Emlyn’s small, delicate hands against his bare chest felt as if they’d been charged with electricity. Just the soft way that her fingers smoothed over him was adding so much to his already pretty heightened state of arousal. Viktor shifted his weight a little, his legs moving apart further in response to the uncomfortable press of his jeans. Everything about her was perfect, and his breath caught against her neck as her hips moved a little against him. Oh Merlin. He swore very softly under his breath at her soft, breathless whisper, a sharp, heated spike of arousal jolting through him. He couldn’t deny her anything. Viktor’s lips and tongue moving slowly up the side of her neck, while his hands slid slowly up her thighs, gently pushing her dress up as they went.

His stomach muscles contracted a little as her hand slid lower, and he made a soft appreciative noise against her skin. Viktor knew that what they were doing was brand new for Emlyn, completely out of her realm of experience. And he forced himself to remember it, to keep it mind. He wanted to be very, very gentle. To make her feel loved and adored. His thumbs slid higher up the inside of her thighs, soft and teasing. He lifted his lips away from her neck to press a kiss just under her ear. Viktor kissed along her jaw, his hands sliding up even further against her thighs. His thumb brushed against the edge of her underwear, just soft and teasing. He was going slow, careful, giving her a chance to adjust.

Feeling the edge of his jeans against her fingertips, Emlyn's hands began to slide back up over his stomach as Viktor's hands moved further along her inner thighs, causing her breath to catch as nervous anticipation flooded through her. She wasn't sure what Viktor was going to do, but it was pretty clear he was aiming for something. Her hands slid quickly up over his shoulders and she wrapped her arms around Viktor's neck, holding on as she felt his hands moving up even higher until his thumb brushed over her underwear. Emlyn gasped at the intimacy of the touch, of what it was hinting at, and how her entire body seemed to react to it. "Viktor," she breathed, unsure, but not moving away either. It felt good. Better than that, it felt amazing, but there was an accompanying jolt of vulnerability that came with it.

One of his hands moved away from her thigh, sliding around her waist and holding her to him. He could feel the way her body was almost vibrating with tension against him, and he knew that just the soft, teasing touch of his thumb against her underwear was affecting her very strongly. He held her tight, supporting her with his arm, his mouth pressing very soft, light kisses against her jaw. His thumb stopped it’s journey, just very gently and teasingly brushing against the fabric of her underwear, not stopping but pausing a little to let her breathe.

“I’ve got you,” he murmured quietly against her ear, reassuring her with words and touch that he was going to take care of her. He didn’t want to push her into something she wasn’t ready for, but he did want her to trust him, to let him show her something wonderful.

That pause was well-timed and necessary. Emlyn held onto Viktor tightly, glad of the moment to catch her breath and get used to the intimacy of someone touching her underwear, a touch she could feel beneath it and right through her. The sensations flooding through her were so intense that all she could do was hold onto him and react to it. It was too much for her to think about reciprocating, not yet. Eventually she would, but for now, all she could do was feel. His hand was warm on her thigh, his thumb sending a steady stream of riotous pleasure through her combined with the nervous fluttering that she'd thought she was past.

His murmur in her ear touched her and she pressed a kiss to his jaw, murmuring, "I know." Another kiss and then, "It feels good." There was uncertainty to her voice, but she wasn't withdrawing. It was just so new to her that she was going to be uncertain until she'd experienced it all.

Viktor’s arm tightened a little around her, holding her against him even closer at her words, his mouth moving to kiss her gently, just a soft, careful press of his lips to hers. She was already on sensory overload, and he wanted her to just feel. His thumb stroked closer to the center, away from the edge of her underwear, still over the top of the fabric, until he found her clit. Her reaction was already so strong, he wanted to take this slowly, ease her along. Viktor let out a shaky breath, nearly as affected by the fact that he was touching her as she was by him doing it. He rubbed his thumb against her, a gentle tease of pressure. Careful, gentle, patient... those were the words Viktor wanted in his mind in this moment. He wanted her to feel as perfectly, overwhelmingly wonderful as he could make this first feel for her.

His mouth pressed lightly against her jaw, up under her ear, over and over again.

Emlyn was tense with anticipation as his thumb began to move. She didn't have any idea of what was about to happen, because while she could feel where he was headed, she had no experience with any sort of touch there. She had never even touched herself there, and it wasn't until his thumb rubbed against her and she felt a sudden jolt of pleasure that she even knew why he was going there. Gasping at the intensity of it, Emlyn's reaction was instinctive, her legs spreading a little wider, her hips pressing closer to him, seeking more of that pleasure. He drew a soft moan out of her as his thumb teased her through the fabric of her panties, the uncertainty of it all only serving to heighten her awareness of him.

One hand was curled around the back of his head, her fingers in his hair as she held onto him, wanting to stay as close as possible while he led her through this new and exhilarating experience. It really did feel incredible, and she couldn't imagine what it would be like to be naked with him. This was enough right here, fully dressed and he was drawing such strong reactions out of her already.

Her reaction was expressive, and Viktor had to catch his breath at the feel of her pressing her hips toward his hand, at the way she gasped. She was so sensitive, and such a light touch was provoking such a strong reaction. Viktor could just imagine touching her without the barrier of her underwear, and with more than his just his fingers. His eyes darkened, his breathing quickening a little at the mental picture, bolstered by the way her body was reacting to him. This moment was so intimate, so special, and Viktor’s hand slid up her ribs and across to the middle of her back, his hand stroking slow, soothing patterns against the fabric of her dress. The moan that slipped out of her as he touched her was so soft, and Viktor wanted to hear again.

He leaned forward, kissing her neck lightly, turning his face into her as her fingers wove through his hair. He was never going to forget this. Ever. Adding more pressure and slowly picking up a little speed, Viktor stroked his thumb against her, wanting to draw out another soft moan, wanting to introduce her to something that he fully intended to give her a very thorough education on later.

