Title: No Regrets

Rating: R/ NC-17

Prompt Set: 50.1

Prompt: 30. Regret

Summary: When Viktor moved to England with Hermione, he gave up the life he knew as his own, now, Hermione's feeling a bit selfish for wanting Viktor to move to England.

"How was the meeting," Hermione inquired as Viktor hooked his arms around her waist and rested his head on her shoulder as she stood at the kitchen sink washing the dishes.

"Vas horrible. New manager is hopeless," Viktor complained, pulling Hermione's hair aside to nuzzle her neck. He placed soft kisses in a trail.

"He can't be that bad," Hermione said hopefully, trying to inspire some glimmer of a compliment about Viktor's new team management.

"He say, Viktor vhat you think about haffing team action figures," Viktor recalled, "I say, not think about action figures. My job is catch snitch, so I catch snitch."

Hermione turned around, chuckling at how non-business like Viktor was, "He's just trying to do his job," Hermione comforted, pulling Viktor close and laying her head on his chest.

"Yes, but toy advisor not in job description," Viktor countered, "my job is catch snitch and be husband to beautiful voman."

"Why I think she's a lucky woman, your wife."

"I am lucky husband," Viktor kissed Hermione deeply, his hands tangling in her hair. Hermione instinctively wrapped her hands around his neck, pulling his six foot two inch frame closer to her. His hands left her hair but only to pick her up and sit Hermione on the closes grant counter top.

"Viktor," Hermione spoke breathlessly as he lifted her shirt over her head, "we can't do this in the kitchen."

Viktor looked up from kissing Hermione's neck and shoulders, "is our kitchen. Can make loff in kitchen if ve vant," he continued his administrations.

"Viktor," Hermione again protested.

"Fine," Viktor picked Hermione up and carried her to the living room, "is okay," Viktor didn't wait for a response as he knew Hermione would again object to their location. He reach behind Hermione and undid the clasp of her bra. Viktor slid the dark blue lace material off her shoulders and down her arms. He tossed the bra over the back of the couch, as he admired Hermione's erect nipples as they adapted to the cooler environment of the living room. Viktor ran his hands around the soft curves of Hermione's breast, taking one of the lucious globes in his mouth and licking his way around the outer side, placing soft bites on his way, while the other was kneaded in his hand.

Hermione moaned and squirmed under Viktor's assault, reaching for the maroon tie around Viktor's neck that hung loose. Smiling at Viktor seductively, Hermione untied the knot of his tie and discarded it with her bra. Slowly, Hermione undid the buttons on Viktor's untucked white Oxford shirt, allowing it to fall open, exposing the dark batch of hair on his stomach that disappeared into the waist of his pants. It was Viktor's turn to smile as Hermione pushed the shirt aside and began kissing and biting his chest and shoulders. He let out a low growl, "not playing fair, Ms. Krum."

Hermione stopped, only long enough to reply, "all's fair in love, Viktor," her hand dropped to his crotch. She stroked his harden member through the cloth of his black dress pants. Viktor shivered. Hermione undid Viktor's belt, followed by the button on the top of his pants. Her hands worked with skill as Hermione unzipped the zipper on the pants and slid the black material to the floor. Viktor stood clad in his boxers, having removed his socks and shoes before even hugging Hermione in the kitchen.

Hermione reach her hand into the red cotton material of Viktor's boxers, taking his cock in her hand. She gave a gentle squeeze. Viktor's breath caught in his throat. He pulled Hermione into a deep kiss as she began to move her hand up and down the large shaft of Viktor's member, smearing the pre-cum that had already formed on the head.

"My loff, I vant you," Viktor said, guiding Hermione to lay down on the oversized sofa. She withdrew her hand from Viktor's boxers, but only after having pushed them to the floor, so he stood naked in front of her. Viktor's hands worked quickly to remove the simple lounge pants and cotton underwear Hermione had worn that day, leaving her most sensitive parts exposed to his gaze.

"Haff been this vet all day, my loff," Viktor questioned as his fingers slipped into her folds.

"Maybe," Hermione replied huskily, spreading her legs so Viktor could get a better angle to work at.

"I had to leaff meeting early," Viktor purred in her ear, "vanted to see you too badly to pay attention."

"I'm glad you did," Hermione moaned as Viktor added another finger into her tight cunt.

"So tight Hermione," Viktor murmured, planting kisses along her collar bone, "feel so vonderful around my fingers. But feel even better around my cock."

Viktor withdrew his fingers, helping Hermione to straddle his lap. He guided her onto his throbbing cock. She fit like a glove. Hermione slowly started to rock her hips and grind into Viktor. He gave another low grown. "You feel so vonderful, my loff. Like Heaven on Earth." Viktor grabbed Hermione's hips and began to lift her up and down on to his cock, slamming her down with a force that was sure to leave bruises on his hips. He watched as her breasts bounced around. "Are so beautiful," Viktor added, removing his hands from Hermione's hips to capture her breasts and squeeze them as Hermione continued to impale herself on Viktor's large member.

"Viktor, I'm almost there," Hermione panted, pushing even harder on Viktor's cock. With a swift motion, Viktor had Hermione on her back, allowing himself a better angle to pound into her awaiting core. Viktor reach his hand down to their union, finding her clit. He pulled on the swollen bundle of nerves, and then rubbed his palm against the tissue roughly. Viktor felt his cock give a twitch and Hermione's muscles begin to tighten. He pumped even harder into Hermione.

"Viktor," Hermione moans echoed, as Viktor gave a few final thrust and emptied his load into her. Both felt their juices mix together as they kissed each other.

"I loff you," Viktor assured Hermione as he pulled his limp cock out of her.

"I love you too," Hermione responded, a bit unlike herself.

"Vhat is vrong, my loff? Haff I upset you," Viktor's mood changed from sex-crazed lover to concerned husband in a second.

"Do you regret moving to England," Hermione questioned, "I mean, you left all of your friends and family, and," Hermione began to cry softly, "I just was thinking about it today and I feel so selfish."

Viktor pulled Hermione close to his chest, "No, my loff. I haff no regrets about move. If make you happy, vould give up quidditch for good," he pulled a blanket off of the back of the couch and covered their naked bodies, "now ve nap, my loff."

Hermione gave a small laugh, snuggling into Viktor's embrace, "I love you."

"I loff you too."