Lost and out of sight

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Mikaela yawned softly as she turned in bed, half asleep, half awake, cuddling more into the person beside her. Just as comfortable as a pillow...wait.

Immediately Mikaela jumped out of bed, her heart racing hundred miles per hour, as she stared at the sleeping, silver headed Russian, who laid there in the bed. The blonde felt a dark blush creep onto her cheeks and she could swear that it got even darker, as she heard Viktor quietly say "Come back here...it's still early..."

The Russian legend slowly sat up and stared at her, tired, his eyes almost dropping closed again. He looked unbelievably adorable this way. Mikaela scratched the back of her neck and looked away. Did anything happen between them? "I-I uh..." she tried to search for words, although she failed miserably.

Then she felt a hand wrap itself around her wrist, pulling her back to the bed and next to Viktor. Said man then wrapped his arms tightly around her, so she couldn't run away. "Stay a little longer..." Viktor whispered and seconds later his calm breathing told Mikaela, that he had fallen asleep again.

Mikaela bit her lip and carefully rested her head on his chest, slowly wrapping an arm around him, thinking to herself. Why was she even doing this? Slowly she closed her eyes and tried to find any rational thought, but being in this position,  it was just impossible for her. And then she found herself falling asleep again.

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When Mikaela awoke again, Viktor was gone. The blonde sat up in bed and stretched slightly, yawning slightly, before running a hand through her bed hair, smoothening out the soft curls that were starting to form again. Either she'd cut her hair soon or she'd just let it grow again. Depending on her mood, she'd decide.

Mikaela got to her feet and silently walked out of the room, bumping straight into Mari. "Hey there, awake already?" Mari joked and grinned at the shorter blonde. She frowned a little "How late is it?" Mari however ignored her question and said "Had a long night with Viktor, huh?"

"Oh s-shut up!" Mikaela grumbled and hit Maris arm. For her having had a long night of drinking, Mikaela did feel quite sober. At least she didn't have to suffer a head ache. Maybe it had been a good thing to compete with those sturdy drinkers Christophe has as friends.

"Where's Viktor, anyway?" Mikaela then asked the taller blonde, who replied "At the ice rink with Yuuri. They left 'bout an hour ago or so, I dunno." Mari shrugged and then left, making the other blonde sigh. Well then, off to the ice rink we go!

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When Mikaela then arrived at the rink, Yuuri and Viktor were skating together, side by side, the same routine.

Mikaela leaned against the railing and watched the two of them in silence, however, she noticed herself staring at Viktor from time to time. Well, who wouldn't? He's practically a skating god. Otherwise she probably wouldn't have admired him.

"Yahoo!" Viktor then called and waved towards Mikaela, just after she found herself staring at him...again. A slight blush spread on her cheeks and she smiled softly at the two men "Hey there. How is he doing?" That question was directed towards Viktor in regards of Yuuri's progress.

"Why don't you show her, Yuuri?" Viktor then asked and nodded towards the black haired male, while he himself skated over to where Mikaela stood.

The blonde watched as Yuuri skated to the middle and then began to perform his routine. "He's improved a lot since you're here." Mikaela stated lowly while she watched Yuuri. She heard Viktor him in agreement. "I'm glad that you're here." She then said and looked up at him shortly, before turning her gaze back to Yuuri.

"Huh?" Viktor asked and looked at the blonde woman beside him, a little puzzled. "I'm glad you're here and coaching him. He needs this. He's been so beaten down in the past few years, it's good to have you by his side now." A short silence hovered between them, until Viktor suddenly asked "But that isn't the only reason, as to why you're happy of having me here, is it?"

That question had taken her quite aback and for a moment she didn't know what to say. "You said you loved me." He then added, to which Mikaelas cheeks quickly tinted a dark red and she looked away. "I was drunk." She mumbled awkwardly "Of course I'd say stupid things."

Suddenly she felt his long, slender fingers gently grasp her chin and tilt her head upwards, so she'd have to face him. Viktor had leaned a little closer, their faces only a mere inch or two apart. "Are you sure it was just a stupid thing?" He asked, his voice smooth. Mikaela felt her heart beginning to race again. "Or was it a thing that you actually meant like you said it?"

She didn't know what to say. Just the fact that he was so close to her flustered her. Gladly she didn't have to answer, as she heard Yuuri call "Viktor, can I have a break? I bet Mikaela wants to skate too." A sigh of relief escaped Mikaelas lips as Viktor then let go, although she noticed that it was rather reluctant. Viktor leaned back and looked at Yuuri and then back to the blonde female, who frantically nodded "Yeah, I'd love to skate now, if that's okay with you?"

Viktor smiled and nodded "Sure. It's important to rest sometimes, too. I hope you don't mind if we watch." "I don't mind. Although I won't listen if you're calling any feedbacks. I've got this habit of listening to my music with my headphones while skating, so I can time my movements better." Mikaela replied, as she sat down to put her skates on, too lazy to go back to the entrance hall where the benches stood.

To that, the males said nothing and about a minute later, Mikaela then stood on the ice, her headphones plugged in and her music starting to play.

Viktor watched her in silence, a finger pressed against his lips in thought. If one would use a better fitting term, he was practically staring at her. Every single movement had him captivated. "I just remembered, I think she actually shouldn't be skating." Yuuri all of a sudden said, to which Viktor then also remembered Mikaelas sprained ankle.

"I'll go get her." He mumbled, more to himself, as Yuuri barely understood what he had said. Viktor took his skate guards off and then stepped onto the ice, heading to where Mikaela was standing. Apparently she was trying to think of a better movement that fit to follow her combination jumps. "Mikaela." Viktor said and gently laid a hand on the blondes shoulder.

The blonde winced slightly and spun around, ripping her headphones out of her ears. "What do you want?" She asked Viktor confused, to which he replied "Shouldn't you be resting your sprained ankle?" A sigh escaped the younger woman's lips as she retorted "If I don't practice, I won't get better. The Grand Prix assignments are out, aren't they? Means, the span for training is getting shorter."

"But your every move is perfect, you don't need that much trai-" "My moves aren't perfect!" Mikaela all of a sudden yelled, glaring at Viktor. Although he believed to see a hint of despair in her eyes. "Why would you say that?" Viktor asked and frowned at her. Mikaela pressed her lips to a small line and took a deep breath, as if it were to calm herself.

"I'm supposed to start in the Skate America and guess who I am paired up with. I'm up against Aleksandrina Vetrov. She's practically the figure skating goddess of Russia. I've never won against her, not even once. And not to forget, I've also been paired up with Céleste Lapointe. Oh, did I mention Kristjana Jøhansson? And not only them! After that, I've got to compete against much better skaters at the Rostelecom Cup." Mikaela began to rant. That's when Viktor realized why she was pushing herself so hard. She's never won a Grand Prix medal before.

Mikaela would've continued her rant, but came to an abrupt stop when Viktor wrapped his arms around her and hugged her gently. "You can do this. From what I've seen, you'll be better than those three this season. You've got such a beautiful choreography. You move like a queen when you're on the ice. Nobody can stop to stare. You're Mikaela Lewis, for gods sake. If anyone can do this, it'd be you."

Viktor swords took Mikaela aback slightly — not that the hug didn't, every action of his somehow did. Mikaela found herself leaning into Viktor as she listened to his smooth voice. Then she got an idea. "Viktor." She said, to grab his attention. "Hm?"

"Can you teach me some of your moves?"