Emlyn's breathing grew ragged as the pressure and speed of his thumb increased. She was so aroused that she could feel an ache between her legs, one which Viktor was only making worse. She moaned again, a little louder and a little longer this time, breathy and desperate, ending with a whimper as she rubbed up against his hand, unable to help herself. She had never felt anything like this in her life and it was slowly breaking her apart. Her arms were tight around his neck, her head bowing to press her forehead to her arm as she surrendered to what he was doing. "V-Viktor," she whimpered, her breathing shallow and quick as he continued to drive her crazy with pleasure. Her brain seemed to have switched off, incapable of doing anything but reacting to the way he was touching her, which was so intimate, so special, and so maddening.

Viktor was in awe, a mix of deep protectiveness and tender love filling him as he felt her body react to him, felt her experience pleasure like this for the first time. That he was the one who got to introduce her to it, who got to show her something so special, was a fact that he was never going to take for granted or forget. If anything, it made what he felt for her intensify. He never wanted her to experience it with anyone else. Ever. Never wanted anyone else to see what he was seeing, hear what he was hearing. He wanted to be the only one that explored this with her, that taught her. The way she rubbed herself against his hand, her moans and whimpers as he pushed her slowly to the edge, was making it hard for Viktor to breathe. He was so hard that it was almost painful, but he didn’t care. This was about Emlyn. This wasn’t about him.

Hearing his name from her lips, in that tone, while she clung to him like he was her life support, made him groan softly into her neck, the arm he had around her waist tightening. He couldn’t stop his hips from rocking subtly up against her, but he controlled it as much as he could, letting his thumb continue to apply focused, gradually more rapid pressure, swirling in gentle circles against her, pushing her to her breaking point. He wanted to see and feel her as she came apart.

Emlyn didn't know how much more of this she could take. As the pressure intensified, Emlyn found herself whimpering almost continually. The pleasure that was flooding through her was more powerful than anything else she'd ever felt before, but she could feel that it wasn't enough, that she needed more, even if she had no idea why. She could feel that it was building towards something, knew that she was chasing after something, she just didn't know what it was. "Viktor," she moaned, her head turning to press her lips to his neck, then broke away to draw in a shaky breath. Her thighs were beginning to tremble from the intensity of it, from being taut and on edge for so long, and she felt so hot all over.

"Please, Viktor," she whimpered, her body feeling suddenly so much tighter, so close to whatever it was they were heading for and she rubbed up against his hand harder now, crying out as she was suddenly overwhelmed with a rush of the most intense pleasure she had ever felt in her life, collapsing against him with a deep shudder running through her body. She was panting as she held onto him, her climax taking her by surprise and overwhelming her. Clinging to Viktor, she could feel the waves of pleasure washing over her, leaving her trembling against him.

It was beautiful. Perfect. Amazing. Viktor wasn’t sure he had enough words for seeing and feeling Emlyn experience an orgasm for the first time, or for the feeling of knowing that he’d been the one to cause it. Hearing his name from her lips, the soft whimpers, the way she clung to him... it was making it very difficult for Viktor to hold still. But he wanted to revel in the moment, and he held her close, cuddling her gently as she panted and trembled against him. He slowly removed his thumb from her underwear, stroking her thigh very softly before he wrapped his arms around her, one of his hands moving up to brush through her hair. He kissed her face, soft and light: her eyelids, her nose, her lips, her chin.

He tried to ignore the feeling of serious discomfort that the press of his jeans was causing. Viktor was so hard that it was almost painful, and as she settled against him, he winced and let out a quiet noise that was almost a groan. How the hell was he going to deal with that? Five feet. Five feet.

Emlyn felt an indolence wash over her as she rested against Viktor's chest, enjoying the soft kisses he was laying on her face. She drew back far enough to smile at him, a light in her eyes that hadn't been there before, and she had never felt as relaxed as she did right now. Her entire body felt heavier than before, the warm glow of pleasure still upon her. She had never felt anything quite like that, and could understand now the appeal.

Her smile, however, was washed away by concern when she heard that noise from him, a noise she suspected came from pain, though she wasn't sure of the cause. He had been injured over the weekend, and he was still recovering from earlier injuries, and she was worried that somehow she had exacerbated it. "Are you alright?" she asked, her hands sliding down to rest on his chest as she studied him.

If Viktor hadn’t been so uncomfortable and preoccupied with the very tight press of his jeans, he would have been enjoying the glow on Emlyn’s face more. She looked beautiful and satisfied and perfect, and he wanted to remember that look. He smiled at her, his eyes warm, until he winced a little as she sat back and upright. What was he going to do? The idea of taking care of it himself, with her standing on the other side of the door listening was not exactly appealing. Her concerned question and how worried she looked made him smile slightly. Well, this was going to be a little awkward. But they’d handled awkward so far.

“I’m a little uncomfortable,” he answered her honestly, his voice quiet and gentle.‘A little’ was an understatement. He shifted his weight a little, trying to remove some of the pressure, in the process bringing his erection into contact with Em. His eyes met hers. “Doing that to you affects me too,” Viktor added with one small smile.

Emlyn's eyes widened when she felt him pressing up against her, feeling exactly what she'd felt this morning only this time it wasn't pressing into her hip! "Oh," she said, a bit surprised at first, but then... then the wonder of it occurred to her and she smiled, a shy little smile as she realised that touching her had given him such a strong reaction. Then she hesitated, uncertain again. It was like there was a great big black chasm in her mind where this knowledge should be, but it was missing right now. A tiny part had been lit up with what they had just experienced together, but the vast majority was still blank. And it was this unknown factor that had her feeling uncertain. She simply didn't know what to do.

There was only one thing to do, and that was to be as open and honest with him as he was being with her. "What do you want me to do?" she asked, her hands lightly rubbing his chest as she watched him, uncertain, yes, but wanting to please.

That smile on her face, shy and a little bit pleased almost, made Viktor’s eyes crinkle at the corners as he smiled back. How could you help smiling back at that expression? He waited as she thought through that for a moment, his hands stroking slowly and soothingly up and down her back, trying to keep still so that he didn’t aggravate the situation. At her sweet, uncertain question, Viktor’s breath caught a little. Her willingness to let him show her, her trust in him, was something he treasured. His eyes were warm and heated, and he moved one of his hands to rest it over hers on his chest, his fingers threading through hers and his thumb stroking against the back of her hand.

