So I realised I fucked up, I fucked up so bad. When I was setting the genres on this something must have gone awry and I didn't notice until I kept getting reviews saying about the supernatural element. I have now fixed this, I'm sorry if anyone clicked on this expecting supernatural stuff but I hope you stick around for the rest of the story. Here's some porn to make up for it :D enjoy

This is gold! This is absolute solid gold. I can't believe that I'm actually getting this interview, praise every single god I can think of. I scribble notes furiously as he talks, barely pausing, I want to get it all down and not miss a single word. Yuuri falls silent for a moment and watches me until I'm finished with my frantic shorthand. Thank god. It sounds as if this is all going to go to hell in a hand-basket and I want to make sure that we've finished with the first part of the story before we move onto the second.

"So," I say looking up when I'm done, "Viktor placed second in the 2016 Grand Prix Final, losing to Russia's other favourite Yuri Plisetsky."

"Yeah I don't think either of them were particularly happy about that," Yuuri says, a wry smile playing at his lips.

"What makes you think that?" I ask.

"Well Viktor obviously because he lost to Yurio who, on top of being nearly half his age, was rumoured that he was going to replace him as Russia's new star," Yuuri replies.

"I think one of my colleagues actually started that rumour," I murmur but it's loud enough for him to hear and he snorts softly.

"You have no idea how much grief that rumour caused during our 'still competing' years," he says.

"Sorry," I say. I don't know why I'm apologising – I wasn't the one who started it – but I'm not really sure what else to say to that, move on swiftly I suppose. "So why do you think Plisetsky wasn't happy with the win?"

"Viktor wasn't at his best that year," he replies. "Whether it was worrying about me or guilt eating him up or whatever it was he wasn't on top form and I suppose, to Yurio, that felt like a hollow victory."

"Understandable," I say. "If you think you're going to get competition out of Viktor Nikiforov and then beat him easily because he's distracted of course you're going to be annoyed about it."

"Exactly."

"I'm assuming everything all began to kick off when they returned home?" I ask.

"Yes," Yuuri replies. "I was still in hospital, the doctors not wanting to discharge me while there was no one at home but I wasn't alone in hospital all the time."

"Who came to visit?"

"My sister, Mari, flew over for a few days but couldn't stay for too long," he says. "Because I'd had to pull out Phichit was now in the line-up so he was in France along with the rest of them. Georgi Popovich stayed behind as he wasn't competing so I wouldn't be alone. He came and sat with me a lot, we put the skating on the TV and he graded everyone really harshly on their outfits to make me laugh. Mila stayed behind an extra few days as the Women's Final didn't start till later. It was nice to have them there." I'd heard that the Russian skaters had adopted him into the fold so it's nice to know that it wasn't just when Viktor was around.

"Let's talk about when Viktor and co returned from the competition," I say, trying to get things moving again.

"Okay," he nods. "This is likely to get graphic by the way," he warns.

"What kind of graphic?" I ask, privately thinking that anything involving Yuri Plisetsky is going to be graphic. I interviewed him once, last year, and was told to cut half of the article because it was practically punctuated with swearing.

"Sexually," Yuuri says matter-of-factly.

"Oh..." Immediately my mind conjurers up images of him and Viktor naked and writhing around on a mattress together. I've always known they were together and that they are both very beautiful men and (not going to lie here) I've occasionally though about the two of them getting hot and heavy to help myself out but actually hearing it first hand. All the blood seems to want to rush to my face, probably to start gushing out of my nose, but I keep my face the professional mask it has been so far. "By all means," I say, the only indication that I'm anything other than professional being my voice is a little more cracked than before, "get as graphic as you like."

He chuckles. "Okay..."

"Mr Katsuki," one of the nurses said, poking her head round the door of my hospital room. I was just sitting in bed, watching the news so I welcomed the distraction and turned off the TV.

"Yes?"

"You have a visitor," she said.

