Viktor Krum (skrumtious) wrote in ambiguousunwind,
Viktor Krum
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Log: A Surprise Visit {NC-17}

When: Same night as Girls Night Clubbing
Where: Viktor’s flat
Who: Hermione and Viktor
Rated: NC-17
Summary: After clubbing with Ginny, Hermione stops by Viktor's to surprise him.
Format: Narrative
Status: Complete


Hermione gripped her bag tightly and Apparated into the hallway in front of Viktor's flat. Unlocking the door, she set her things down on the side table and walked around looking for him. She smiled when she saw him sitting up in bed reading. "Evening."

***

Viktor had been so engrossed in his book that he hadn't heard the door open and close.

"Her... Hermione." Not only was he surprised to her arrive at his flat but also at what she was wearing. Were those leather pants??? He was hoping the distance between would start to go away again. He had hated it.

"You look... different," he finally said.

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"Oh, yeah. Ginny and I went dancing." She smiled and ran a hand through her hair. "Can I sit down?"

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Viktor waved his hand, indicating she should remain where she was. He got out of bed and walked up to her. Stroking his hand over her leg, he breathed in her ear.

"Are these leather pants?" He had to know.

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She nodded. "Mmhmmm. Do you... like them?"

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His hands couldn't stop touching the leather. "Yes. Very much," he said as he moved behind her. From this spot he could run his hands over her and kiss her neck. He hummed in appreciation.

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She tilted her head to the side and smiled. "I... oh. I'm glad you like them. I missed you..."

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"Missed you, too," he said, kissing along her jaw. "Am afraid it vas mostly my fault. Didn't know how to fix." Now his lips found hers and he kissed her, while his hands were leaving their place on her legs and moving upwards.

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She slid into his arms easily, not wanting to break the kiss. When he pulled away, she murmured, "It's not your fault..."

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Now that she turned, he hugged her, planting kisses on her neck, "I'm still sorry."

"You look beautiful," he said, looking at her again and again.

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She laughed softly and shook her head. "I'm wearing leather. My mother would kill me."

Looking up at him, she smiled. "I don't want you to apologise, either.."

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"Why would she kill you? You look beautiful in it."

Pulling back, he looked at her. "You mean that," he stated. Looking her over, again, a small smile formed on his lips.

"So now you are here. Did you have.... plans?" He tilted his head.

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Hermione smiled. "Of course I mean it. I wouldn't say it if I didn't."

She made little circles on his arm and looked away coyly. "I... had an idea or two.."

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"Hmmm... do you?"

Viktor chuckled. "Why don't you..... show me?"

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"Oh?" Smirking, she ruffled his hair and kissed his cheek. "I think you know exactly what I mean."

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"I may know it, but I still want you to show me," he insisted, smiling at her actions.


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She pouted. "Fine.."



Sitting down on the edge of the bed, she pulled her shoes off and dropped them quietly. "Come here, then."



***



Viktor sat down next to her on the bed and waited. "Now what?"

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Putting her hand on his chest, she pushed him backwards slowly. When he was flat on the bed, she kissed him softly and smiled.

"Now this."

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"Now this is looking good," he murmured, looking up at her. "Will there be more of now this?"

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She smiled and kissed him again, this time just a bit more forcefully. "Do you want to know why I'm here tonight?"

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"There is reason?" he asked. "Am happy you are here. Is reason important?"

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She smiled and kissed his cheek. "There's always a reason, love."

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"Will you tell me reason?" Viktor was growing warm inside. Finally they were getting back to the way things had been.

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"I wanted to surprise you." She smiled shyly and nipped his bottom lip. "Did I?"

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His breath hitched in his throat and he had to swallow. "Oh yes. Big surprise. Good one, too." He let his hands slide down her back and cupped her arse.

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She shifted slightly so that she was centred above him. "I was worried I would wake you... but since you're awake..."

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His hands gently pushed her down so that she could feel him. "Oh I am very awake now...," he mumbled with a small grin.

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She blushed and looked at him quietly, her eyes lit with something- it wasn't quite desire or need, but a mixture of the two and a good splash of love.