Leaning up a little, he kissed her gently. “I’ll show you,” he murmured against her lips, his voice gentle and reassuring. Sliding their hands down his chest to the catch of his jeans, Viktor let out a soft noise as her palm brushed against his erection. He helped her unzip his jeans, letting out a quiet hiss of relief at the release of pressure. He guided their hands over his cock, his head tipping back against the couch at the feel.

Nerves far greater than she'd felt up until this point assailed Emlyn when he said he was going to show her. She wanted to know. She wanted to learn everything she could about pleasing him and making him feel as good as he'd just made her feel, but she was scared too, of just what that meant. With their hands linked together, Emlyn watched as they moved down lower, to his jeans. She quickly realised they needed to unzip his jeans and she swallowed hard, her mouth suddenly dry as she looked down at him. She barely had time to react before their hands were touching him.

Emlyn's startled gaze leapt up to meet his, surprised by the heat and how hard he was. Her fingers curled around the shaft, and she looked back down to make sure she wasn't going to hurt him. Their hands moved up along his length and then back down again, and she quickly caught on when she saw his reaction to the friction. From that moment on, as their hands moved together, her eyes were locked on his face, watching in stunned awe at the expression on his face.

Viktor’s mind was a steady stream of Bulgarian curses, and his lips parted, a soft, quiet groan slipping out of him as he guided her small hand over him. “Emlyn,” just her name, in his rough, quiet and reverent tone of voice. His body was tense, muscles tight, his breathing quick and rough. The hand he had on her back dropped down to her thigh, his hand wrapping around it. His mind was so fogged up with pleasure that he was having a hard time doing anything more than reacting in the moment. He’d been hard for so long that he knew it was going to be fast, and his head tipped back against the couch, the movement of his hand growing sloppy as he very rapidly reached the breaking point. This was Emlyn, Emlyn that he was sharing this with, and that alone added a deep, rich, full edge to his arousal.

His body arched a little, a rough noise coming out of him as he came, and came hard, eyes wide and dark.

Emlyn continued as long as Viktor's hand moved with hers, her fingers wrapped around him, feeling every ridge of him, and watching every gasp he took. He was so beautiful, she thought reverently, thrilled that she was contributing to what was making him look this way, overcome with pleasure. She could feel how hard he was, which was amazing to her, that this was his physical reaction to her. And then, quite suddenly from Emlyn's point of view, he arched, made one of the sexiest noises she had ever heard, and then her eyes widened as all of this... stuff spurted out of him and over their joined hands. Quite disconcerted, she looked down at it, then back up at him, but soon figured out that that was what was supposed to happen, given the look on his face.

She didn't let go until he did, watching carefully, and then, impulsively, she leaned in and kissed him gently. She didn't have words for what had just happened, but she knew it was important, and special, and she was so glad it had been with him, the man that she couldn't imagine ever being without now.

Muscles lax and a little shaky, his chest lifting as he slowly caught his breath, Viktor leaned into the gentle kiss with a fervency that made it something a little more: wordless and tender and deeply appreciative. He pulled back slowly, a small smile on his face, the picture of relaxed and satisfied. Viktor murmured a quiet spell, cleaning both of them up, and then wrapped his arms around her waist. He tugged her gently up against him, holding her close. He kissed her again, his lips pressing gently to hers, and then against her cheek and her jaw, soft and light. He never wanted to let her go. Never wanted to share what they had just shared with anyone else. Viktor felt a deep sense of protective pride and satisfaction at having been the one to introduce Emlyn to what sex could be, to pleasure. And it was only the beginning, only a crack in a door that he intended to throw wide.

He cuddled her close, relaxed back into the couch, quiet and sated. Words didn’t seem necessary just yet.

Emlyn was just wondering what she was going to do about the sticky mess on her fingers when Viktor's quiet spell removed the problem entirely. Pleased, she cuddled into him, her arms lifting to encircle his neck as she relaxed against him, glad to be able to sink into the pleasurable weariness she felt now. With her head resting on his shoulder, the silence between them was comfortable and warm. Emlyn let out a contented sigh, quite satisfied as she lay against him, glad they hadn't decided to go out today. There was no one Emlyn trusted more than Viktor now, and especially with something like this. She knew that he would take care of her, and he would be gentle with her, and so understanding of her uncertainty and inexperience.

As these thoughts filtered through Emlyn's tired mind, still filled with the wonder and glow of such an experience, three words came out on a soft sigh, so quietly that if they hadn't been sitting in silence, Viktor might have missed them. "I love you."

Those three words, said so softly, meant more to Viktor than just about anything. The leap that his heart made shook him right down to his core, and he swallowed roughly, his face lit incandescently with a joy that he couldn’t contain and didn’t want to. His arms tightened around her, wrapping her up and holding her close, his lips pressed to her hair and her forehead, and on down across every inch of exposed skin on her face with a tenderness that was deep and emotional and fervent. “I love you mila sŭrtseto” His voice was quiet and low, a little rough with the intensity of the emotion he felt in that moment.

His reaction was wonderful, and Emlyn smiled as he pressed kisses over her face, feeling more loved and protected and cared for than she could ever remember feeling. It meant everything to her, and was something she would protect fiercely if ever anyone dared to threaten it. His return of the sentiment made her smile warmer, but the last words she wasn't certain of, which meant they must be Bulgarian. "What does that mean?" she asked curiously, deciding then and there that she wanted to learn his language. Her hand moved to cup his cheek, stroking gently as she gazed at him, adoring him.

Viktor smiled, reaching up with one hand to stroke his fingers through Emlyn’s hair, his thumb rubbing gently against her cheekbone. He loved touching her, showing her with every part of himself what she meant to him. Viktor’s smile was bright, happy, and lit up his entire face. It wasn’t a feeling he was used to, and he never wanted to forget it or take it for granted. The open emotion in his face, the lack of guard there, wasn’t something he was used to showing. Viktor wasn’t sure that he’d ever felt so fully at home as he felt in that minute, as if home had stopped being a place and had become a person: Emlyn.

