I know I have Dark Angel going on but this was a story I made as a special request by Shiranai Atsune =)
I hope you enjoy it and let me know if you would like me to continue. Please note that if I do continue this story it will only have another chapter or maybe 2 to it…
Thank you all and I do not own YOI
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Inspiration.
It's been a long time since he has felt it. A long time since he skated for more than the sake of a medal, his fans or his sponsors. He was good at his craft. Skated like was born to the ice and in many ways he was.
Since he was a small child the ice always fascinated him. He wanted to tame its cold beauty so that it only sang for him. He would be its only master and she would be his mistress….his one true love.
Now it lay flat...empty...mocking him. She no longer sang for him and he was torn between feeling relief and sorrow.
Perhaps it was time for a change?...
Viktor pushes the thought as soon as it emerges. Nonsense. He was the king of the ice rink. His place was in its frigid embrace. He only needed a bit of inspiration.
Every artist needed a muse at some point. Some kind of epiphany that brought the love of what was once lost back to them. He just needed to find his. Problem was that he didn't know where to look.
He still had some time to come up with a riveting routine in time for the start of the skating season but if he didn't find his muse he was going to be stuck with the lackluster ones he composed. Don't get him wrong the routines were flawless naturally but they didn't excite him...didn't quite give him the thrill of performing them. They lacked soul.
He has been to museums, art shows, and plays and even traveled a bit. Dating left him wanting. Sex was well and all but again...it was like he was running into a wall. Nothing sent his blood racing.
"What" he muttered "What do I need?" he sighed laying down in his sofa looking up at the ceiling his mind trying hard to find answers that weren't there.
He had been contemplating on a European vacation when his cell phone rang. He debated for a second on letting it ring and let his voicemail get it but boredom won and he picked it up.
"Hey Vik! Any plans tonight?"
Phitchit's boundless energy could be heard even over a phone.
For a second he thought of lying but once more the ugly head of boredom loomed over him ominously and poked at him.
"No" he finally said then added "Why?"
He really couldn't help the note of apprehension in his voice. The young Thai male was known for his wild shenanigans.
"A really good friend of mine is making her debut as a professional ballerina. Not lead but she does have a solo part. Leo bailed on me, something about his grandmother and I can't find Guan-Hong. I have an extra ticket if you're game"
Viktor thought of saying no but then remembered his lack of inspiration. He had never thought to look for it in the performing arts….
"Sounds perfect actually. What time and where?"
An hour and half later he found himself dressed in a dark charcoal three piece suit that accentuated his tall muscular lean figure. Paired with a dark blue dress shirt and pale blue tie that brought out his eyes, Viktor was ready for the possibility of finding his muse or even lady luck. He needed luck if he wanted to add soul into his routines. He sauntered to the entrance where Phitchit stood. The other man was wearing a classic all black suit paired with a crimson tie looking very excited holding a large bouquet of yellow roses.
Viktor smirked walking up to his friend "Ahwwww for me? You shouldn't have" he said giving him a wink.
The other man snorted "You wish Vik, you're handsome but not that handsome" he gave him his ticket and started walking to the usher "They are for Yuuri. I want this night to be perfect for her. Lord knows she gets so nervous"
Viktor rose a dark silver eyebrow "A girlfriend?"
Phitchit laughed "No no just a very good friend. Known her since we were kids. Don't get me wrong…...would die a happy man if she said yes to marry me but we are too much like siblings. It would be weird"
Intriguing. He was beginning to wonder just who the mystery woman was.
"Oh that's her on the poster" said Pitchit pointing to the theater posters "It's small but you can see her"
Viktor curiously walked over to it and peered at it.
She reminded him of a doll. Raven hair, pale skin with a hint of gold, full pouty lips and dark expressive eyes.
"She's very pretty" he commenting pulling his eyes away from the poster to follow the masses into the large space.
"Come on...we have some time. I'll introduce you to her before it starts" he said leading him off the right of the stage where he assumed the dancers were.
He did not want to be rude and decline. He was, after, here for her and he could be polite. His impressions of ballerinas were all based of Yokav's ex-wife and Russia's once top prima ballerina. Not the most pleasant of experiences. She was a bit over the top, self-centered and hard to please. Since then he has lost his taste for ballet and ballerinas.
Following the other male dutifully he noticed the looks he was getting and wondered how many of these people recognized him. None with is luck. He didn't feel like being interviewed in order to boost viewings for the show.
His eyes caught movement and he paused to observe the small ballerina.
