/ Istvan – FC Rob Evans
/ Both images borrowed from their Instagram
/ I own none of these images, all used with love and respect <3
/ Rings – enoirvado / Vegas view – Instagram sin1city / Quotes – all taken from Pinterest and none had credit for where they came from.
Istvan climbed the palace stairs two at a time, his heart thumping so hard it threatened to break free of his chest. He couldn’t predict what he would say when he saw her, what he would feel inside. He just wanted to face her now and try to bring an end to all the misery he’d gone through. Istvan opened the door to the apartment, stepping inside, scanning the room, but she wasn’t there. He moved towards the bedroom, startled by the yapping from the balcony outside, the corgis had spotted him and of course, there Viktoria was, drinking coffee outside in the sunshine… Istvan’s mouth went dry as he saw her rise, she turned and met his eyes through the glass. He recoiled slightly as he saw her drop her head down, before stepping through the French doors. She looked so pretty he thought, her fluffy sweater was so delicate against her skin. Istvan could feel a lump forming in his throat as she closed the door behind her, pushing her hair back from her face and greeting him quietly as she nervously fiddled with the hem of her sweater, her eyes taking in flitting glances of him, but afraid to fix herself on his gaze,
“Hi…”
His voice came out hoarse,
“Hi…”
He smiled stiffly at her as he crossed the distance between them, stopping a couple of steps away from her. Viktoria tilted her chin up to met his gaze, her face a mixture of fear, sadness and regret, tears forming in her eyes as she opened her mouth to speak,
“I- I missed you so much Istvan.”
His hand covered his mouth, the other defensively across his chest as he watched her – saying nothing. Viktoria wiped her eyes with the back of her hand,
“I was wrong. I don’t know what I was doing… I couldn’t think straight but I shouldn’t have run away. But it was just all too much, do you understand?”
Istvan regarded her closely, she was getting herself into a state as she spoke. He desperately wanted to scoop her into his arms an tell her none of it mattered, that they would be fine, that he wanted her more than anything, but he couldn’t do it. He had to hear exactly what she had to say for herself first, before he risked his heart being destroyed any further; he didn’t know if he could take her walking out that door again because it near killed him the first time… He smiled at her, less stiffly than before, gesturing for her to go on.
“I thought I was doing the right thing for both of us Istvan. I just couldn’t see another way. It should have gotten easier the longer we were apart but it didn’t. I’ve hated every moment of it. I love you so much and I can’t be without you Ist. I don’t even know who I am without you; nothing means anything to me without you Istvan.“
Tears were filling up in his eyes as she spoke, he hadn’t known exactly what would fall from her lips when he faced her, but she seemed as broken as he did… She reached up to touch his face and he didn’t move to stop her. He breathed in deeply, feeling his body melt into her loving touch. A sob wracked Viktoria as she whispered,
“I love you so, so much Istvan. I didn’t even know just how much. If you still want me, I’ll come back. I’ll stay. We can start a family; anything you want. Ist I don’t care what, I just can’t go through another day without you.”
Istvan looked in her wide eyes through his own tears.
“Viktoria…”
She was trembling. He reached out and pulled her into his arms, she started to sob uncontrollably, his fingers splayed against her back, pulling her in close, cradling her in his strong arms. Istvan could feel her warm body against him. His stomach fluttered as he breathed in the scent of her hair – how he’d missed the closeness… God, she felt so fragile; so small. Istvan heart felt like it was going to explode,
“Viktoria, I missed you, my beautiful, beautiful girl. You’ve no idea… I’ve hated these past weeks. I want our life back sweetheart. I want us. But Vik?”
He pulled his body away from her, his forehead leaning against her as he stared her down,
“Vik, I can’t do this again. If you don’t mean what you’re saying to me, I can’t go down this road again… I won’t.”
She bit her lip nodding,
“I understand. I do. I mean every word Istvan. I don’t ever want to be apart from you again. I couldn’t bear it…”
With that confirmation, Istvan felt his eyes close and his heart miss a beat. He stroked her cheek, her tear-stained skin so soft beneath his thick fingers. He felt Viktoria’s breath catch and a soft sigh leave her lips at his caress. He ran his thumb across her bottom lip as she molded to his touch, snatching the opportunity to kiss his thumb as it moved. He stopped, opening his eyes to look at her before tilting her face to meet his. Istvan’s lips crashed into Viktoria’s in a needy, deep, all-consuming kiss that reignited the fire inside him, the one he felt had been extinguished forever the moment she returned his wedding rings.