His eyes twinkled with subtle humor at her question, his lips curving just a little into a small smile. “Mila sŭrtseto?” His smile grew warmer. “It means darling heart in Bulgarian.” He leaned into her hand, turning his head and kissing her palm with a smile.

Emlyn's smile grew as he explained what the words meant and she realised it was a name for her. "I like that," she admitted, and couldn't seem to stop smiling as he kissed her palm. "Will you teach me Bulgarian?" She wanted to be able to communicate with him in his own language, but mostly with his family. They had German in common, but it was important to Emlyn to be able to speak their native language, especially if she and Viktor were going to be together like this, and she would be a part of his family. It seemed presumptuous to think that, but she couldn't imagine not being with him anymore, she couldn't imagine not being a part of his family, not after meeting his mother and getting along so well with her.

Thinking about his mother, and his family, reminded her of the family holiday coming up, one which she had spent with the Malfoy's in recent years, but if they were still joined by this spell, then that wasn't going to work. Emlyn was wary of Lucius' feelings towards Viktor and especially of his reaction to this fledgling new relationship that Emlyn was so protective of, yet so afraid that he was going to be angry about it. "What if we're still stuck like this at Christmas? When are you supposed to go back to Bulgaria?"

And then there was the World Cup, which didn't bear thinking about.

Viktor’s smile widened against her palm, and he pressed another quick, soft kiss to it. Her interest in learning his language had a lot of meaning for him, meaning he wasn’t going to dismiss quickly. It meant that she wasn’t going anywhere, just like he wasn’t. It meant that she was invested, that she really and truly did love him. Viktor got a quiet thrill like the moment when he first spotted the snitch at just thinking those words to himself. She loved him. His lips curved up, his smile broadening. “Of course,” he said, his whole expression quietly pleased. “Az te obicham..” His eyes twinkled playfully. “That will be a good place to start.”

He relaxed into the couch with a boneless laziness, his hand stroking her hair. At her question he smiled slightly. “I had planned to leave next week.” The idea of her coming with him, of her meeting the rest of his family, and being part of everything with them made Viktor smile. He wanted that for her. “My family will want you to come,” his voice was warm and sure. Especially Sofia. But by now, he was sure that the girls had at least heard something about Emlyn, and were probably dying to interrogate him about her. Being presented with the actual person would just about shock them. His smile was a little amused at the thought.

Emlyn was glad she'd asked when she saw the look on Viktor's face. It meant a lot to him, clearly, and so she carefully repeated the phrase he said to her, "Az te obicham." Then she said it again, to make sure she had the pronunciation correct. "What did I just say?" she asked, the playful twinkle in his eye had her wondering just what it was he'd had her say. She had a feeling she knew, but she wanted to confirm it before she said it another time (silently repeating it over and over in her head to make sure she remembered it).

Emlyn was definitely feeling weary, despite the fact that it was only mid-morning. Shifting off him, she turned to sit beside him, stretching her legs out as they had begun to protest the way she had been sitting on him for so long and in the process realised she should pull her dress down to a more respectable length. She didn't want to move far from him, and leaned into him as she relaxed beside him. "We might not be stuck together by next week," she commented lightly, glancing up at him. Strangely enough, she wasn't sure how she felt about that now. It would definitely make life easier, and would give her back her privacy, but she quite liked having this excuse to be with him all the time. She never got the chance to be with someone as much as she had been with Viktor in the last twenty-four hours. She was almost always alone, except when she was at work. It was lovely to hear that his family would like her to come, but in an instant her concern had flipped. She was no longer afraid that she'd have to go or mess up his holiday plans, but that she wouldn't have to go with him.

Hearing Emlyn say it in his native language was a little bit of a thrill, and Viktor’s eyes sparked playfully at her, his smile turning brighter and warmer. At her question, he tilted his head a little and chuckled softly. “You said I love you.” He leaned up and kissed her gently. He was planning on saying that particular phrase to her often, and in all three of the languages that he was fluent in. And he was looking forward to teaching Em Bulgarian, to being able to communicate freely without putting all of his words through the extra language processor in his brain.

He let her move off of him, waiting until she was comfortable next to him before he wrapped an arm around her shoulders and tucked her close to his side. He reached down with his other hand and got himself zipped up and presentable. He was pleasantly weary, and he rested his head back against the couch, his hand stroking up and down her arm slowly and comfortingly. “No, we might not,” Viktor agreed quietly, turning to glance down at her. And strangely, he wasn’t looking forward to the spell ending. “I would want you to come anyways,” he added softly, his eyes warm and his smile gentle.

Emlyn's smile softened when he confirmed what she'd thought the phrase meant. "Az te obicham." she said again, this time with more meaning in her tone, the syllables strange on her tongue, but it wouldn't be long before the phrase became second nature, she was sure. Particularly when she realised that no one at work was likely to know what it meant, making it their own private way to share their feelings regardless of who was around.

Cuddling into his side until she was comfortable, half turned towards him, her hand was resting lightly on his chest, her head against his shoulder. Looking up at him as he spoke, her expression was surprised. "Really?" She had thought... She didn't know what she thought. This entire thing was so new to her, but she wanted to know his family, she wanted to meet the sisters she'd heard so much about and to know his father, who she imagined to be an older version of Viktor. Emlyn didn't know anything about how fast or slow relationships were supposed to go, but she did know that she didn't want to have to tell Lucius that she wasn't going to the Malfoy's for Christmas because she was going to Bulgaria with Viktor Krum.

Viktor’s smile was warm and he leaned down to kiss her softly at her words. "Az te obicham." he murmured against her lips. He would never get tired of hearing her say it, or saying it back himself. He didn’t want to leave this isolated world they’d created together in the last two days, and he was reluctant to even think about emerging, because it meant people and opinions and things he would rather not waste his time on. It meant sharing Em, which he wasn’t eager to do. He stroked her arm slowly, his expression thoughtful. The reminder of Christmas and family was jolting him a little. But he wanted Emlyn to be part of his family, to meet them and know them, and share something special with them.