She was warming up, her arms moved fluidly as she went on pointe lifting one leg then stopped in a pose before starting again. The way she moved was amazing even warming up it caught is attention. There was something so sweet in the way she moved.
She was a bit fuller than most ballerinas he has seen. She wasn't a complete stick figure and he found he suited her all the more for it.
"Yuuri!"
The little ballerina paused in mid plie and looked over at them, her full red lips in a small 'O'.
"Phitchit! You made it"
Good lord almighty her smile was divine.
The posters did not do her justice. She was more than just merely 'pretty' she was beautiful. Fine boned, high sculpted cheek bones, large almond warm brown eyes that sparkled. She looked up at him and he felt his heart skip a little beat. Those snooty black lashes were going to be the death of him.
She looked at Phitchit and allowed the man to give her a hug which now annoyed the Russian. He did not like to see another male hang on to her. She was so slight and fragile the Thai brute needed to be more careful damnit!
"I wouldn't miss your big night!" smiled Phitchit making an utterly adorable blush creep up to her cheeks.
'Where have you been hiding Yuuri' he thought to himself. He already knew he was going to pursue her as much as he knew to sun will rise in the eastern sky.
Phitchit gestured to him "I brought a date too!"
Viktor glared at the man smacking him over the head lightly.
"Ow ok ok sorry" he chuckled "I had an extra ticket. Leo bailed on me"
Yuuri smiled at him "I wouldn't have minded if you couldn't make it" She looked over at him and whispered a breathless "thank you for coming" giving him a little bow of the head.
"Not at all" he said walking up to her and took her hand to place a small kiss to her smooth skin. She blushed a rosy pink that pleased him immensely. He loved seeing her blush "I cannot wait to see you on the stage"
She swallowed a little "I….yeah…." she had momentarily forgotten how to talk in front of none other than Viktor Nikiforov.
"I look forward to seeing you dance Yuuri" he said a bit huskily her small hand still in his. Her large cinnamon colored eyes were wide with that sweet blush that made her appear very young. He hoped she was at least of age. It wouldn't be good if she was only 17….he was pushing 27 as it was, though….a 10 year gap did not bother him.
It was hard to tell her age. She was all eyes, perfect unblemished skin, a pure golden alabaster smooth and soft set in a heart shaped face. She was small, smaller than him by quite a bit, the top of her head reaching his shoulders. Petite and fine boned but still a bit curvier than other ballerinas he knew. This Yuuri was the only one to still have hips and breasts.
"Again….t...thank you for coming out and I hope you enjoy the show" she said softly then looked over at Phitchit "See you in a bit. I have to keep warming up"
Phitchit smiled brightly at her "You'll do great Yuuri! I know you will"
Once in their seats Viktor found himself very happy to have accepted the invitation if only to have met the raven hair beauty.
"Please don't try anything with her"
Viktor looked over at the other man and rose an eyebrow "I haven't the faintest idea what you are talking about"
Phitchit looked at him. His stare was serious for once, all playfulness gone "Viktor Nikiforov, the playboy extraordinaire. You have so many ties to that post it's covered over twice"
Viktor didn't think he was that bad. Yes he had some lovers...and one night stands but they all knew who and what he was entering any kind of affair with him. He didn't give them pretty little lies and was always very careful.
"They all knew what they were getting. No feelings were hurt and if they were it was because they didn't listen when I said I didn't make commitments"
Phitchit nodded "So then I have nothing to worry about...good"
"Oh?" said Viktor feeling slightly affronted "So sure Yuuri won't accept what I could offer?"
The Thai man was already shaking his head "She's a good girl. Too good to be another notch on a post"
Viktor didn't reply but he did know there was a great deal of truth in that statement. It was plain to see that she was a good girl.
She was the kind a men kept.
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Yuuri tied to get her nerves in order but she knew it was going to be hard now that she knew just who was in the audience. Viktor Nikiforov was going to watch her dance…..good god she wanted to crawl under her makeup table and hide. Ever since Phitchit started skating professionally she has followed the skating world so of course she knew who he was.
Oh the way he glided on the ice was almost magical….
She knew he choreographed all his own routines and she admired the artist within him. He was not so different from a ballerino. Often Phitchit would ask her to help him train so that he could have more strength and height in his jumps. She would put on some skates and join him on the ice so that they could fine tune his routines. He hasn't won any gold medals but the few silvers and bronzes made her proud all the same.
"Oh god….what if I freeze up?" she bit her nail feeling the beginnings of a panic attack when her friend Alessa called her name.
