AN: Okay, this is my first fanfic on this site. I've recently been obsessed with Yuri on Ice (who hasn't), so I decided to write a little something about the end of episode 7. Enjoy! :)
Well, Victor defiantly figured something out to surprise me. I'm not sure how shocked he was by my performance, but I am positive that he caught me more off guard. I can still remember the feeling distinctly; there was a slight tingle that erupted and shot through my entire body when his silky lips gently pressed against mine.
It's already been a day since then. We're leaving to go back home in a few hours, so the two of us decided to walk around a town in the area a bit.
We haven't spoken about the incident, nor do I particularly care to. I'm extremely self-conscious about it.
Were my lips dry?
Did I respond correctly?
Was Victor satisfied?
Did he really mean it?
Despite all of this, I desperately want to intertwine my lips with his again. I gaze up at Victor, zoning out as I take in his delicate yet resilient features. He's so flawless.
"Yuri?" My crush's voice slices through the air like a knife with slight curiosity and inquiry. He leans down so his eyes are level with mine. He's so close I can hear his breathe seep from his mouth. "Why are you staring at me?" Victor probes, a smirk emerging on his face. I feel myself heat up.
"Ah, I was…um, I didn't mean to…" I stuttered helplessly. This man turns my head to mush.
Patting my head, Victor chuckles, "You're pretty cute sometimes, Yuri" The way his lips are curling up at the corners makes it feel like a pile of worms are attempting to escape my intestines. A puff of balmy air escapes his parted pink lips, sending a flurry of steam to flutter up into the night sky.
"Um, Victor" I squeak, trying to keep my cool.
"Yes?"
"W-well, about um…yesterday" I murmur, fidgeting. I glimpse his expression change, a tint of concern in his crystal-blue eyes. "I just…what happened between us after my performance…were those your true feelings?" I lay my eyes on my coach apprehensively. The anxious look melds with a sorrowful one. Victor opens his mouth, but only a feeble, inaudible whisper escapes.
Finally, he replies shakily with, "I'm sorry" tapering the last syllable. My brows draw closer in confusion.
"Victor…?"
"I'm sorry I made you uncomfortable" He seems so distraught. I've never seen my idol in this state. His words vex me, though. Where would he get that idea?
"Why are you acting like I'm displeased?" I question uneasily. Victor's countenance softens marginally.
"I just assumed" he remarks. "But if you weren't troubled by it" my coach seizes my wrist and yanks me behind the nearest tree, out of sight of any people passing. He lays his lips onto mine gently, the same sensation skipping down my spine once more. I push into Victor as his arms slip around my shoulders. He releases, to my disappointment, but I still remain close. I press into Victor's chest and envelop his muscular torso.
"I've always really liked you, Victor" I say into his jacket. He has a comforting scent that I can't explain. It makes me feel like I'm being cloaked in a fluffy blanket on a frigid winter night, though I'd rather be enfolded in this man's arms instead.
He buries his nose in my tousled, jet-black hair. I could sit like this with Victor forever.
It's too surreal; the man I've idolized for years suddenly comes into my life and falls for me.
Life is just full of surprises.
AN: Sorry it's short, I'm still a beginner. Anyways, review if you please, thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed! :))