Her surprised question made him tilt his head down to look at her, his smile small and subtle. “Yes, really,” he didn’t care if that fit the standards of normal romantic relationship progression. Those standards didn’t seem to fit or apply when it came to Emlyn. He had no intentions of ever loving, kissing, touching anyone else. And there was no one else he wanted to introduce to his family. She was it. In every sense of the phrase. He bent down and kissed her forehead softly. The pleasant weariness that was settling into him was making him sleepy, and as he pulled back he yawned quietly.

Emlyn had yet to properly consider what leaving this cottage would actually mean for them. It was so easy here to get caught up in their own little world, a world in which Emlyn felt safe and secure and loved. She did want to meet his family though, and she wanted to see Bulgaria, and to know where Viktor had grown up, what his life had been like, what he had left behind to come to Wales. His life had been so vastly different to hers, and she wanted a taste of his. Regardless of whether he wanted her to come with him or not, she did privately hope that she had no choice, that the spell ensured that she had to go with him, because there was no way she would make him stay here with her, not when he had an actual family that he hadn't seen in months and she had no one. Of course she had Lucius and she had Anna, but they had their own families and their own lives. They wouldn't even notice she was missing.

"I'd like that," she replied quietly, her eyes beginning to close as she leaned against him. It was becoming more and more difficult to hold them open, which was ridiculous really, given what time it was, but she attributed it to the restless night last night. "I'm so tired," she commented softly, pressing a light kiss to his chest.

“Good,” he smiled warmly down at her. Viktor sighed as her lips touched his skin, leaning down to kiss the top of her head. Deciding that falling asleep sitting up was not the most comfortable thing in the world, he lifted her up and stretched out on the couch, resting his head back against the armrest. He pulled her down on top of him and kissed the top of her head. “Lets rest then,” he murmured quietly and tiredly. A nap sounded like a good idea to him, and it had been awhile since he had felt so relaxed or even wanted to sleep during the day.

His eyes fell shut, his arms wrapped around her, and he let out one quiet, deeply contented sigh as he started to drift off.

They slept on the couch together for a couple of hours, comfortably entwined, and after they awoke and ate lunch, they had settled back on the couch together to read their respective books, enjoying the quiet time together. The day had passed peacefully, with the only reminder of the spell that bound them together appearing when one of them needed to use the bathroom, and Emlyn continued to insist on the other one staying outside the door. No matter what they had shared or would share in the future, Emlyn didn't feel comfortable sharing something so personal with anyone at all.

Eventually the day wound down and they returned hand in hand to the bedroom to get ready for the night. Emlyn wasn't quite as nervous as she had been the night before, but there was still a flutter in her stomach as they entered the room. Her nightdress was draped across her bag where she had left it that morning, but she didn't start getting undressed yet. Turning to Viktor, she hoped he wouldn't think it strange when she asked him to turn his back. "Would you mind?" she asked hope mixing with vulnerability. It might seem strange after what he had done to her that morning, but he had yet to see her naked, and she didn't want the first time to be him watching her get changed like this. It just didn't seem right.

Days like the one they’d just had were something that Viktor could easily get used to. Relaxed, intimate, personal, peaceful and restful, he found himself hoping for many more days like it that he could just share with Emlyn, reluctant to resurface and find the rest of the world waiting for him. The spell seemed almost second nature now, both of them settling easily into its limitations. Viktor almost forgot about it, until a bathroom run was in order, and then he was reminded with a little bit of humor. He loved how private and proper Em was, and he made sure that he never mocked her, teased her, or did anything other than encourage her.

Once in the bedroom again Viktor let go of her hand, but waited to start undressing when she paused. At her request, he smiled gently. “No,” he didn’t mind at all. There was time for the rest of it. He turned his back on her and stripped out of his shirt and jeans. For her comfort, he tugged on a pair of pajama bottoms. Part of him was a little tense, anticipating what this was going to be like now that they’d crossed a couple of physical lines together, and now that they were completely on the same page emotionally. Once he was done, he waited quietly for her, keeping his back turned.

Emlyn smiled when he agreed to turn around, allowing her some privacy to get changed. One day that would change and there would be no need to, but not yet. It took her longer to change, given that she was wearing far more clothing than he was, but eventually she was clad only in her nightdress and panties, and was taking off her jewellery to place on the dresser beside him. She wasn't the shy little thing that had tentatively climbed into bed with him last night, but nor was she entirely confident either. Glancing up at him as her necklace joined her earrings on the dresser, she smiled at him. There was still something so thrilling about all of the things they'd said to each other in the last two days, to know that he loved her and she loved him, to have kissed and touched and experienced such incredible pleasure together. It sometimes seemed like a dream, except it was really happening.

"At least tomorrow morning shouldn't be quite as shocking as this morning was," she said with gentle humour as she stepped closer to him, her fingers finding his as they so often did when they were standing close to each other like this. It happened naturally now, without Emlyn thinking about it at all.

Viktor glanced over his shoulder when she was done, watching her remove her jewelry, his eyes warm and his lips lifted in a small, perpetual smile. He wanted to watch her do that every night. Viktor’s smile widened a little. Mamata was going to give him an ‘I told you so’ look. It never failed, his Mamata was always right. A fact she teased him with frequently. And in this case, Viktor was happy to admit to it. More than happy. The deep, joyful, peaceful feeling he felt was something he’d never experienced before in his life, and he wanted to hold onto it with both hands.

He chuckled quietly at her comment, his fingers tangling with hers, and his eyes lit with subtle amusement. “Lets hope not,” Viktor tugged her in a little closer to him, wrapping his arms around her waist, his hands sliding along the smooth fabric of her nightgown, one of them resting on the small of her back and the other sliding up a little higher. Bending down, he kissed her, slow and sweet at first, letting it become a little bit deeper and more heated.

Emlyn moved easily into his arms, having hoped that he might kiss her again like this. It was quite different now, and she found she was very aware of how little fabric there was between them this time. Her hands came to rest on his sides, then slid slowly around his back as the kiss lost that initial sweetness and began to heat up. She loved the feel of his bare back beneath her palms, loving the strength of him now that she knew it would be used to protect her, not harm her. Her hands never strayed below the waistband of his pyjama pants, but they did roam all over his back, gentle pressure that was quite different to anything he would have felt from her professionally.

