Spice [NaNoWriMo 2023 Winner]

Pas De Deux

Yuuri waited at the restaurant, he had reserved a window seat that showed the beautiful view of the city. He had already ordered their wine and he forced himself to relax as the soft music played over him. He had his eyes closed so he didn't see Victor come in until the beautiful man was already sitting.

"I hope I didn't keep you waiting," Victor jested as Yuuri's words were caught in his throat. Victor's hair was combed until it shined, his new suit a flattering shade of grey that brought out the winter blue of his eyes. Yuuri smiled as he openly stared, his own black tailored suit seemed bland and he watched pink stain Victor's face.

"You look beautiful," Yuuri said without prompting, "I ordered wine and appetizers, I didn't want to be too bold."

"Oh, I don't mind," Victor smiled, "Everything looks delicious though."

Victor noticed that this menu had no prices on the page, he had remembered thinking about this last year. He felt his heart beat hard against his chest and forced the air out slowly. He looked over the menu at Yuuri and saw the man staring at him again and smiled.

"You look perplexed," Yuuri said, not sure if he should be worried.

"A little intimidated," Victor admitted, "I've never been anywhere so high class."

"Well, I hope you like it, I want to keep taking you to places like this, if you'll let me," Yuuri blushed and Victor felt his heart swell. The blond nodded and went back to his menu, feeling delightfully cared for. He looked up when the appetizers came out, asking for a fish dish while Yuuri asked for the beef. Victor sighed as he listened to Yuuri speak the romantic language with proper ease. Victor himself was conversational in French but Yuuri spoke fluently, his voice purring over the syllables like he was raised with it.

"Where did you learn French?" Victor asked, sipping his wine delicately.

"Travel, mostly. I have been in Fashion shows all over the place, but here? In Paris, France, this is the dream," Yuuri sighed softly, "I have been to smaller shows here but Fashion Week Paris? I have only been a guest, never one of the designers."

"One day you'll walk the Paris cat walk," Victor said with a smile, "You are beautiful Yuuri, and so are your creations."

"I'll drink to that," Yuuri chuckled, "And thank you."

"Always," Victor purred as he popped some cheese in his mouth, humming at the flavour. Their conversation flowed naturally, Yuuri hinting at his new collection and Victor telling Yuuri of Yura's progress. Both got a little excited about the blond and how well he was doing.

"He could win everything," Victor said as their main course came up and he thanked the woman serving them, "He is doing so well."

"And this is his debut in seniors?" Yuuri asked, smiling as Victor nodded vigorously, "That's amazing."

"He's so excited, and after what happened, his fall, he earned it," Victor said, the passion he showed for this young man made Yuuri smile. He didn't notice the affection he showed, the gentleness in his eyes and the look of adoration he gave the man. Victor didn't even notice as he continued to talk, his animated way of speaking with his hands was adorable. Yuuri could listen to him babble all day if he needed to.

"I'm sorry, I don't mean to talk your ear off," Victor laughed and Yuuri shook his head,

"I don't mind," Yuuri said, "Your passion is intoxicating."

"I think you're intoxicated off wine," Victor said and finished off his glass for the third time. Yuuri giggled and poured them both another glass, waving down their server and asking for dessert. Victor leaned against the table, elbows on the smooth wood as he rested his chin against his hands. Yuuri was beautiful in the soft light of the restaurant, his chocolate eyes glowing with a warmth he could get lost in. He barely kept the word he wanted to say to himself as Yuuri spoke about his plans for when he went home for the winter.