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Imagine making Walt jealous with Viktoria

Sitting at his desk, Walt was supposed to be focusing on the stack of paperwork that Oliver had dropped off that needed his immediate attention, but the manor's noise caught his attention. Or more specifically, it was the lack of noise that kept pulling his focus. Usually, the quiet atmosphere of the estate would be a good thing but not with his wives.

Actually, the fact that he hadn't seen them at all today piqued his curiosity. Though the four didn't spend all their time together as they each enjoyed having some alone time every now and then, you should have crossed each other at some point. This stillness must be the calm before the storm and knowing his wives' personalities, especially yours and Viktoria's, meant that he had to be on the tip of his toes for whatever the two of you had planned.

Pushing his seat back, he pulled a bell's string and watched as the bell rang out. Moving back to his desk, he only had to wait a few minutes before his office door opened and Mr. Field walked in

"What can I do for you, my lord?" The butler asked, bowing slightly as he stood before the vampire.

"Have you seen my wives?"

"Lady Lucy has gone out for today to go visit her family while Lady [Name] and Viktoria are in the former's rooms. Shall I call on them for you?"

Walt stands up and shakes his head. "I'll go see them myself. Thank you, Mr. Fields." He says before walking out of his office and making his way to your room.

Climbing up the stairs and nearing your room, he pauses in front of the door when he hears soft sighs and groans emanating from the room as well as the delicious and metallic tang that is wafting out. The smell and sound grow louder when he opens the door and steps inside. You and Viktoria don't seem to notice his presence as the two of you continue to embrace each other. You're laying on the bed as Viktoria is above you as the latter presses kisses up your body. Her fangs are out as she reaches your neck and plunges her fangs into the crook of it and you gasp at the sensation.

"Have my wives grown tired of me?" Walt asks with a teasing smile, leaning against the doorframe and admiring the scene before him. His words seem to get the two of you to finally notice him as the both of you look up to him. Your blood falls down the corner of Viktoria's mouth and he watches with hungry eyes as it drips down her body. "Here they are indulging themselves with each other's bodies as I get left out and am left with only paperwork."

You sit up a bit, resting on your elbows to get a better look at your husband while Viktoria sits up and straddles your waist, turning her head to look at Walt. "It seemed like you were busy and who are we to bother the lord of the manor," Viktoria smugly smiles with a shrug of her shoulders in mock modesty despite the fact that she is bare of any clothing.

Walt pushes off the doorframe and walks toward the two of you. Sitting on the bed, he trails a finger up Viktoria's side and he enjoys the shivers he pulls from her. When he reaches your blood, he gathers the drip on his finger and brings it to his mouth, his eyes close when he tastes the metallic taste reaches his tastebuds, and he groans in delight. "I always have time for my wives."

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Imagine dancing with Viktoria

With a sigh, you stared longingly at the dancefloor as you traced the rim of your champagne flute with your finger. With his latest deal having been successfully closed, Walt had decided to throw a party with the four families - De Villes, Billingtons, Clopstocks, and [Last Name]s - in order to celebrate. With no expenses spared, the house staff had no trouble and wasted no time transforming the De Ville garden into an elegant and elaborate affair. Golden strings of lights were wrapped around every tree on the ground, showering the middle of the garden in a pleasant and warm light. Tables were placed on the outside of the elevated dancefloor as staff weaved around them to place plates of food for those who wanted to take a seat.

While you loved Walt's parties and interacting with others, what you really wanted to do was dance. One of the things you were thankful for when Walt turned you was getting the opportunity to learn about the different dances that the mortals were coming up with and being able to participate in them. But you had to admit that you particularly favored the waltz due to it being one of the first dances your mother made sure to instill in you and due to its romantic nature. To be so close to your partner, chest to chest as their arm draped around your waist while holding your hand, as you made your way through the floor in a series of glides and spins.

But with both of your usual dancing partners occupied as Walt and Lucy danced with each other, you were left to sit and wait for one of them to be free. You could ask one of the other people at the party but you knew that they would respectfully decline. Though they all respected you and would never do anything to harm you, they wouldn't want to take the chance of accidentally doing something that would displease Walt and cause him to retaliate against their family which while it could be handy at times, did leave you to your lonesome most often than not. Viktoria was also not an option. Not because she disliked you or anything like that as in fact, she cared for you just like she did for Walt and Lucy. It just took a while to read between the lines of her harsh words to see that she just had a different way to show her love. The reason why you couldn't ask her was that she wasn't much of a dancer as she preferred to stay on the side and drink alongside Oliver during parties.

Hearing the opening notes of your favorite waltz song, you perked up, steadying your champagne flute as your eyes flicked to the dance floor. Though to your disappointment, Walt and Lucy were nowhere to be found which made you slump back in your seat. The clicks of a pair of high heels neared you but you paid no mind to it as you lamented your chance to dance. Your attention was caught when you saw someone place their flute down on the table beside yours. Looking up, you saw Viktoria before propping up your arm on the table to lean your head against it.

Your wife stayed silent as she stood beside you while surveying the dancefloor. "Do you want to dance?"

You sat up and stared at her with hopeful eyes. "Really? I thought you didn't like dancing."

"I don't." She said as she shrugged and waved a hand toward the dancefloor dismissively. "But I don't want to hear you whining about not having been able to dance later like you always do." She stuck out her hand for you to take.

You'd never whine about something so petty and you both knew that but you chose not to comment on it. Instead, you stood up and placed your hand in hers, letting her lead you to the dance floor. Once in the middle of the dance floor and as both got into position, your eyes met hers as you told her with a smile: "Thank you, Viktoria”

Though she didn't respond, you could see the corners of her mouth quirked up as she began leading the two of you in a waltz.