Domestic Life is New

A Dance for the Future.

"And then Yokav wanted me to do a summersault. On the ice!" Viktor laughed, sipping his wine. Yuuri and Viktor had snuck back into their room after saying goodbye to all their friends and hiding from Yokav's glare. Their room was their safe place at this point.
"Is that even possible to do on the ice??" Yuuri asked, laughing like it was the funniest joke he'd ever heard.
"Possibly? I heard this one girl from Canada was able to do it." Viktor shrugged, not giving it any more thought. "What about you, Yuuri. What was Ciao Ciao like as a coach. He seems to much like a father to be a coach to me." Leaning forward on the bed, Viktor looked like he was very interested in Yuuri's previous coaching stories.
"Oh boy, he and Pichit are some of the most energetic people I know on and off the ice." Yuuri slurred, starting to feel the wine get to him. "Like this one time, Ciao wanted Pichit and I to do a pair skating routine, to show people just how fun figure skating is."
"Mm..." Viktor said, looking dismayed.
"But dancing with another person on ice, it's like I have two left feet!!" Yuuri laughed, sipping his wine some more.
"Did you do the pair skate?" Viktor said, sounding sober and interested.
"Huh? No, I was to busy focusing on getting to Nationals, I couldn't be bothered..."
"What a relief!!" Viktor said, jumping on top of Yuuri. "Pair skating is a very intimate thing on ice, and if someone did that with Yuuri before me..."
"Viktor don't worry, I'll pair skate with only you." Yuuri slurred, not even thinking about what he just said. His thoughts were drunk, so he was talking without thought.
"Aah!! Thank you, Yuuri!" Viktor said, making them fall onto the bed together. "What if we pair skate right now?" Viktor hummed into Yuuri's chest, sounding sleepy.
"We're not on the ice though." Yuuri laughed, pulling Viktor up off the bed to stand with him, "But we can still pair dance." Yuuri tried to give his Eros smile, but it came off more wonky then he meant.
Viktor slightly stumbled over to the radio to put on some music, and pushed aside chairs and the table in order to make room.
"The floor is ours this evening." Viktor said, bowing as if this was the royal ball.
Yuuri restrained a laugh, and returned his bow. Taking each other's hands, they danced with the music. It was soft at first, so they stuck with swaying and just smiling like goofs. But when the chorus came it, up beat and full of life, Viktor took the lead. As much as they were drunk, they were still graceful. Yuuri was twirled and dipped, Viktor being hugged from behind the be swayed, this went on for what seemed like forever.

"Yuuri~ I'm getting dizzy, let's stop." Viktor breathed, flopping down onto the bed, laying on his back. Yuuri was quick to join him, climbing on top of him to rest his head.
"I guess you're right..." Yuuri huffed, also out of breath.
"Mm? About what?" Viktor said, wrapping one arm around Yuuri's waist and petting his hair with the other.
"I do have more stamina than you."
The two laughed, feeling like they'd just concurred the world. It was only a few minutes of laughing before Viktor felt Yuuri fall asleep on his chest. A look of pure bliss and happiness spread across Viktor, looking at the man before him.
"neimovernyy (incredible in Russian)..."
Viktor didn't want morning to come, because then his sleeping beauty would wake up. But when morning did arrive, Yuuri would be with him in St. Petersburg.