My heart leapt at the words. I knew that Viktor's plane had landed, he had sent me a text to tell me that they had and that he would come and see me as soon as he had sorted out things at home. I couldn't stop the smile from spreading over my face. I'd missed Viktor so much and to be able to hug him and kiss him again was what I wanted more than anything else in the world right then. "Great," I said, "send them in."

"Okay," the nurse smiled before disappearing.

I heard her say something to whoever she had bought with her, probably telling them they could come in, before the door opened again. My heart was pounding in my chest at the prospect of seeing Viktor again, but his wasn't the face that greeted me when the door was pushed back.

"Yo, Piggy."

"Yurio!" I was surprised, there's no denying that. Out of everyone who had just come back from France I hadn't expected him to be the first to come and visit me. He still looked as formidable as ever, even with the braids in his hair and the fact that he still hadn't grown much taller. He clicked his tongue as he pulled up a chair and sat down.

"Don't call me that," he grumbled.

"Sorry," I said. I couldn't help smiling at him, noticing his medal hanging proudly around his neck. Despite his reputation for being a bit rough around the edges Yuri Plisetsky is actually a sweetheart (he won't thank me for saying that but it's true).

"S'okay," he mumbled, looking away.

"How was the flight?" I asked.

He shrugged. "I slept," he replied. "Mila was being all gross and gushing about how pretty that Italian girl is, Yakov was already talking about next season and Viktor was being annoying so I slept."

"Well you've been working really hard so you probably needed it," I said, feeling like the older brother again (I didn't really want to put myself in the role of 'dad', that would have made me feel so old).

"I guess," he said with another shrug. "Viktor been in yet?"

"Um..." My smile faltered for a second and the emptiness I felt at night when I woke up and realised I was without Viktor began to creep in again. "No."

"Oh..." He sounded genuinely surprised by that and he even looked a little hurt and indignant on my behalf.

"He's probably just gone to check on Makkachin," I said. "I assured him Georgi was taking care of things whenever he sent texts but you know what he's like."

"Over dramatic?" Yuri offered with a grin.

"Well..." He wasn't wrong. Viktor had always been well known for his theatrics and over the top reactions, especially when it comes to Makkachin.

"Popovich better have fed my cat or I'll be pissed," he muttered darkly.

"She is fine too," I laughed. "Georgi has been showing me pictures of both of them to keep my spirits up."

"Good," Yuri mumbled, a blush creeping across his cheeks. "Didn't like to think about you being here on your own."

"I haven't been, don't worry," I said. "I've been watching the skating on TV and that's been nice."

His face lit up at that. "Did you watch me?"

"Of course I did," I replied. "You were brilliant."

The blush deepened. "Thanks."

"I'm so proud of you for getting gold again," I said.

"Thanks," he said and the Russian Punk image seemed to fade away and, in a rare moment of openness, I got to see him for what he really was: a sixteen year old who is proud of himself and is happy to hear that he's done a good job. I reached over and give his hair a gentle ruffle. He batted my hand away and glared. "Don't mess up the braids."

"Sorry," I said, trying my best not to laugh.

"Viktor's been a giant piss-baby since he lost," he said.

"Oh?"

"Just giving you forewarning for when he finally comes to see you."

"Thank you."

"It wasn't the same without you there," Yuri said after a pause.

"What?"

"The Grand Prix," he clarified. "It wasn't the same without you being there."

"Well I'm sure no one got drunk and tried to pole dance," I laughed. I still didn't remember that night but I'd been told enough and seen enough pictures to know most of what happened.

Yuri scrunched up his face. "Giacometti tried but no one seemed to want to join him aside from Douche-face Leroy and after that I felt obliged to leave. I didn't want to see that so I went to hang out with Otabek."

"You spend a lot of time with him, don't you?" I observed.

"Shut up, no I don't," Yuri scowled. "He's just... he's my friend and I like hanging out with him."

