It was a quadruple flip. Yuuri had changed the final quad to my signature move. But why?
Because then, in the routine that describes his life, there was a change.
I gasped slightly, and watched, transfixed until the end, and put my face in my hands.
Yuuri, you clever little piggie.
Running over to the entrance of the rink, I knew he'd be watching me.
He looked so surprised, there on the ice. Yuuri smiled at me, and I stood there, unsure of what to do, as he skated towards me, as fast as lightning.
"Victor! I did great, right?" he panted.
And then I knew exactly what I would do.
Without warning him (for the effect, of course) I lunged forward, and wrapped my arms around his head to protect it from the cold, hard ice as he lost balance. Time slowed, and I felt his soft, dark hair through my gloved fingers, silky to the touch. His hazel eyes widened, and I pressed my lips against his, breaking away just as we hit the ice, head falling just next to his.
I could imagine every pair of eyes in the room on me - nothing out of the ordinary, just for different reasons to normal.
Feeling Yuuri's hands gripping my coat, I pushed against the ice so I was looking at him directly.
"It was the only thing I could think of that could surprise you more than you've surprise me," I murmured, and he smiled, tilting his head to the side.
"Really?"