Dangerous Lines | Yuzuru Hanyu

25. Plans

The hardest part about being free of her husband was to avoid looking too happy about it. Because well, Yae was for sure eager to get rid of him and have the house for herself but one single glimpse of her feelings could be enough to make him decide not to go and that was something that she certainly wanted to avoid.

Toning down her every reaction, Yaeko just smiled as he prepared his things, going as far as helping him pack and pretending to be the epitome of a loving wife all the while telling him to get the hell out of the house inside of her head.

It would be hilarious if it wasn't real life and if she hadn't spent the last years playing the part of a woman she wasn't. Hell, she only ever came close to being her true self when Yuzu was around and that was all you needed to know about her relationship.

As soon as he was out of the door, Yae just wanted to throw a whole party in celebration.

She obviously just pretended nothing had happened when so many eyes were still on her.

With a mere nod in acknowledgement to the men watching her, Yaeko quickly informed them that she would be in her bedroom. None of them moved a single muscle, making her satisfied enough to just go and act normal.

Getting in the privacy of her room was all she needed then, more than ready to text a certain skater and hoping he would be free for them to talk.

Just as usual, he didn't disappoint.

From the moment she sent him the first message, questioning if he was busy, his only answer was "I'm never busy for you, kitten"

It seemed like the nickname had clearly caught on and he wasn't about to give it up but well, she wasn't exactly mad about it either.

"I'm all alone" she quickly announced with pride, making him react all too soon.

"No bodyguards?"

Yuzuru knew as well as she did that it would be asking for too much. It was already a miracle that her husband left her alone so soon after his suspicions.

"They're here, obviously... But they also know better than to enter the bedroom."

"So..."

"So that means I'm all yours."

Neither of them knew exactly what they were doing but one thing was certain, whatever it was, the feelings were certainly mutual. Both wanted this and weren't hiding it in the slightest.

"You need to be a bit more explicit... Tell me what you mean."

"Are you all alone?"

Yae knew very well what she was doing and how the tone was suggestive but she had wanted all of this for so long that it seemed impossible to ignore now.

"Yeah... I'm home. Woke up a bit late after a late session."

The image of this man, still in bed and wrapped in his sheets with a sleepy expression on his face was an image that she couldn't get out of her head. This was something she wished to see and experience first-hand.

"Are you still in bed?"

"Yeah..."

He knew what he was doing to her and Yaeko knew how dangerous this was. Then again, she had been so settled on finally enjoying something in her life that nothing else seemed to matter then.

Seemingly knowing all of her thoughts, Yuzuru decided to send her a picture that would only fuel every little imagination and fantasy that he had gotten on her head in the last weeks.

A selfie, just like any other, besides the obvious fact that he was very naked in his bed, at least that's exactly what it looked like. All she could stare at was his milky, naked torso completely exposed against the dark-coloured sheets that ended just below his waist, covering exactly what she begged to see at that moment.

The tantalizing view of his hipbone was making her wonder just how much he was wearing underneath those sheets, if anything.

Curiosity was killing her as all sorts of different scenarios filled her dirty mind, all the possibilities of scenarios they could try if he was right there, on her bed.

"I wish I could be there with you." Was the only answer she could come up to when the vision of his body filled her screen.

Out of all of the times she fantasized about him, whether in bed or in a less screwed-up world where she would have the freedom of being something more than a Yakuza wife, this was the first time that Yaeko felt this to be close to reality.

She could maybe have this, even through the screen of a phone, she could have an experience that was her own choice.

Completely taking that idea off her mind, realizing how much she could be underestimating her feelings for the man on the other side of the line, Yaeko just wanted him.

Whatever bit of him she could get.

But how do you even tell this to a man living hundreds of kilometres away from you? How could she even express what was consuming all of her thoughts?

What was stupidly obvious by now was that she could always count on him to answer things for her. It was almost a second instinct by now. It had to be.

Because when she saw his next message, no one would ever blame her for getting slightly tachycardic.

"Can I call you?"