"Stop being so nervous" she smiled at her "Your performances have been flawless...Just imagine you are dancing in an empty room"
Yuuri smiled kindly at her but she still felt a bit sick.
'He's just another person...he's just another person….no big deal Yuuri….you got this….yeah….sure' she tried to give herself a pep talk as she stretched her legs.
Breathing out she went on pointe then turned, posing as she landed gracefully. She did that for a bit, moving to practicing her routine. In time she did manage to get herself under control when the music started.
She concentrated on the story the music told, losing herself in the magic of dancing, of telling the story through body movements. Yuuri lived to dance and was lucky enough to have been accepted to dance under none other than Lilia Baranovskaya, a world renowned prima ballerina.
Madam Baranovskaya was very talented, a wonderful coach but very strict and hard. The students she took were very selective. She had very specific expectations of her ballerinas. All must be graceful and poised in mind, body and heart. She hated scandals and made it very clear any ballerina caught in one would end up with a one way ticket back home.
After some time she heard her queue. Taking a deep breathe she walked out on stage.
Viktor's eyes devoured her when she walked out on stage. He applauded with the rest as she smiled and went into her pose.
Once she started dancing he knew he was hopelessly lost. The one word that popped into his mind was: Muse.
She was his muse…...every rise and fall of her arms was fluid, her body moved to the music so perfectly and in sync it was like she was the song. Seeing her go on pointe so delicately and graceful was like watching a swan dance. She moved around the stage with a smile on her face enthralling her audience, no one could look away from her.
At once his mind went over his routine finding improvements he could make and wanted nothing more than to run to the stage and kiss the woman senseless.
When her part was over he stood up to applaud her. She must have noticed him because she blushed beautifully and did a little curtsy before walking out of the stage.
During the intermission he excused himself to the lobby and pulled out his cell phone. A good thing when you're famous is that there was a number of people he knew that would sing and dance for the right amount of money.
"Peter" he said smiling on the phone "I need a huge favor….."
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The opera house was crowded when it all ended. Some folks were on their way home, others lingered to talk, some loitered the lobby chatting and waiting to see if any of the performers would come out.
"I'm going to give Yuuri her flowers" said Phitchit "You can with if you like" though he said it hesitantly.
Viktor smiled "In a bit. Need to step in the men's room. See you backstage" with that he got up and went to the front of the theatre where Peter stood holding a large bouquet of white lilies, ponies and pink roses. Peter was one of Yakov's assistants and he knew he had family that owned a florist shop so asked for a special order paying a little extra but it was worth it. He knew they did quality work.
"She must be awfully pretty" commented Peter handing over the large bouquet pocketing the heavy tip from the Russian.
Viktor winked at him "One of a kind my friend. Thank you for the favor"
Walking to the back stage he smirked when some of the other dancers stopped to look at him. They didn't hold a candle to Yuuri though...no other woman in his past did. He spotted her talking to Phitchit holding the roses.
He walked up behind her, noticing the way Phitchit's mouth meshed in a fine line of irritation. Leaning down slightly he whispered in her ear.
"You danced beautifully"
She gasped and turned around so that her face was a mere inches from his. From his close he could see the reddish specks in her eyes and that her thick lashes were not false like other woman's.
She blushed again, he was pleased by this oddly enough. He enjoyed seeing her blush for him.
"T...thank you" she said breathlessly.
"For you...my swan" he said holding out the bouquet.
"Oh my" she exclaimed taking the flowers, her face lit up in pure joy "they are beautiful! Thank you" she eyed the flowers, her face melting to a softness that made his heart go a little funny. If he had known she loved flowers so much he would have given her a bigger bouquet but then she would have had a hard time carrying them.
"You are very welcome" he said reaching out to take her hand "Have dinner with me?"
"Oh…." Yuuri was shocked by the invitation and a little weary. She knew of his reputation but she didn't want to rude either.
"Dinner sounds great" said Phitchit walking close to Yuuri "Excellent suggestion Viktor! We should treat you out Yuuri. On us"
Leave it up to Phitchit to be her knight she thought giving him a smile "Sounds like fun then"
Viktor narrowed his eyes on the Thai man but then put up his smiling mask on "Perfect. We will let you to get ready Yuuri"
She nodded mutely still a bit shocked. Once both men were out of sight she looked down at her flowers and smiled softly. How could he have known peonies were her favorite? It wasn't a common flower to put in a bouquet….most of the time they were requested. Talk about a stroke of luck.
"Was that Viktor Nikiforov I saw you talking to?"