"Viktor..." Her voice was rough as she whispered, and it only made her blush more.

***

The look in her eyes hadn't been there before and he could only whisper "Izgora."

***

She just stared at him, the same look in her eyes pleading with him. Even if she had anything to say, her throat was too dry for any words to come out.

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Suddenly he seemed to come out of this trance they were in and fiercely pulled her to his chest, hiding his face in her hair. Having her there, close and able to smell her, he sighed.

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She looked up at him smiling and ran her fingers down his chest. Giggling softly, she whispered, "Does kitty want to play?"

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Her nails made him shudder and moan at the same time. "Am not kitty," he managed to grumble.

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"We already discussed this, love. You're my kitten and you'll like it." She smirked and tickled his ribs lightly.

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"No, you discussed. I kissed you and made you shut up," he retorted. "And if you tickle that is all that will happen."

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She smiled. "Is that so? And what's a itty bitty kitty like you going to do about it?"

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He waited and then, in one shift move, rolled them over. He pinned her wrists above her head and grumbled in her ear, "I. Am. Not. Kitty."

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She knew he would never intentionally hurt her, so she smirked and blew cold air at him. "You could be a tiger instead, if that makes you feel better. But you'll always be my little kitten."

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He shook his head. "You have been drinking, yes? Must be drink." He decided to completely ignore any remarks she made to him being any kind of cat or tiger or whatever that species was called.

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"Only one. And that was by osmosis, thanks to a distracted waiter..." She pouted playfully. "Don't you want to be my pet?"

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"Looks like was more than one, yes?" Viktor narrowed his eyes. "I am nobody's pet."

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She frowned. "No need to be upset. It's just a name. A cute name, but a name all the same."

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"Am not kitty." Viktor felt it necessary to make that point. "Don't mind nicknames. But. Am. Not. Kitty." He emphasized his point by pressing hard kisses from shoulder to shoulder.

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"Well, that's no.. ah.. fun, is it?" She smiled and rubbed her shoulder softly. "I like calling you kitty."

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"And I don't." He frowned. "Please don't do it."

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She smiled. "Of course. I had no idea it bothered you so much..."

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"Good." He bent down and took her mouth in a deep kiss; they'd been talking too long anyway.

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She let out a small gasp as he kissed her but relaxed quite easily into his arms. It was amazing how good he made her feel.

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He let go of her wrists, using his hands to stroke down her torso instead.

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She hummed in delight and wrapped her arms around his waist.

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Viktor sighed and gentled the kiss, not breaking it. For a while all he wanted, all he needed was to kiss her and hold her like that.

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She smiled. "Hi love."

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"Hmmm," he sighed and didn't know what else to say.

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She smiled brightly and pulled his face down to hers. "Won't you kiss me again..."

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"Always," he whispered before kissing her again. Shifting, he rolled over on his back and pulled her up a bit, to not lose contact with her lips.

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"Oomph..." She laughed softly and kissed his cheek, smiling.

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He smiled too. "Love you," he murmured and kissed her again. This time, though, the kiss grew more passionate with each stroke of his tongue.

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She moaned softly and anchored her hands in his hair. "Viktor..." The same look from before had come into her eyes again, and she could feel her cheeks begin to flame.

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"What do you want?" he panted.

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She flushed brighter. "Everything."

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He dived down to kiss her again and this time, his hands found her breasts and started to knead them. He soon was kissing his way down her throat while his hands were going down her back to her arse. His cock strained against his boxers and he moaned. "You feel so good."

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She shivered with delight and moaned softly. "You've no idea what you do to me, do you?"

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He looked up at her and smiled. "You could show me..."

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She groaned. "Can't you see?" Her hands clutched the bed sheets tightly as he sparked a flame within her with his fingertips.

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Viktor chuckled. "Maybe... help me see..."

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She pouted. "It's not funny!" How could he laugh about it?

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"Was not meant as funny. Am not feeling like doing all the work. Share with me."

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She smiled and bit her lip a moment before answering. "I don't know if I know how to... show you that."

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"Yes you do... ," he said as he placed small, light kisses on her breast. "I've been showing you..."

