Hair, Warmth, and Snow
Stars sparkled in the night sky, almost obscured by incoming clouds as the air grew steadily colder. Yuuri and Viktor sat next to each other watching television, and Yuuri's parents were chatting in the kitchen about their stock for the next day.
The inn had grown quiet and all of its patrons had gone to their rooms or had decided to catch an outdoor bath before going to bed. The two men leaned into each other on their seats. Viktor sneezed and smiled at Yuuri, who tried to hide his blush. He ventured up the stairs for something shortly after.
When he came back down, Viktor saw that he held a blanket in one hand and a hairbrush in the othe. Viktor blushed as Yuuri draped the blanket over his shoulders and knelt down behind him.
"You want to brush my hair?" Viktor asked, self-consciousness reeling its ugly head. "My hair isn't as great as it used to be, you know." He touched the top of his head. "It's so much thinner now."
Yuuri placed a hand over Viktor's. "It's beautiful. I think you believe it's worse than it really is."
Viktor removed his hand and let Yuuri run the brush over his hair. He started at the bottom and slowly made his way up, running his fingers over it with each stroke. Viktor began to feel sleepy as Yuuri touched him and he closed his eyes. They remained this way for a few minutes before Yuuri set the brush aside.
They both stood up and Viktor's sleepiness left him. He wanted to cuddle with Yuuri, so he led his fiancé outside onto the porch, where they stared at the grey above them. Viktor sighed and laid his head on Yuuri's shoulder.
"Oh, it's snowing." Yuuri stated.
"It is."
Snow had begun to fall and was collecting on the ground. Yuuri kissed Viktor's forehead.
"I love you." He said, lips lingering on the kiss.
"And I love you."
THE END.