Victuuri | complete

Groceries- Lime

unedited but an update was long over-do, sorry in advance for any cringe-worthy mistakes

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"Victor, love, don't let dear Kyrie put that in her mouth," I scold him gently, lifting an eyebrow as I lower a handful of produce into the cart.

Both Victor and Valkyrie simultaneously turn toward me innocently. I remove the jingling keys from her toothless gape and replace them with the proper pacifier. Victor can't stifle a laugh when I eye him dubiously.

"They were clean enough," he shrugs in his defense.

"If she gets sick, I'm telling the doctor it was your fault," I poke him in the chest and keep moving.

I feel the eyes of other shoppers looking curiously on us. We look vaguely familiar to most— having appeared on their television set in one way or another over the past couple of years— but odd, pushing a baby in our cart. The gazes of most shoppers are of surprise or distant affection, but an underlying current of judgement and homophobia still cuts through every now and again. I feel the need to hold Victor and Valkyrie closer, as if those few people have the authority to take my family away.

Victor suddenly interrupts my anxious thoughts.

"Юрий (Yuuri) love, look at this," he says cheerfully. "валькирия (Valkiriya/Valkyrie) likes this one the most," he coos, dangling the keys in front of her again.

I move to snatch them away again but Valkyrie's giggling around the pacifier stops me for a moment. I settle for batting him away after a moment and telling him, "Bikuta-chan (cute form of Victor), she has a rattle."

He sticks his tongue out and replies, "But I want to play."

I kiss his cheek and continue moving the cart. We come to the vegetables and Victor snickers to me while he holds up everything that could even remotely resemble a penis as I mutter in Japanese and try to ignore him. Valkyrie blinks up at us with serene blue eyes above the quiet pacifier. She looks mellowed and amused, allowing me to reflect the emotions or project my feelings onto her, I am unsure.

"Okay, that's the last of what we need," I inform Victor, checking off the last vegetable on our grocery list with a sense of satisfaction. "You are more than ready to go home," I laugh, pushing the cart toward the registers.

"Do you think we can have any fun when we get home?" Victor follows on my heels.

I smirk and cast a furtive sidelong glance in his direction.

"Mm, possibly. Chores done?"

He shrugs, to which I roll my eyes.

"Pretty please," he wraps one arm around my waist and surprises me.

I almost lose my grip on the cart. He rolls his hips against me and breathes sultrily down my neck. A shiver runs up and down my spine before I can even process a verbal response. Am I going to let a sexy touch reign over housework today? Of course. Housework is dull and I'll take any excuse to ignore it today.

"Mmm. Just let us pay for these groceries, Bikuta-chan (Victor)," I plead. "Then we can have some... fun," my face heats with embarrassment as I admit it.

"That makes grocery shopping with you worth it," he beams.

I toss him a harassed, although bemused, glare. To which he responds with another unashamed heart-shaped grin. He's lucky he's cute. As if to undermine him, however, Valkyrie begins to fuss.

*****

I've just finished cooking pork cutlet bowls for we each while Victor spoon feeds Valkyrie.

"Открыть широкий (Otkryt shirokiy/Open wide)," he coos fondly.

Valkyrie complies, nomming on the plastic spoon. A phone call grabs our attention, my cell vibrating noisily beside Victor on the kitchen table. Victor reaches over and scans the screen, looking up curiously.

"It's Elkena's grandmother," he says, answering the phone when I nod once.

Victor starts in cheerful Russian, but soon fades into muttering and mumbling that I can't hardly catch. I'm more than a little paranoid that Elkena's grandmother is going to die soon, leaving her granddaughter adrift again. Partially to hear better and partially to coax some color into Victor's face again, I bring him a bowl of steaming food. He nods graciously at me, still listening to the line.

Victor lowers the phone, eyes searching my face.

"One of us should go fetch Елкена (Elkayna/Elkena)," Her grandmother had a fall, but Kayna understandably doesn't want to sleep in the hospital tonight. They're giving her dinner now to appease her for the time being."

I stare blankly for a moment, mind buzzing. Victor hasn't even finished feeding Valkyrie. I can't leave Elkena there, though. I assume this is all in the understanding that we're even allowed to fetch her, although her grandmother is very fond of Victor and me. I attempt to exhale my doubts.

"I suppose I can go, you mean right now?"

"Да (Da/Yes)," Victor replies, rubbing his eyes tiredly. "They're in the state-funded Hospital though, darling. They aren't likely to know Japanese or English... I should go," he continues, but then immediately jumps back into the conversation on the phone.

I take over feeding Valkyrie as Victor sits on the phone and finishes the call. We cast longing glances at each other, mourning our loss of intimate time together. But as soon as Victor hangs up the phone he catches me in a long kiss. I scramble under his dominating grasp, unwilling to get hot in front of the baby, but Victor doesn't pursue anything more. He grumbles something husky and probably lustful in Russian under his breath, but begins to gather things to get in the car.

"Late night time for fun, then?" Victor laughs, offering it mostly as a joke.

"It'll have to be," I agree apologetically. "But it'll be well deserved by then," I wink.

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sorry for the not sex 😂