I am not going to be lame and stop as soon as the sex is over, because life does not work that way, so why should a story?

I fluttered my eyes open, tucked in the silk sheets with Viktor, my boyfriend, my lover, wrapped around me from behind. I turned over and looked at him, his face was slightly scrunched up like he was angry, and his mouth was lightly parted. I smiled and lifted his arm off me, and I sat up, stretching, and went to the bathroom to brush my teeth and comb my "after sex" hair.

I heard a rustle, and felt hands slide around my waist, I smiled and leaned into him.

"Good morning, my love". Viktor said, his hot morning breath tickling my neck.

"Good morning, Viktor." I said, realizing that we had sex at least 3 times last night, and that we were currently still both naked.

"Shower?" He asked me, turning around to a rather large shower, with stone walls and floor, and a waterfall shower head. There was a glass wall about ¾ the way across the shower, and stopped at an opening away from the shower head. There was a stack of black fluffy towels on a shelf, and a couple of robes, one pink and one red.

He turned on the shower as I brushed my teeth, then he stood next to me and cleaned himself up as the shower heated up.

"Is warm/hot okay?" He asked, looking back at me. I had not really had the chance to look at him from behind yet…and I was in no way left wanting. His muscles stood out on his shoulders, his legs, and his ass. His package peeking from between his thighs. Looking at this may make me ready to go again!

"Mmmhm." I reply, walking over and hugging him from behind, making sure to press as much of my body against the back of him as possible. I could hear him groan slightly, and I could feel his heart beat speeding up.

He led me in to the warm shower, the slight steam warming me up. I walked under the water and just stood there, letting the waterfall soak me, wet my hair down and rise me off. I turned around and Viktor was looking away, waiting for me to move.

"Hey." I said pouting, I wanted him to look at me naked, it made me feel slightly awkward when he was with me in such a way but was still afraid to look at me.

He turned around, and I realized why he didn't want to look at me. His cock was standing straight up. His face was beet red, and he was trying to avoid eye contact. I couldn't control myself and started laughing hard, doubling over and grasping at my stomach as the water covered my back.

"Glad you think I am so funny." He pouted, beginning to walk out of the shower.

"I'm sorry" I said, pulling him back in, "I didn't mean to laugh."

He grunted "Mmhm" and I backed him against the back of the shower. The water wasn't touching us here, but I was still dripping wet and warm. I pressed myself against him, putting my hands around his head and bringing him down for a kiss. I made sure that I was as close to him as possible.

He groaned into my kiss, and put his hands on my hips, pulling them closer to his erection. I hissed in resistance and he stopped.

"I am sorry sweetheart, I am too sore from last night. It will be at least a day before I can do it again." I pouted and walked back under the shower, not looking at him. Of course I wanted to have sex with him again, I loved him. I wanted to be with him as much as I could. Reading about these kinds of relationships was one thing, but being in one was a totally different thing.

"It is okay." Viktor said smiling, turning me around to look at him, "I will not love you any less. It is my fault you are sore, so I cannot be mad about that." He kissed my forehead hugged me.

When I had first met Viktor I didn't think anything like this would happen. I knew I liked him a lot, but I had no idea that years from then, we would be having sex in his huge house and be a couple.

Viktor backed out of the water and got soap and a wash cloth. He lathered it up. "Can I wash you?" He asked me nervously.

"Of course" I said, smiling at him. I let him touch me dry, why not let him was me off. That is a very romantic thing to do, and of course I am into romantical things. I let him wash me, he was being very gentle, making sure not to scrub too hard. I let him wash himself up as I put on my clothes.

This time I wore the pink dress. It has one sleeve, and is tight fitting. It ends just below my knee, and it has some sparkle to it. Shoes that went with this were black pumps that are a dull shine. I felt like being a little fancy today. I brushed out my hair again and let it air dry, making sure not to brush it too much or it would frizz out.

Viktor stepped out of the shower naked, muscles clearly visible under the sheen of water dripping off his body. He looked…simply…delicious. I watched him towel off and put on his own clothes.

"Would you like for me to have your things brought from the hotel here? Or would you rather stay there?" He asked me, putting on black dress pants, and a light blue dress shirt with no tie. He looked very handsome in that outfit, all fresh and clean.

"I would love it, Viktor" I replied, sitting on the edge of the already made bed.

He smiled at me, and led me out of the room for breakfast. He told me that he had dismissed all of the maids and butlers last night, and only allowed one maid to come that morning to clean up. We ended up sitting in the kitchen at the island, eating thin pancakes and thick sausage that he had prepared.

After that he said that he would like me to go back to Durmstrang while he went to a press conference and practice. I agreed and he went with me to drop me off.