WEAK-Vikturi [Fluff Oneshots]

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There we were.

My white leather skates gliding over the thick sheet of ice.

Viktor slid behind me, with graceful and passionate movements. His lips seemed so close to me, as he took my hand. Blood rushed to my head as I skidded back against the railing. "Yuri?" Viktor cocked his head at me, and skated around the perimeter of the ice rink. I skated forward, and kicked up my left foot, getting impacted with the chilling ice. I grunted, getting back on my feet. Viktor sashayed in front of me, lightly touching my lips with his index finger. His ocean coral blue eyes stared me down, and for a second I thought I couldn't breath. "Your movements are choppy. Try smoothing them out, or changing the step sequence."

Viktor critiqued me everyday, starting with my performance 'On Love:Eros'. He wanted the dance to be sharp, with cleaner movements. But he makes it look so easy. The way he carries himself on the ice, to the show he puts on. Viktor gives the audience something that holds their attention. Even the same performances he skates still surprises me; I watched them a couple hundred times.

   His hand moves up to mine, and for a moment we just stare into each others eyes. Viktor spun me towards him, his arm snaking up my chest. I immediately tilted away from my coach, my face heating up to an extreme temperature. His hand cupped my cheek, still cold from falling multiple times. His silvery hair hung neatly over his eye. His jacket crisp, with no ice to be seen. His arms around me, melting my confidence away. And his mouth moved closer to mine. Viktor murmured a small statement to me, a warm smile appearing on him.

   "Ya lyublyu tebya, Yuri."