted, but so far she'd found both to be equal, and that growling he did was definitely a thing. Her back arched against his touch as it moved down her spine, and let her hands skim up over his shoulders as she leaned down to press a lingering kiss to his lips.
"Why thank you, Mr. Krum," she murmured against them, kissing him briefly again before sitting up straight.
Chuckling, Viktor kissed her back and then enjoyed the view. His eyes ran along form, his hands moving up to remove her bra completely. And grinning up at her with a very innocent look on his face, “Not that I am complaining here - because the view is stunning - but what is going through your brain as you sit up there looking very well shagged and mussed….”
Phillipa let her bra slip from her arms and tossed it to the side where her other clothes had landed, bringing her hand up to run through her hair and push it back from her face. She smirked softly at his question, her fingertips playing on his abdomen and chest as they ran along his skin, feeling the lines of his muscles and the lingering heat from all their activity.
"That I'm glad I took your meeting," she replied honestly. "What about you? What's going on in that handsome head of yours?"
“That you look good all flushed and in lace.” Viktor said honestly, “And that I am glad you were honest when it came to my secondary request. It was very efficient to not have to wait and do interviews and the like. Honestly, I was expecting to get slapped or something for bringing up what I was looking for.”
"Why do you think I own so many lacy things?" Phillipa said teasingly, but it was still true. She liked lace - how she looked in it, and how she felt wearing it. Her hands stilled in their idle exploration of his torso, resting on his arms over his biceps as she laughed lightly. "You thought I would slap you? Even after knowing the business I run? No..."
She shook her head, biting her lip as she grinned. "Much more efficient. It might have taken a while otherwise, who knows how long."
Viktor rolled his eyes, letting her explore and stroked her thighs as he listened to her, “And I am sure you wouldn’t have minded ‘helping out’ while you were assisting me in finding the perfect fit.” Rolling his hips to tease her just a bit.
“And just because it’s your business doesn’t mean that you weren’t going to slap me for assuming you would assist.” He stuck his tongue out at her.
"I have no idea what you're insinuating," Phillipa replied innocently, her hips automatically shifting against his when they rolled. "Because when you first stated your request, you specifically said you weren't insinuating anything about me specifically, but now you certainly seem to be."
She leaned down over him and caught his tongue with her teeth, letting it go with a smirk. "Well I didn't, now did I?"
“Just clarifying.” Viktor said with a chuckle, muttering something in Bulgarian that dimmed the lights in the room, “Now, if I were you I would rest a bit because I am far from done….” He closed his eyes a bit and went back over the events of the evening in his mind.
Business arrangement started - done. New arrangement started - done. Press obligations - done. Over all he felt like it had been a very productive day. And now he was going to rest up a bit before he explored his new companion a bit more.