Victuri

12.23.16 (two days before Victor's birthday)

*In the plane to Russia*

As the plane lifted off the ground, melting into the vast night sky Victor lifted up the palm of his hand indicating that he wanted me to hold it. I put mine on top and interlocked our fingers together. His were warm and it felt like the tea he drank before, his beij jumper that I wore engulfed me and covered my pale hands holding his. I gazed past his head and into the stary night sky. The city held numerous city lights that looked like a valley filled with lanterns. I snapped out of my gaze to notice a very tired Victor begining to fall asleep.

"Vitya, go to sleep." I said rubbing his hand with my thumb, finding all of the creases in it. It was still warm, giving me goosebumps along my arms. As he began to tighten his grip he squeezed my hand three times.

"I. Love. You."

He tried keeping his eyes open. He looked down at me every minute or so and began dozing off before jolting back into reality. I craned my neck up towards him until our lips made contact, his were perfectly chapped and warm, I melted deeper into the kiss. Victor began to pull away as he grabbed my face meekly with his free hand and held it while showering me with numerous kisses against my cheek that was soon flooded red with colour. He stopped and we began to stare into the front of the plane again and sit in silence until he (finally) dozed into a beautiful sleep. I pulled his head onto my shoulder, kissed his forehead and began rubbing my sleeping beauty's head. From then on I stared at him. Not in a creepy way but I noticed all his features. His soft conditioned grey hair, his perfectly shaped eyebrows, the way all of his features blended together so perfectly without any effort. He was a Russian God that allowed me to touch his soft skin with my hands. I could go on about how perfect his is, about his perfect imperfections that I was always in awe over but I instead nuzzled my head into his chest and fell asleep next to him.

We arrived in his house at six a.m, I carried my bags up stairs into his room and sat next to Victor on his faux leather couch. His house was magnificent; white tiles as far as the eye can see, a fireplace with stockings hung above it (with the words Victor, Maccachin and my name written on them in glitter glue), a real pine tree with bobbles and ornaments hung from left to right and I could go on but all I could do was stare into this jet lagged boys bright, blue eyes. He noticed me in a daze over him and smirked before pulling me onto his lap and kissing me. He ran his fingers through my hair and holy shit did it feel good. I could feel every movement making sure not to miss even one. He rubbed my head, he kissed my neck and anywhere I desired, he wrapped one arm around my neck pulling me deeper into our kiss until he lifted me up -bridal style- and took me upstairs into his room before laying on top of me and sucking and biting my neck giving me numerous hickeys. They say hickeys are love notes written in flesh, well, Victor was writing a whole song.

* Oh my goodness I'm sosososososo sorry for not updating and I'm sorry for how bad this chapter was but I've been babysitting and editing and it's 1am where I live so I'm really tired but I made sure to update for you guys ^°^ ily all for your continued support and getting me to 1k reads!!!*