Yuuri turned around at the voice of the prima ballerina Anya. She had her arms crossed almost glaring at her. Her body language screamed 'I hate you' and Yuuri knew that the prima ballerina thought herself superior to every other dancer.
"Yes along with my friend" she said then turned to walk away "I have to go get ready"
A hand shot out and grabbed the bouquet from Viktor.
"That is mine Anya" she said in a tired voice. She hated being the target of the woman's poisonous tongue.
"These flowers are not given to just any random woman….especially not by Viktor Nikiforov" she said looking at the flowers then glared "How did a little piggy like you manage to get his attention?" she snide then smirked "Unless he is getting his money's worth in some other way…..won't Madam Baranovskaya be intrigued to hear about this"
Yuuri's eyes widen in fear "Bu…..but I have no relation with him" she hated how shaky her voice was but the thought of Madam Baranovskaya taking Anya's words to heart frighten her "Besides, Phitchit is here with him…..and I do not sleep around" she said a bit more firmly, took back her flowers and turned around to leave the petty woman to seethe by herself.
Once in the locker room area the girls gushed over her lovely flowers which made her feel a bit better.
"Don't let that primadonna get to you" said Minami "She's just jealous your performance received a standing ovation"
She was a small girl with an abundance of blonde hair. She was a huge fan of hers which still Yuuri didn't understand but she was very kind and eager to learn. Yuuri always stayed behind in practices to help her.
"Thank you Mini" she said slipping on a simple black cocktail dress she had brought with her just in case she decided to go out with Alessa and the girls.
"So you coming with?" said Alessa pouring into a red dress that showcased her long lean legs. What she wouldn't give to have that kind of confidence.
Yuuri shook her head "Phitchit is taking me out to dinner…..maybe afterwards if I'm not too tired ok?" she said taking the pins out of her hair letting it fall down to her mid back.
"Oh?"
Yuuri could hear the smug tone in her friend's voice so she turned around, brush in hand and glared at her "It's just dinner Alessa! Phitchit is my best friend"
"Alight alright…can't blame a girl for trying to get you to find yourself a good man"
Yuuri rolled her eyes "I'm fine"
"Well…if Phitchit is only a friend…why two bouquets?" said Alessa placing her hand on her shoulder grinning widely "Spill girl…who is the other one from?"
Yuuri mumbled something looking down blushing a bright red while trying to brush her hair.
"What was that?" Alessa smiled even wider "You're gonna have to speak up"
"Viktor Nikiforov" she finally said feeling like the room suddenly got blasted with a gust of hot air. She looked at her friend imploringly "Pleaaaaase don't start" she all but whimpered.
Alessa held up her hands "Okay okay….I'll leave it be…..for now" she winked "I want details later" with that she walked out of the changing area.
Yuuri sighed…of course.
Exiting the area with bouquets in hand and her changing bag over one shoulder she made her way to the lobby stopping to smile and thank some of the patrons who lingered.
She spotted Viktor right away but couldn't see Phitchit. Oh lord …. What did one say to a man like him? She was not prepared at all to face him alone. She felt butterflies in her stomach when she approached him.
She cleared her throat lowly feeling her cheeks hot "Ummm….where is Phitchit?" her voice was low and small. 'Ugh…why can't I just talk to him like a normal person?' She wondered to herself angrily.
Her stomach did a little tap dance when he smiled down at her.
'Oh wow' she sighed internally 'think I'll just stand here and turn into goo….yeah…that sounds good'
He took her bag and her flowers before she realized what he had done and looped her arm into his "He should be just a moment" he said brightly leading her outside.
"Ummm?" she said looking back at the theatre. She had no choice but to follow, his grip was firm.
His strides were long which meant she had to walk faster to keep up with him, her heels clicking on the pavement "What is the rush?" she said then let out an startled 'eep!' when her legs were lifted from under her. The man effortlessly lifted her and deposited her in the waiting convertible in one fluid movement that left her slightly confused for a few seconds. Placing her flowers and bag in the back seat he gave the valet a tip he slid gracefully into the car, put it in gear and drove off much to Yuuri's surprise.
By the time her brain kicked started again she looked over at the theatre then at the silver hair man. What just happened?
"Umm…where are we going? And where is Phitchit?"
Viktor smirked at her. God she was adorable. Her eyes were wide, she looked startled and a bit frazzled which considering he just kidnapped her, it was to be expected. He leaned over and took hold of her hand and brought it to his lips for a soft kiss then just held onto it.