"There's nothing wrong with that," I said. "In fact hold on to it. If you find someone you want to spend time with then enjoy it."

"Like you and Viktor?" he asked. "But less gross," he added for good measure.

"Sure," I replied with a grin.

A silence fell between the two of us for a second, Yuri fiddling with the ribbon of his medal, twisting it around his fingers and me just watching him. He looked like he wanted to say something but he didn't know how to put it into words and I was content to wait for him to find them so I didn't push. Eventually he gave up trying and got to his feet.

"I gotta go," he said. "I told Yakov I wouldn't be too long and I don't really want to hang around for Viktor to get here. I've had to see enough of his giant forehead for now, I need a break from it."

"And you want to go see you cat," I smiled at him.

"Yeah," he mumbled. He stopped for a second, that look on his face again – like he wanted to tell me something important but didn't know how to say it.

Suddenly he leaned over and wrapped his arms around me. The angle was a little awkward because I was still sitting in a hospital bed but it was nice all the same. I hugged him back, pulling him close, letting him squeeze me tightly.

"Thank you for coming to see me," I said. "I'm so proud of you."

"Get better soon okay," he said so quietly his voice was barely above a whisper. "We all miss you."

"I will, I promise," I told him.

He let go and left, turning at the door once more to flash me a grin before disappearing, and I was left alone. I smiled to myself. Having Yuri come to visit was unexpected and lovely. The two of us had been growing closer over the last year but this was the first indication he had given that he actually liked me rather than tolerated my being in Russia. That had a smile on my face for a good half an hour after he had left.

A few hours later a different nurse poked her head around my door again to say I had another visitor. This time I was sure that it was going to be Viktor (mostly because he had sent me a text to say that he was coming over). All that excitement I had felt the first time was still there; the pounding heart, the expectation, the need to feel Viktor in my arms. When I saw him walk through the door it was like the first time I ever saw him all over again – he was (and still is) the most beautiful man I've ever laid eyes on.

"Viktor!" I gasped as I saw him, a huge smile spreading over my face. Even though I knew it was going to be him it still hit me like a jolt.

"There's my star," he said smiling at me. "How're you doing?"

I wanted to get out of bed and run to him but I still wasn't allowed to put pressure on my knee so I just sat and beamed at him. My eyes filled with tears as he crossed the room, wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into a kiss. Feeling his lips against mine after all that time apart was amazing and I could feel the tears beginning to make tracks down my cheeks. He kissed me until we were both breathless and even then, when he pulled back, he pressed kisses to my forehead, cheeks and nose.

"I missed you," I sob softly, clinging to the back of his coat. "I missed you so much."

"I missed you too," he said. "I hated being apart from you, knowing that you were stuck here and there was nothing I could do about it."

"Doesn't matter, you're here now."

"I am," he said, "and I've got you. I'm never leaving you on your own again."

"I wasn't totally on my own," I said. "Georgi came and kept me company."

"Yeah he said he'd spent time with you when I popped home to check on Makkachin," Viktor said.

"I thought you might go home first," I said, "so I wasn't worried when I didn't see you sooner."

"Well, thing is, I was going to come and see you earlier," Viktor said, his perfect smile spreading across his lips, "so I called ahead and asked about visiting hours."

"Oh?"

"Then the doctor I spoke to said that, as I was back for a long time, I could take you home with me."

"Really?" I asked, a smile of my own lighting up my face.

"Yeah," he replied. "So, when I heard that, I had to go home and get everything ready for you. I didn't want to spend another night away from you."

"Me neither," I say, tightening my grip on his coat. "I missed you so, so much."

"I missed you too, my love."

"But I watched you on TV during the competition," I said.

"Oh..." The light seemed to go out of his eyes and he suddenly became very interested in the hem at the top of my hospital gown, unable to meet my eye.

"You were amazing," I said truthfully, "as always."