Pressing up against him, she made a soft noise in his mouth, feeling the heat of that kiss as well as the firmness of his chest pressed up against her breasts. It all felt so wonderful, and she had no idea how she was supposed to go back to her normal life after this.

She was so much bolder than she had been, and Viktor loved the way she was exploring his back with her hands. His own hands tightened a little around her, pulling her closer and sliding the fabric of her nightgown up a little. She fit in his arms, their bodies pressed together. Being able to touch her, hold her like this, was still a little surreal for Viktor. He’d spent so much of the last few weeks knowing how he felt about her, knowing how he wanted to show her, and not being able to act on it. Suddenly being presented with that freedom was exhilarating. And he wanted to show her with every possible touch he could come up with how much he loved her. Their adventure that morning was just the beginning.

The kiss had shifted well away from slow and sweet, into heated and hungry and deep, and the way her body felt against his chest, the press of her breasts and the slide of the silky nightgown were wreaking havoc on his senses. Viktor’s arms tightened around her, and he lifted her up against him, letting her feet dangle as her front slid up his chest and brought their mouths onto an even level. She was so small. He couldn’t get enough of her, of the way she tasted, of the small gentle hands on his back, of the quiet noise she made as he kissed her.

He stroked the hand on her lower back down a little, just above the curve of her arse, just playfully hinting, as he pushed the kiss even further.

This time Emlyn noticed when he picked her up, feeling her feet leave the floor as she was lifted to be level with him, making it easier on his neck, she was sure. Her hand lifted to brush her fingers through his hair as the kiss intensified. This was different to their kissing on the couch while they cuddled during the afternoon. That had been light and easy and lovely but she was beginning to learn the difference. This kissing was leading somewhere, and she felt a flutter of anticipation mixed with nerves, wondering what new thing she was going to learn about this time. If it felt half as good as it had felt that morning, she had a feeling she was going to enjoy it.

"Az te obicham." she murmured against his lips. The words in Bulgarian somehow came more easily, more naturally, than they did in English, as if there was some security in saying it in another language and she didn't feel as exposed.

His hand skimmed down lower, stroking over her arse smoothly and gently, his eyes sparking with heat at hearing her say it again. Az te obicham, mila sŭrtseto." His mouth covered hers again, with a fervor and a passion that went a good bit further than anything they’d shared before. Before he just lost himself in the moment, he gave himself a quick mental shake, a reminder of who he was holding, of how precious she was and how tenderly and carefully he wanted to handle her. He softened the kiss slightly and then took a few steps, bringing both of them to the bed.

Viktor lowered her down onto it, laying her back against the covers. He moved down next to her, his hand skimming along her side, his mouth reconnecting with hers, stoking up the fire he’d started with lips and tongue.

Emlyn felt like she was drowning in passion as she clung to him, kissing him back as much as she could, trying to keep up with him but quickly becoming overwhelmed by the intensity of it. She loved hearing him say that he loved her, but that name he had for her would always hold a special place in her heart. It made her light up inside whenever he said it, and gave her a burst of warmth in her chest, reminding her that there was someone with her now who would always be there for her, loving her.

Lying back on the bed, she turned towards him as their mouths connected again, her hands curving around his neck, thumbs stroking over his cheeks as she pressed up closer to him, not wanting even an inch of space between them.

Viktor was thankful that he’d remembered to slow down, to breathe, to take his time. However far this got, he wanted it to be sweet and memorable and perfect for Em, without any regrets. And that meant slowing himself down, and making his movements: the way he touched her, the way he kissed her, slow, deep, thorough and tender. He wanted to draw her in deeper, step by step, led by his hands. He let himself just enjoy kissing her, containing his exploration to her mouth, his hand stroking slowly and teasingly up and down her side, his thumb nearly brushing up against the underside of her breast on the upward sweep. He was already aching for her, and the way their mouths moved, lips and tongues entwined, was heating him up thoroughly.

He let that be all that he did for a little bit, making a soft noise of appreciation into her mouth. When he pulled back, her face was a little roughened by his stubble and his eyes sparked with a dark heat at how swollen her lips were. His hand stroked more purposefully, his fingers teasing at the underside of her breast as he lowered his mouth to her jaw, moving his lips slowly along the line of it to just under her ear. His thumb moved up and brushed over her nipple, through the fabric, and then back, a slow, teasing motion. Viktor smiled a little and moved his mouth down her neck, sucking lightly at her collarbone, his tongue flicking teasingly against it. He wanted to remove that nightgown. Soon. But not quite yet. The silky fabric was adding an entirely new dimension of sensual feeling, and the feel of her nipple hardening under his thumb, the slide of the fabric, was making his breathing quicken.

It was Viktor's thoughtfulness that was making this so easy for Emlyn. She didn't quite realise just how much effort he was putting into this, but she could tell he was being gentle with her, careful of her, and that meant the world to her. It made her feel safe in a moment when she also felt vulnerable and unsure. Viktor's hands on her were large and warm and tantalising with the way his fingers brushed so lightly against the underside of her breast, making her want more than just teasing. She didn't know what to do, if she should be doing something more than she was, but trusted Viktor to guide her in that as he had with everything so far.

His thumb over her nipple made her gasp, the feeling unfamiliar but lovely. Her back arched slightly, her fingers sliding up into his hair as his mouth moved over her neck, breath quickening as she lay there, feeling overwhelmed by him. "Cariad," she breathed in her native Welsh, the word one she had always loved but had never had cause to say. His mouth, his hands, were definitely warming her up inside, and she never wanted him to stop touching her like this. Her leg slid along his, nightdress rising up her thigh a little as she pressed closer to him.

He wasn’t entirely sure what that word meant, but he was going to find out. When he wasn’t preoccupied. Just hearing her voice in that tone, breathy and wanting, was enough in the moment. Viktor would draw out the meaning from her later. He had the feeling he was going to enjoy Welsh quite a bit more now. His tongue flicked against her skin playfully, his thumb pressing and rubbing against her with a little more pressure. Viktor was drawing out each sensation, taking his time. His mouth lowered, moving below her collarbone, along the edge of the neckline of her nightgown, teasing her a little with his tongue. Every step he took, every move he made, was tender and deliberate, carefully pulling her along with him.

