He doesn't let go when Yuri shifts to look at him, but he does relax his hold ... even if that face and those words, that earnest question, only make him want to kiss him again.
Right here. Now. In front of these cameras, in the kiss-and-cry (that was never meant to be so literal). Was it okay? Was it okay?
That performance, that stole the hearts of everyone in the audience? The one that sent Victor sprinting around the rink because the only thing he could do after it was kiss Yuri like he's wanted to every day since that first one? The one that ended with that gutsy, stupid, perfect attempt at his quadruple flip?
Laughing before he can help himself, like he might after riding a particularly suicidal rollercoaster, feeling so relieved and boneless and full of affection that he can hardly feel his feet touch the floor. "Okay?"
He shouldn't kiss Yuri right here, but he can cup Yuri's face with his hands, and kiss one cheek, and then the other, unable to resist this too-sincere, too-adorable expression on Yuri's face, and then haul him into an embrace, right against his shaking chest. He doesn't know why he's laughing, this isn't funny. Could it be from pure happiness? Is that something that happens? "You did great."
It's not even the right word. He changed everything. Everything Victor knew was true, turned on its head in less than five minutes. The stress and worry from the garage wiped clear like it had never existed. "I loved it." That is the right word. Even if it wasn't perfect, he loved it. Loved Yuri. Can barely feel anything at all aside from this thing flooding in waves through him, overwhelming him over and over again.
Yuri did his flip. Yuri loves him. Was there ever a chance he'd do anything but love it, and him, right back?
His laugh threading through every word. "But we'll have to work on that quad flip."
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Date: 2017-04-10 08:30 pm (UTC)Right here. Now. In front of these cameras, in the kiss-and-cry (that was never meant to be so literal). Was it okay? Was it okay?
That performance, that stole the hearts of everyone in the audience? The one that sent Victor sprinting around the rink because the only thing he could do after it was kiss Yuri like he's wanted to every day since that first one? The one that ended with that gutsy, stupid, perfect attempt at his quadruple flip?
Laughing before he can help himself, like he might after riding a particularly suicidal rollercoaster, feeling so relieved and boneless and full of affection that he can hardly feel his feet touch the floor. "Okay?"
He shouldn't kiss Yuri right here, but he can cup Yuri's face with his hands, and kiss one cheek, and then the other, unable to resist this too-sincere, too-adorable expression on Yuri's face, and then haul him into an embrace, right against his shaking chest. He doesn't know why he's laughing, this isn't funny. Could it be from pure happiness? Is that something that happens? "You did great."
It's not even the right word. He changed everything. Everything Victor knew was true, turned on its head in less than five minutes. The stress and worry from the garage wiped clear like it had never existed. "I loved it." That is the right word. Even if it wasn't perfect, he loved it. Loved Yuri. Can barely feel anything at all aside from this thing flooding in waves through him, overwhelming him over and over again.
Yuri did his flip. Yuri loves him. Was there ever a chance he'd do anything but love it, and him, right back?
His laugh threading through every word. "But we'll have to work on that quad flip."