"I am taking you to dinner" he said smiling at her "Phitchit was taking such a long in the bathroom I didn't want to keep you waiting. I'm sure he could find his way home"
Her mouth opened and closed before her sweet face morphed in one of slight irritation "And if I decline?"
"Well then you have been kidnapped" he said giving her his signature smile that made many woman swoon.
Yuuri regarded him narrowing her eyes and huffed turning the other way.
Oh…a challenged? His eyes glinted, he did so love a chase and with a woman of Yuuri's caliber it made it all the sweeter.
Making his way into the heart of Manhattan he pulled up to the Gramercy Tavern, gave the valet his keys and opened the door to his lady holding out his hand. She eyed him for a moment before she sighed and placed her smaller hand into his.
"I have no idea why you want to have dinner with me" she muttered "You just met me"
Viktor stopped so that he could look down at her "Is there a reason for me to take a pretty lady out to dinner? Especially after such a beautiful performance?"
Yuuri rose an ebony eyebrow at him "You don't seem the kind of man to do anything without a reason"
He didn't say anything, just wrapped her arm around his and lead her to the Maître d. His name was always on the list if he needed a table here and he made sure to give a generous tip.
"This way Mr. Nikiforov"
Yuuri felt like she was sucked down a rabbit hole, twirling out of control. Viktor was like a cyclone who didn't take no for an answer. Once she was seated in a secluded part of the very posh restaurant she took a moment to wonder how the heck this even happened.
All she wanted was to have her debut and hopefully one day have a director pick her as his prima ballerina. Yuuri didn't think she had been asking for much. So how did she end up in weird situations like this?
"You look startled" he commented taking a sip of the red wine that seemed to have magically appeared.
Had she zoned out? God how embarrassing. Sure enough her own glass was now filled with red wine and there was even a small bread basket.
"Just…" she tried to find the right word "unprepared" she decided it was the best way to describe running into him. One had to be prepared to get swept away around Viktor it seemed.
He gave her a charming smile that made her have palpitations ….but noticed it didn't reach his eyes.
Curious.
"Is it so odd I want to enjoy the company of a beautiful woman?" he said leaning back that infuriating smile on his lips.
Yuuri shrugged "It is when I don't even know you other than by your skating career and the tabloids. I am just another ballerina" she eyed the wine in her glass wondering if she should indulge…..she needed to keep her wits about her but she also needed some strength to her through this night.
"Ah…of course you would know" he said leaning forward now placing his elbow on the table, his chin on the back of his hand gazing at her.
"Of course" she retorted "My best friend, which you left out, is a figure skater after all. I have been following the skating world for years"
"Do you ever help Phitchit in his routines?" he knew the answer already. Her eyes held nothing back, he could stare at them for hours. Large dark and expressive. Her face was like an open book. It was refreshing. Most women liked to play games, or played coy but not Yuuri. She was like a breath of fresh air. Genuine and real.
"I do…..He comes to me for help when he can't land certain jumps" she admitted taking a small sip of her wine.
The waiter came then and Yuuri busied herself pretending to look at the menu. It was hard to feel hungry when she could feel his blue eyes drilling a hole into face. Why did he have to stare to so much?
"If you turn any redder people will start to think you have a fever" he said softly chuckling under his breathe.
Yuuri closed her eyes and counted to ten. Lord help her she was going to end up on the tabloids as the woman who clobbered Viktor Nikiforov in the head with a shoe giving him a permanent injury.
"It's warm in here" she muttered knowing it sounded a bit childish but damnit did the man had to stare so much?!
The waiter came back for their selections and Yuuri feeling still nervous ordered a salad not feeling up to anything heavy.
"Is that all you want?" asked Viktor, his tone was concerned which surprised her a bit.
"Not feeling very hungry" she said but when she saw his pleading eyes she sighed and ordered the grilled mahi mahi just to get that look off his face "Happy?" she asked when the waiter left.
He smiled at her "Very"
She picked at the bread not looking up feeling very anxious. She didn't know what to say or do. Did she talk about herself? What could she ask him that has never been asked before? She wasn't good at flirting…she didn't date for a reason!
A large hand fell on top of hers pulling her out of her musings. She looked up at him surprised by the soft expression.
"You are murdering the bread Yuuri"
"Oh" she said softly looking down at the poor mutilated bread on her plate feeling embarrassed.
He eyed her for a moment "How old are you?" he could see she was very skittish and nervous. He was suddenly afraid to consider the possibility that she was underage and he hand overstepped a line.
"I'm 23….why?" she said looking at him with those eyes that made him want to kiss her senseless.
Relieved he shook his head "Just trying to get to know you getter, is that so wrong?"
