cold cold // yuri!!! on ice

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warm. .

his slender fingers ran down my arms, his warmth fading as he pulled back. down my forearm, tracing the veins under my skin. his touch disappeared as he crossed over the course bandaging covering his name. he paused.

i was nodding before he could ask, willing him to touch my scars and make my heart whole.

i wanted to see his name etched on my skin and cast my demons away.

then he was tugging at it, ripping it apart and throwing it aside. my skin was blacker than i remembered it to be, a cloud of hazy charred remains and deep caverns. Darker than the collective scar, out stood his name, shining like a polished gem.

Victor Nikiforov.

the air shifted as he stuttered, words lost in his throat. i was shaking, though i didn't know when i'd started. all he seemed to be able to do was stare.

my name fell from his mouth, again and again as he held me tenderly. his fingers encircled the scar and lips brushing tentatively across his elegant name.

my knees buckled, stomach heaving. all i wanted was to scream apologies at him, beg for forgiveness. i'd made him suffer for so long, and yet, i was being treated with sympathy.

but he looked up before i could speak, muting my words with a finger over my lips. his eyes held such understanding, like he could see every bit and piece of my soul i'd held secret for so long. maybe he knew the same pain; maybe he'd tried running, too.

maybe he'd been broken like i had, and wandered looking so desperately for whom he craved.

i'm here now, Victor. you don't have to keep those sad, sad eyes.

"i love you.

"i love you so much. i'm never letting go of you."

there we were, standing in the middle of his hotel room, so early into tomorrow while grasping onto today. falling carelessly to the temptation lacing our thoughts while so close to the one we were meant to be near. his eyes scanned my face, drinking in every detail. i was desperate in trying to pinpoint the moment when his eyes went from sorrow to hopeless desire.

we didn't need to kiss to feel the love radiating from our souls. But hell, we wanted to.

our lips met somewhere between us, chaste and light. warmth seeped through me, and i was no longer cold.

i love you, too, Victor. and i'll never let you go. .

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