Teach Me ⚣ Victuri

•Rooftop Skies•

Yuri's Point of View

My eyes were woken up by the pale sunlight outside, with small snow flurries dancing in the air to compliment it elegantly.

Wide, shining windows displaying it all as it let the sunlight in and kept the cold out.

I loved waking up in Russia, but......

I loved it even more when I saw that skin that shone brighter than the sun and that hair that was more elegant than any other small snow flurry.

And those eyes that you could vividly remember even when they were closed....

Even when you couldn't see them.

It seemed as if I had fallen asleep in a dream and woken up into that same dream.

Hell, it wasn't even a dream, it was almost.......

A fantasy.

The fantasy that was Victor Nikiforov.

The dream that was no longer a dream.

My body was wrapped up in the grey covers with the feeling of his skin against mine and my head tucked into the crook of his neck.

His steady breath caressing the top strands of my messy, ebony hair as I nuzzled into him.

I could feel his hand lightly strung across my waist, his fingers still sending sparks through me without even moving....

Without even functioning.

Our thighs, our knees, and our feet were tangled together in a mess of heat and comfort under the covers as my toes tried to stretch themselves out.

I couldn't stop the smile that spread across my face as I let everything sink in.

And I didn't want to stop it.

Because I was happy.

I was......happy.

And a feeling like that should never be stopped.

Not being able to resist seeing him anymore, I left his neck and laid my head on the pillow, his sleeping eyes now in line with my awake ones.

His hair fell down in strands, covering parts of his face that I longed to see.....

Longed to admire.

My hands brushed them away from his face delicately, not wanting to wake him up.

They moved down to his cheek and gently rubbed it, loving the feeling of his skin under my fingertips just as much as last night.

Oh my god.

L-Last night.

We had......

I had.......

....................

Wow.

Wow was all I could really say about it.

Dear Jesus.

I had finally gotten rid of my embarrassing virginity.

My 23 year old virginity.

Finally.

...........

And it felt good.

It felt perfect.

It felt right.

Because it was with Victor.