She shook her head let out a breath and looked at him "I'm sorry…..I'm not very good at this kind of stuff" she said blushing prettily "I am a huge introvert"
"How about I talk about myself if that makes you feel better? Da?" he winked at her making her swallow and blush.
After her little confession she seemed a bit more open, shy but willing to converse with him. She was so different from the woman in his past that he found himself captivated by her sweet innocence. Her passion for dancing was seen when she talked about her scholarship to dance alongside Baranovskaya. She spoke about ballet with the same fevered passion he did when it came to the ice. He loved watching her talk. The way she moved her hands, or the way she blushed when she realized how animated she was being.
And her laugh…..gods above her laugh. It was so melodic…..endearing and so very addicting. He found himself being more and more of his usual silly self than the charmer he played around his other conquests just to hear her laugh.
"It's true" he said taking another sip of his wine "I tend to be very forgetful. I am currently on my 5th phone for this year so far"
Yuuri's eyes widen as did her smile "5th? What happened to them all?"
"Let's see…." He speared a tender piece of meat "The one before this one got ran over by my car…." She laughed "No idea how that happened" he added in "and the one before that got left in the freezer. Kept looking for it for ages until I gave up and bought another one. Went to look for some ice cream and found it frozen solid behind the ice box"
Tears watered her eyes, she was laughing so much "Oh god my sides hurt" she protested.
He smiled warmly at her enjoying seeing her with her guard down. She dabbed her eyes with her napkin then looked at him taking a sip of her wine. She took a drink then leaned forward both elbows on the table, one hand on top of the other she rested her chin on top of her hands. She gave him a smile and a sigh.
"There it is" she said softly.
"What?" he asked wondering what she was seeing?
"A real smile"
Viktor felt his body jerk. No one has ever told him that…more than that. No one has ever been able to tell the difference. He gave her a lopsided smile.
"Saw that huh?"
"Mmmmhm" she said giving him a knowing smile "That's ok…..I promise I won't tell. Can't have your image being ruined"
Pouring more wine into her glass he raised it for a toast "Then a toast for real smiles"
She raised her glass and drank with him.
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He had no idea how they got to his flat.
He had lost count of the glasses of wine but he couldn't help it. He wanted to keep Yuuri in his company.
"Shhhhhh" she said to him giggling "You'll wake them up"
Viktor pulled her to him, kissing her hungrily "There is no one here" he muttered in between kisses and nibbles. He shut the door with his foot not bothering to lock it. His apartment was only accessible through his elevator in his building.
She let out a soft moan that drove him crazy. Everything about her drove him crazy. He could feel her small hands trying to undo the buttons of his shirt while he unzipped the back of her dress. He needed to feel her skin, kiss and nibble every square inch of her soft skin.
When they finally made it to his bedroom he hulled her up, wrapping her legs around his waist and fell on to the bed their lips never parting. She whimpered in need fueling his own desire. It's been such a long time he has felt this all-consuming heat devour him. He couldn't get enough of her.
Her scent was driving him mad, like a man starving and here she was, his own personal buffet and he was going to gorge himself on her.
His tongue explored her mouth, drawing out whimpers and moans from the woman under him. She arched her back, her nails digging into his shoulders. He moved to suck and nibble her neck, lavishing her with open mouth kisses leaving his brand behind marking her his.
Yuuri was his. She chose to come home with him and he wasn't going to let her go until he was good and ready and he might not ever. No other woman could ever draw out this painful need within him...this mindless desire. No other ever made him crave to be a better man just to stay in her presence.
Had he been sober he would have realized she was untouched. Had he been sober he would have realized their lack of protection but he was like a man possessed, greedy and driven to the point of insanity losing himself in her soft body and breathy moans.
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The hammering in her head and the bright light that was hitting her square in the eyes were getting annoying.
Why did she feels so awful? It felt like a freight train ran her over then backed up and pulled it reverse just to make sure it did a thorough job. Her body felt so heavy, her limbs didn't want to obey when she tried to move them.
Cracking one eye open she was going to see if she had left her curtain open by mistake letting that darn sunshine in when her eyes found light gray curtains instead of pale pink.
Oh no….oh god….
Opening her eyes, she ignored the throbbing in her head and looked at the male hand that rested limply next to her head on the pillow. She felt heavy because there was a man slumped over her dead asleep and not just any man….but Viktor Playboy Nikiforov!
