Even if he'd been sure, even if he was only checking, he can feel muscles relaxing, and his own expression softening at that single word.
"Good."
No, Yuri said, in a tiny voice that's so shy Victor can barely hear him, but it's loud enough in the tilt of his mouth and the way his eyes shine and cheeks flush, and Victor's not sure his own mouth will ever be able to stop smiling again. How has he ever been anything but happy? How could all this time have seemed to have dragged for so long, when suddenly it feels like it passed in a flash?
Because Yuri isn't telling him not to. Yuri isn't pushing him away. Yuri isn't running away. Yuri ... wants this. Like Victor was so sure he wanted it that golden, ridiculous night at the banquet.
Yuri is looking back at him like he can't keep his eyes off Victor's face any more than Victor can keep his off Yuri's, and it's absurd, all of it. His head feeling lighter than a balloon, because Yuri is looking at him just the way he has in all those dreams Victor knew were an unhelpful fiction, and even when Yuri looks around and seems to realize they aren't they only people here, he's not letting go, and he's not pushing at Victor to get off him. "Hmm?"
He leans a little closer, teasing –– because he can tease like this, now? Is that possible? How did everything change so quickly? –– "Why?"
Because there are people, but he doesn't care. Because the ice is cold and is probably starting to soak Yuri's back –– well, he cares about that, a little, but he has a coat and Yuri can take it if he's cold.
Because Yuri's scores are probably up ... and he does care about that. Wants to see where he placed, how high, who he beat, and that's enough to make him sigh a little, and lift his free hand to Yuri's cheek, before smiling and shifting off, holding that hand out to help him up. "Well, we should probably check your scores, at least, after a performance like that."
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Date: 2017-04-10 05:26 pm (UTC)"Good."
No, Yuri said, in a tiny voice that's so shy Victor can barely hear him, but it's loud enough in the tilt of his mouth and the way his eyes shine and cheeks flush, and Victor's not sure his own mouth will ever be able to stop smiling again. How has he ever been anything but happy? How could all this time have seemed to have dragged for so long, when suddenly it feels like it passed in a flash?
Because Yuri isn't telling him not to. Yuri isn't pushing him away. Yuri isn't running away. Yuri ... wants this. Like Victor was so sure he wanted it that golden, ridiculous night at the banquet.
Yuri is looking back at him like he can't keep his eyes off Victor's face any more than Victor can keep his off Yuri's, and it's absurd, all of it. His head feeling lighter than a balloon, because Yuri is looking at him just the way he has in all those dreams Victor knew were an unhelpful fiction, and even when Yuri looks around and seems to realize they aren't they only people here, he's not letting go, and he's not pushing at Victor to get off him. "Hmm?"
He leans a little closer, teasing –– because he can tease like this, now? Is that possible? How did everything change so quickly? –– "Why?"
Because there are people, but he doesn't care. Because the ice is cold and is probably starting to soak Yuri's back –– well, he cares about that, a little, but he has a coat and Yuri can take it if he's cold.
Because Yuri's scores are probably up ... and he does care about that. Wants to see where he placed, how high, who he beat, and that's enough to make him sigh a little, and lift his free hand to Yuri's cheek, before smiling and shifting off, holding that hand out to help him up. "Well, we should probably check your scores, at least, after a performance like that."