His hand slid away from her breast, his mouth hovering just above it, before lowering his mouth and sucking gently on her nipple through the soft fabric. He wanted to see her, all of her, but that could wait a little while. His hand lowered, moving lightly over her leg, sliding the hem of her nightgown up a little as he leaned into her.

With every small deliberate step Viktor took, Emlyn was following right behind him. Not once did he jump ahead further than she could handle. Each step he took was moving ahead just slightly, a tiny little step that Emlyn was able to make quite easily, with him there to lead the way, supporting her and making sure she was okay. If he had tried to whisk her nightgown off her already, she would have balked, but with his mouth moving hotly over her skin, his hand rubbing over the top of the fabric, and then his mouth...

Emlyn drew in a sharp breath when she felt Viktor's mouth on her breast, sucking her, nightgown and all. Her eyes were wide, staring up at the ceiling, fingers tightening in his hair in surprise, but oh, it felt good. So good that she barely noticed the hand on her thigh. "Viktor," she breathed, her voice catching as he teased her. Every sensation that he caused in her was completely new and thrilling, all the moreso when edged with nerves. Her back arched almost of its own volition, her eyes closing as she pressed her head back against the bed, breathing quickening.

She was with him, engaged, and Viktor wanted it to stay that way. He wanted every part of this to be something that she found pleasure in, that she enjoyed, and he was doing everything in his power to ensure that that was the case. He made a soft noise against her as her fingers tightened in his hair and she breathed out his name. He wanted to keep hearing that, over and over again. His thumb stroked soothingly against the skin on her thigh, his lips and tongue teasing and sucking on her slowly and thoroughly. He slowly slid his hand up her thigh, thumb rubbing gentle circles and patterns as he inched it upwards and slightly inwards. Every part of his mind was focused on Emlyn.

He moved a little, rolling slightly so that he was more above her and less to the side. His hand slid her nightgown up, bit by small bit, and he moved his mouth from one breast to the other, stroking and sucking on the nipple with his tongue. He wanted to be thorough after all.

How had she not known about this before? The stray thought flashed through her mind as Viktor transferred his attentions from one breast to another, but almost immediately she was glad she hadn't. She was glad that it was Viktor who was introducing her to the wonder of this intimacy. She might not have been with anyone else like this before, but she had definitely been hit on before, and she couldn't imagine any of those men being as gentle with her as Viktor was. She couldn't imagine feeling this special or this loved with anyone else.

She could feel his hand on her thigh again, similar to earlier in the day, but it was barely a consideration as the majority of her focus was consumed by what Viktor's lips and tongue were doing to her, drawing soft, breathy noises out of her. Her fingers had loosened in his hair once her shock had worn off, and one hand had slid down to rest on Viktor's back, stroking slowly, absently, clearly preoccupied.

Viktor lifted his mouth off of her slowly, and inched his body further down, kissing her stomach through the fabric. His hands had worked her nightgown up to the tops of her thighs, and his thumbs stroked teasing circles against the tender skin. He moved himself down a little further, and lifted one of her legs a little to press soft, teasing kisses against the inside of her knee. Here was where he really wanted to go slow, to give her time to adjust. He wanted to remove that nightgown, but he wanted to do it gently and carefully, inch by inch, and covering each part of her with his mouth as he went. But, that was further ahead than he was getting just yet. For now, he wanted to pause, just kissing and sucking lightly on the sensitive skin of her leg, his other hand sliding up to the top of her exposed thigh, his dark eyes on her face.

Emlyn was thoroughly distracted by Viktor's mouth, until it started moving down her body. Then her eyes opened, her breath hitching as she wondered what he was doing. A flurry of nerves sprang to life inside of her. She didn't notice the twin wet patches on her nightdress where his mouth had been, she was too highly aware of where he was right now, and wondering what came next. Her stormy gray eyes were locked on his, a subtle tension in her body now as she watched him warily. She was torn between wanting to pull him back up to her, to kiss him and return to the safety of what they had already done, and knowing that there were going to be many firsts for her now, and she couldn't run from them all.

"Viktor." Her tone was soft, cautious. There was more she could have said, but she wasn't sure where he was going with this or whether she should even say anything at all. She wanted to please him, to make him happy, and this was a part of that, wasn't it?

He could see and feel how nervous she was, and his hand stroked soothingly and comfortingly against her thigh, keeping his hands where they were and not going any higher up. His mouth just pressed soft, reassuring kisses to her skin. His eyes were soft and warm, and he smiled a little at her, just giving her a little while to adjust. “Trust me, Mila sŭrtseto?" he asked her gently, his eyes warm and a little bit playful, his smile understanding and encouraging. His hands smoothed over her legs lightly, just a careful, tender touch. His mouth lowered to kiss the inside of her leg again, just above her knee. He was willing to take as much time as she needed, however long that was.

His question gave her pause, but it was a good reminder. Regardless of the playfulness in his gaze, her face was serious as she gazed back at him. "I do," she replied, nodding slightly, which helped to calm her nerves. She was never going to lose them entirely when faced with the unknown like this, but she did trust Viktor. He would never hurt her, or do anything to harm her in any way. Emotionally as well as physically. She believed that absolutely. And in this moment, she trusted that he wouldn't do anything that she wouldn't like, that he would stop if she needed to, but she didn't want to stop yet.

"I trust you." Her words were soft, but fervent. She wasn't entirely sure what she was afraid of, but was determined to get through this and to the part where she knew it was all okay and the pleasure was outweighing the nerves.

Her soft words meant everything to him. Everything. He’d known that she trusted him, but hearing her say it again, and in this particular context, made his heart feel full. Viktor kissed her skin again in response, his eyes warm and lit up. "Az te obicham." He murmured quietly. He wanted her to feel it, not just hear it, and Viktor was thankful for his hard won self control, that he was able to take his time, to draw this out, to go at her pace and not his. It was worth it. She was worth it. His hand slid up her legs to where her nightgown was riding up at the tops of her thighs, his mouth moved slowly up her leg, gently and softly pressing kiss after kiss against her skin. He was slow and thorough, letting her breathe as he went.