She felt panic set in when she realized she was very naked with an equally naked man in his bed. Viktor as holding her like a body pillow. Yuuri was on her stomach while Viktor was slung over half of her body one arm over her back and one leg trapping hers. He was even using the same pillow! Good lord the man was a cuddlier.
Tears blurred her vision but she pushed them back 'What's done is done' she told herself but inside she cried for her taken virginity that she had been saving for when she fell in love. She had gone and done what hundreds of girls have done and fell into bed with the charming and charismatic playboy. She felt stupid, embarrassed and so ashamed.
'Fall apart later' she told herself 'concentrate on getting yourself out of here without waking him up' she almost cringed at how awkward that would be.
Slowly…..very slowly she wiggled herself away from the Russian man but her sore muscles protested only reminding her of they had done. Choking back a sob she ignored the pain and continued to slowly shimmy herself out of bed. He sighed and rolled over almost giving her a heart attack but luck was on her side, he remained asleep.
Quietly she picked up her clothing throwing it on looking to make sure she left nothing behind other than her innocence and tiptoed out of the apartment. Once she closed the door softly she pushed the elevator button and made her way out of the posh apartment building.
Doing her walk of shame she signaled for a cab and rode it miserably back to her own small studio apartment holding in her tears for when she was at home.
The ride was long and expensive but she forked over the money. As soon as she was behind closed doors she slid down the door and cried. Yuuri cried for how stupid she felt, for what was lost and because she had for a moment really felt a connection with Viktor.
Sniffing she leaned her head back against the door "Oh Yuuri...you have all kinds of problems"
Picking herself up she went to the shower and scrubbed until her skin was pink and she could feel the heat of the water again. Feeling human again she went to the kitchen took out the bottle of painkillers and popped in four. Deciding she was going to forgo doing anything for the morning she took out some leftover rice and got to making her favorite meal.
Yuuri rarely ate pork cutlet bowls since she had to maintain a certain weight but she figured, heck she was going to hell she might as well go full Monty. The familiar homey scent of the sauce hit her nose and she breathed in the heavenly aroma. Taking pieces of the fried pork katsu she popped them into the sauce and drizzled the egg over, covered it and let it set a bit.
She wondered if Viktor will even be fazed that she left or will he be relieved that she had let herself out and avoid the awkward 'I'll call you' both knowing it would never happen.
"It's no big deal" Yuuri told herself "Woman have one night stands all the time...sure….." she tried to convince herself but she could still feel that empty weight in her stomach.
She sat on her sofa with her bowl of deliciousness and ate in silence. She went to turn on her iPod letting it set into a soft classical tune that soothed her soul a bit. Once she was done she felt her headache beginning to go away so she went to bed. She didn't want to think of anything other than sleep for a while. She turned off her phone, refused all calls and didn't check her voicemails. After what she did….she earned some well-earned solitude.
Once in bed she allowed herself to cry a bit more. She had always admired Viktor's career…..always watched him perform enthralled by the way he skated. So poised and elegant. She had hoped to meet him someday and tell him how talented he was but was too shy to do ever consider it and now….
Yuuri sighed…'He probably thinks I'm some kind of hussy' she thought burying her face in her pillow. What compelled her to drink so much anyway? She wasn't a heavy drinker for a reason. She has always been careful, always been a good girl. Twenty three long years of discipline gone in a flash all because of one very handsome man.
Deciding she didn't want to acknowledge the world today she pulled her heavy quilt over her head and closed her eyes.
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Viktor groaned, his head pounded like it usually did when he indulged in too much red wine. Rolling over his hand sought out the warm body next to him but all he felt was a cold empty bed.
Lifting his head he peered around the room "Yuuri?" he called out half expecting to see her blushing face peek out from the bedroom door but everything was quiet. Perhaps she was in the restroom?
Getting out of bed he walked over the bathroom but found it empty. Walking back to his room he noticed her clothing was missing. Cursing he sat on the bed and tried to remember last night more clearly.
The wine...the cab to his apartment...the heated kisses…..her soft skin...her nails on his back while he lost himself in her. He paused feeling like someone threw a bucket of ice water.
He didn't use protection.
"Fuck!" he growled standing up calling himself an idiot a few hundred times when another memory seeped in.
Frowning he went to his bed pulled the sheets back and paled. She had been a virgin. Double fuck.
But before he could think of anything else a surge of possessiveness swept over him. He had been her first.
"And her last" he vowed thinking back to how she cried out his name breathlessly. Yuuri was wonton at heart and the thought of another man seeing her like that set him in jealous fury. Never has he been so smitten on a woman. Now he just had to trace his little swan down. That wouldn't be so hard to do. Little did she know that her teacher was his coach's ex-wife.