Istvan lifted her up into his arms, never breaking their kiss. Viktoria wrapped her legs around his middle, her hands cupping his face as he walked them towards the bedroom, kicking the door shut behind him. As he placed her down on at the edge of the bed, pulling the fluffy jumper over her head, he could suddenly hear Drake’s voice ringing in his ears,
‘Are you going to tell her what almost happened in Vegas? Things have a habit of resurfacing…’
Istvan knew his friend was probably right, but they were finally getting back on track. If he told her now, God knows what she’d say, after everything they’d just spoken about, would it be enough to drive her back out the door? He knew his wife, she wouldn’t take it well. He couldn’t take the risk… Not today. Maybe he would tell her eventually, but once things were back on a more even keel, he decided. It wasn’t like Drake or Maxwell were going to tell her before he did. And besides, it wasn’t like anything had actually happened with Jasmine anyway, so there was nothing really to tell. Why upset Viktoria? Why damage the progress they’d made today?
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Viktoria worked the buckle on Istvan’s belt as he pushed her bra straps down off her shoulders, his breath hot against her bare skin. She groaned as his teeth scraped and nipped at her soft flesh, marking her. Viktoria took his hard length in her hand, stroking him in long, languid movements she pushed his trousers and underwear away. She ran her other hand and her tongue down his torso, taking his tip into her warm mouth and swirling her tongue around him. Oh God, she’d missed him so very badly… Viktoria groaned as she began to bob steadily up and down his shaft. One hand gripped his sculpted ass and the other lavished attention on his tight balls. Istvan looked down at her between the low grunts leaving his throat; how much he’d longed for his little wife’s touch these past weeks. She always knew exactly what he liked, where and when… He knotted her hair in his fist as he felt himself get closer to the edge,
“Good girl, oh yes, just like that Viktoria…”
She smirked as she locked eyes with him, she could tell he wasn’t going to last much longer… She removed her mouth, blowing cooling air up and down his length, drying her saliva, leaving him tingling – gasping- before she proceeded to run the tip of her tongue from his base all the way to his head whilst listening to his guttural moans, his head back and eyes shut. She paused, hovering until he opened his eyes again, taking his full length into her mouth and moving fluidly up and down, groaning as she did, sucking him harder as he thrust himself deeper into her mouth. Both of his hands latched to her hair, keeping her still as he pumped in and out frenziedly a last few times until he exploded into her mouth, crying out her name. Viktoria swallowed hard, his salty, uniquely male taste overpowering her senses. She grinned at him and dabbed her lips as Istvan pushed her down onto the pillows, unfastening and roughly removing her jeans and panties in sharp two tugs. Viktoria squealed as he moved up the bed and kissed her hard, letting out a groan at his own taste on her lips. One hand remained tangled in her hair as the other roamed down her naked body, finding her clit and lightly starting to tease her…
Istvan’s skilled fingers worked rapidly until Viktoria was riding his hand, writhing and panting, calling out his name as she climaxed; desperate to feel Istvan inside her again after so long spent apart. The time he’d spent pleasuring her was more than enough time for him to get fired up again. Their lovemaking was always pretty intense, but right now it felt different somehow. It was a reunion that neither of them dared to believe would happen. Eyes locked on each other, their need for one another completely consuming as Istvan entered her slowly, both kissing the other so tenderly. Viktoria was so eaten up by the emotions of the past weeks and the sensation of her strong, beautiful husband driving into her, that she couldn’t hold back her tears. Istvan looked down at her, at first, concerned he was hurting her, but the look of complete adoration and bliss on her face told him otherwise; he understood. Picking up his pace, Istvan thrust into her hard, over and over again, his pain from the past weeks melting away in her arms. Viktoria moaned his name as she rolled her hips, her nails scoring down his back. Istvan could feel his wife’s body begin to pulse and tighten around his throbbing length, kissing her passionately as she came he muffled her screams, the sensation enough to send him to his own release, and what a blindingly sweet release it was after so long spent apart. Istvan flopped down beside his wife, both breathing heavily, limbs like lead, still tangled together as he pulled the duvet around them. They lay together in comfortable silence, simply gazing upon one another and smiling. Together. Home.
TBC – VP 💖