By the time he’d reached the hem of her dress, he was lost in the feeling of covering every inch of exposed skin with his lips. Pausing there, his eyes moved up to her face, just sharing a moment together and letting her adjust, before he slowly start to lift the hem of her nightgown further.

Emlyn drew in a breath as Viktor's mouth began to move along her leg, soft kisses pressed to her thighs, which felt better than she would have ever thought for such a random body part. She could feel the heat rising within as he moved up her thigh, her leg shifting outwards as he kissed her inner thigh, making her tremble as he drew closer to her most intimate part. "Rwy’n dy garu di." she replied in Welsh, vaguely aware that he would have no idea what she'd said, but he would soon learn, if he couldn't already guess. He would be hearing those words again often enough to learn them.

Her hands were clutching the covers beneath her, having nothing else to do with her hands once he moved out of her reach, and her breath caught as her eyes met his and she realised just what he intended to do. Her nightgown lifted, and her stomach flipped anxiously. No one else had ever seen her like this, no one had seen this much of her before, and she was afraid. What if he didn't like what he saw? She stayed silent this time, watching him intently, but didn't stop him. She was tense. Now he could see her panties, and she was glad that she always wore good ones, throwing out any that began to look old and worn out. She could feel the coil of arousal growing stronger with the way he was looking at her... Perhaps it wasn't going to be as bad as she had been afraid of.

He had no idea what she’d said, although he was pretty sure he could guess. Viktor was intrigued, by the Welsh. He wanted to know more, to hear her say it more. He could feel how tense her body was, his eyes scanning over her face as his mouth pressed lightly against her skin. His thumbs stroked against her soothingly as he slowly lifted her dress higher, he could see the anxiety in her expression, and Viktor paused for a moment, letting his awe, admiration, and the heated reaction he felt to seeing her that way show through on his face. He inched her nightgown up to her waist, bit by bit, bypassing the most intimate parts of her, to kiss the bare skin above the waistband of her underwear. He would return there later.

Every movement, every touch of his lips to her skin was soft, gentle, tender and affectionate. He wanted her to feel worshipped, and he put every ounce of his legendary focus to the task. By the time the nightgown had reached the underside of her breasts, he had covered every inch of her skin with his lips. He had just quietly and patiently inched his way along, slow and thorough. She was beautiful. Perfect. His eyes were dark and hot as he went, pausing again for a moment to let her adjust and catch up, and to tell her in no uncertain words exactly what he thought. “You are perfect,” the fervency in his voice was deep and sincere.

Emlyn couldn't relax. The tension that had leapt into her the moment he had started kissing her leg and pushing up her nightgown wasn't abating, but she wasn't stopping him either. If she truly didn't want him to continue, she would have pushed him away by now, trusting him to stop and let her be if that was what she wanted. She didn't want to stop, but it was taking her some time to adjust to being so incredibly vulnerable in front of him. His lips on her stomach had the curious effect of making her muscles spasm in surprised delight. She had never even imagined that someone would want to kiss her there, and it felt strange but lovely too. As he moved up, her fingers slid back into his hair.

His words were very welcome. Emlyn needed to hear them, just as she needed to hear him tell her that he loved her as much as she needed to feel it. It reassured her, and it was only then, with his words, that she finally began to relax. Slowly, so slowly, the tension started to ease and she smiled at him. "Thank you," she replied, not only for the compliment, but for being so patient with her, so careful and gentle. She needed it.

Viktor’s answering smile was warm, heated, and keenly appreciative. His eyes spoke for him, so much more than words could. But he fully intended to use words and lots of them for Emlyn. He slid a hand away from her nightgown, reaching up to run his thumb gently across her lower lip. His eyes follow the trail of his thumb, before looking back up to meet her eyes. “My Mila sŭrtseto.” He murmured softly, a note of protective warmth, heated attraction, and deep, tender love in his voice. Bending down, he kissed her ribs gently, lowering his hands to keep inching her nightgown up.

His breath caught in his throat as he lifted it over her breasts, an audible and visible reaction of hunger and awe on his face. “God, you’re beautiful,” he breathed out quietly and fervently, leaning down to press one soft kiss to the underside of her breast. Before he lost himself there, Viktor lifted his mouth. “Lift your arms for me?” He asked gently, and when she did, slipped the rest of her nightgown up and off, finally having her laid out before him, nearly naked. He just took a moment to look at her, his eyes dark and hot. His hand traced the outline of one nipple, his eyes lifting to her face. “Perfect,” he murmured again.

Emlyn loved hearing him speak Bulgarian. The way his voice changed with the different sounds, how natural it sounded on his tongue. It sent a shiver through her. One day, she would love to listen to him read one of his Bulgarian books to her. Even if she didn't understand a word of it, she just wanted to snuggle close to him and close her eyes and listen to the sound of his voice. She didn't have long to think about it though, because her nightgown was lifting up even higher and Emlyn's breath caught, her eyes locked on his face as he saw her breasts. She could feel his eyes on her like a physical caress, and just the knowledge that he was looking at such private parts of her that no one had ever set eyes on before was at once thrilling and nerve-wracking. His eyes said it all though. She could tell that he liked what he was seeing, and that sent a burst of warmth through her that made her smile, especially when he uttered that word that was quickly becoming a favourite.

Her nightgown was gone now and only her underwear stood between her and pure nudity in front of him. Her breath quickened as his fingers caressed her nipple, this time with nothing standing in between them. She was hyper aware of the slide of his fingers, the puckered skin feeling different and more sensitive when it was someone else touching her. Her eyes were on his, dark gray pools of tentative longing. There were feelings inside her, a need, that she was still only beginning to understand. There was an exhilaration that was building inside of her, now that he had seen her, and so obviously liked what he saw. There was only one layer left, and it was the one that the idea of him removing and seeing her most intimate of places made her feel more exposed and vulnerable than anything else.