She was a kind a man kept indeed….
His could hear his phone ringing. Looking around he followed the sound and found his coat on the kitchen floor.
He grinned and answered it "Well hello Phitchit"
"You bastard!"
Viktor held the phone away from his ear "Well hello to you too sunshine"
"I told you Yuuri was not one of your conquests! I trusted you" The other man was livid, he could hear traffic in the background.
"She's not Phitchit" he said sitting on the bed "Where are you?"
"Checking up on Yuuri" he growled out. He could hear him buzzing an intercom "If I find out you messed around with her I am going to break your legs pretty boy….you hear me"
Viktor barked out a laugh "Calm down" he sighed "Yuuri is amazing…..I don't want to hurt her"
He paused when he heard Phitchit pounding on a door "Whatever" and hung up on him.
Viktor looked down at his phone. He was going to be annoying if he planned on getting in his way. First thing first...he had to tell Yuuri they had unprotected sex. He knew she was clean….she was a virgin and he got tested regularly and before her he has always been careful so the only thing they had to look out for was a possible pregnancy.
Surprisingly enough he really didn't want her to take a morning after pill. The idea of getting rid of any possibility of a child between them hurt him far more than he would have imagined.
Maybe she was on the pill? Whatever the action they had to talk things out. He just had to capture his little swan first.
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The pounding persisted.
Yuuri sighed and threw the quilt off. Today was not starting out to be a good one.
"Alright!" she bellowed putting on her robe over her nightshirt and stumbled towards her front door. Checking the peephole she sighed heavily.
'This was not going to be pretty' she thought and opened the door. Phitchit's frantic expression as he entered made her feel guilty for not being more firm with Viktor last night.
"Are you alright?" He asked taking hold of her arms looking down at her "If that bastard so much as…"
Yuuri waved her hands in front of her "No No…its fine" she said rushed in "I'm fine Phitchit really"
He looked her over his eyes narrowing a bit "Uh huh" he said pushing her hair back froze then walked away from her cursing loudly. Yuuri jumped her hand going to her neck.
What was on her neck? Numbly she walked to her bathroom and peered at her reflection and made a soft choking sound. She had three red hickeys on her pale neck. Oh god…..oh god oh god oh god…..
Her face must have looked horrified because Phitchit cursed even louder.
"I'm going to break his legs" his voice was deep with anger as he gazed at her neck only Yuuri wasn't listening.
How was she going to hide this? She had practice tomorrow! What was Madam Baranovskaya going to say?! She didn't realize she was hyperventilating until Phitchit stood in front of her.
"Breath Yuuri…..deep calming breathes" he said rubbing her arms.
Yuuri nodded breathing dizzy. She let him lead her to the sofa where she plopped down and wished there was a hole big enough she could hide in.
"Madam Baranovskaya is going to kill me" she whimpered "I'm going to be sent home…"
"No….we just need to get you some strong makeup" said Phitchit confidently and started to look at his phone for answers.
Minutes later she sat holding ice to her neck while her friend went to her bedroom to look for aloe.
"With luck the red will go away by tomorrow" he called out exiting the bathroom with a green bottle. He sat it down on the table then looked at her "So are you going to tell me what happened?"
"I was an idiot and had too much red wine" groaned Yuuri "I feel so stupid…..weak and ashamed. I really want to forget this whole thing happened"
Phitchit was torn between wanting to stay here and comfort Yuuri and going down with a bat to bash in Viktor's legs.
"I'm not going to lie Yuuri…..I am pissed beyond all belief. I trusted Viktor and had always admired the man but this I can't ignore"
Yuuri rubbed her face in frustration "Honestly Pi I just want this whole thing to disappear" her voice muffled over her hands. She then sighed, her shoulders sagged in sadness "You want to know what sucks about this whole mess?"
Phitchit shook his head
"I had sex for the first time and can't remember a damn thing" Yuuri said in lament "I mean…..I slept with the man I have drooled over in magazines and T.V. and I have no recollection if it was good or if he was just a minute man. I have the worst luck ever"
Phitchit shook his head "Yes because that is the real tragedy here"
Yuuri made a face at him "Oh piss off you know what I mean" she folded her arms to her chest and laid her head back on the sofa so that she could stare at the ceiling "Anyways….what's done is done. He will move on and so will I and I doubt we will run into each other anymore"
Phitchit didn't say anything just nodded. He didn't think Viktor had meant anything serious but something kept nagging at him that this was just the beginning.