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"I don't... I don't know how to make you happy..." She frowned and sat up slowly. "I want to show you what it feels like, but I don't know how..."

***

Viktor rolled off her, and took her hand in his. Placing it on his chest, he let it roam. "I love your touch," he told her. "I love to feel your hands on me..."

***


She smiled and ran her nails up and down his chest softly. "Like that?"

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Viktor shivered. "Hmmm... is good," he said. "Go on, be a bit bolder."

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She smiled shyly and let her hands play against the edge of his boxers. Pulling on a frayed string, she let the loose fabric tickle his hipbone. "What does it feel like?"

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"Your hand on my skin is like fire. Warm and a good burning." Feeling her hand so close to his cock, he moaned and moved his hips upwards. "Please," he moaned.

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His moans made her tingle with excitement. Running her fingers up and down his chest, making sure to stop just at the dip of his abs, she grinned. "Please what?"

***

"Please... touch... me...," he panted, trying to not take over and just take her hand in his and place it where he wanted it most.

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She smiled and ran her hands slowly along his thighs, circling just outside his cock. Somehow his demanding had sparked something in her, a need to repay all the pleasure he'd given her. Bending down, she blew cold air on him before lightly, very lightly, running her fingertips along his base. "I love you... so much..." she whispered softly as she shifted so that she was kneeling between his legs.

***

All Viktor could do was pant. He fisted his hands in the bedding and silently begged her to do something.

***

Watching him go through the same reactions he regularly put her through, she smiled warmly and ran her hands up his chest, leaning over him so that their faces were barely an inch apart. "What do you want?" she whispered.

***

"You," he panted. "To hold you. To be in you."

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She was about to say yes, but something sparked in her and she shook her head. "Not yet." Sitting back, Hermione grinned at him and licked her finger before running it slowly up his cock, enjoying the sudden change in him.

***

He squeezed his eyes shot and gripped the bedding so hard he was amazed it didn't break. His hips however, jerked upwards.

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She laughed softly and tapped his breastbone. "Open your eyes, love... You can't see with them closed." Running her fingers softly over his clenched hands, she sighed. "Do you feel it now?"

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Opening his eyes, he looked at her face. "I always feel when you touch me," he said. "Always."

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She smiled. "But do you see now? How you make me feel?" Her eyes twinkled with excitement and she looked at him quietly.

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He nodded, finally understanding what she was talking about. Reaching out, he took her arms and pulled her up to him. The need to kiss her was too great.

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She hummed softly and kissed him back, all the energy she'd felt flowing into him steadily. "Now what was it that you wanted?"

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Now he narrowed his eyes. "Drink makes you tease," he decided and rolled them over. ]

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She smiled. "Maybe it's the leather."

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Viktor eyed the now discarded leather pants on the floor. "Nah. Is drink."

Once again he started to kiss her but now let the kiss grew as passionate as he was feeling. His hands travelled down and caressed her legs, while he shifted himself into position. With one slow thrust, he entered her and sighed.

***

"You know too much..." She smiled, laying her head back against the bed so she could watch him. "Do you like it when I tease you?"

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"Depends on teasing," he said. "And am busy now." Swooping down, he kissed her again.

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She laughed softly when he pulled away and licked her lip. "I'll be sure to keep you busy then..." she muttered as her lips found his again.

***

He started to move in the same rhythm as his kisses, feeling his climax build up inside him.

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Her hands gripped his back tightly, her nails digging in for support. Her whole body was tense and yet loose at the same time and she moaned softly. She couldn't get enough of him.

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Feeling he was really close, he let his hand wander down and his finger found her clit. He started to massage it, hoping to make her come soon.

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She shuddered against his touch, her own climax building steadily. It only took a few minutes before she let go and felt her body shake slightly as she came. "My god.."

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When he felt her body shudder from her climax, his followed within seconds. Mindful to not crush her, he managed to roll them over until he was on his back. Panting he lay there, arms wrapped around her. "Izgora," he panted. "Love you."

***

She smiled and lay her head on his chest, her breathing choppy and strained. "Love you too."

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It took a while before he had caught his breath and was able to properly talk. "And I love those leather pants...."
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