"Not quite enough to beat Yurio though," he said and he sounded so depressed that my heart ached. I wanted to be able to comfort him. I was still new to the whole being in a relationship with the man of my dreams thing so I wasn't quite sure how to go about that. In the end I said what I knew I would need to hear if the tables were turned.

"Well no," I admitted, "but second place is amazing and I'm still so proud of you."

"Yeah?" He sounded so fragile, like a child being told that they've been brave after getting an injection.

"I'm always proud of you," I assured him.

The smile was back as if it had never left, although all his usual light hadn't quite returned to his eyes yet, and he leaned forward to kiss me again. "I love you so much," he said when he pulled back.

"I love you too."

He kissed me once more before he pulled away. "Come on," he said, smiling as he picked up my bag, "let's get you back home."

"Please."

When Viktor finally pushed the front door open and helped me to hobble inside it was quite late and the both of us were exhausted. Despite the fact that the doctor Viktor had spoken to had said that they were happy for me to leave Dr Lenkov was less happy about it. There was a lot of arguing in angry Russian while Viktor and I sat there waiting to find out it I actually could go home or not (Viktor translating the bits I couldn't understand). Finally a decision was made and I was discharged. Dr Lenkov wasn't overly happy but she conceded that if Viktor was with me it would be better than if I was on my own.

In the taxi on the way home Vitkor and I sat in silence, our fingers entwined on the back seat. His thumb rubbed soothing nonsense on the back of my hand and I leaned against his shoulder, relishing his warmth next to me. I could feel myself starting to drift off, I hadn't been sleeping properly during my stay at the hospital and that was entirely due to not having Viktor there. When we stopped outside the house he had to give me a little shake and a kiss to my forehead to bring me back to full consciousness again.

As soon as the door was closed behind us Makkachin came bounding up to meet us, barking happily. Viktor stood in front of me so that I wouldn't get knocked down and do even more damage to my knee. Makkachin looked up at him, confused.

"Makkachin sit," Viktor said firmly and she did as instructed. "Good girl," he said leaning down to scratch behind her ears.

"Hey Makkachin," I said, doing the same, "did you miss me?" Makkachin barked again, clearly wanting to jump up at me, having not seen me in a while either but she dutifully stayed seated and settled for licking my hand instead. "I missed you too," I said, smiling and she leaned forward to lick my face.

"Are you hungry?" Viktor asked me, helping me to slip my shoes off before we began the task of getting to our bedroom.

"Not particularly," I replied. "I've been eating hospital food for a while and it was okay but I don't really feel like eating that much. You?"

"Not right now," he admitted.

"We can skip dinner if you want?"

"I'll make you a really huge breakfast tomorrow," he said with a grin.

"Sounds amazing."

"Do you just want to go to bed?" he asked as we slowly made our way further inside, his shoulder under my arm.

"I think so," I said, "although I would love a nice hot bath. The best I've had is a sponge bath and it was cold and awkward."

"Was the nurse at least pretty?" he chuckled.

"Well Georgi offered," I said with a laugh of my own. "I'm kidding," I told him as a mildly terrified expression crossed his face.

"Good," he said. "If anyone is going to be washing my Yuuri who isn't a medical professional, it's going to be me."

"Now that sounds like an offer I can't pass up."

Viktor took me to the bedroom, ran me and bath, helped me out of my clothes and into it. The hot water was a godsend and I could feel all of my muscles beginning to relax. I was so relaxed I barely noticed when he got in behind me. He picked up a cloth and washed my back, muttering about how beautiful I was to me as he did. I was only half listening, just relishing being back home and back in his arms again. It felt as if none of it had ever happened and the hot water even stopped my knee from twinging every so often.

Lips on my neck had me sighing contentedly, leaning my head to the side in order to give him more room. I didn't realise what he was doing until I felt his hand on my thigh under the water slowly travelling higher and higher.

"Mmm Viktor..." My breath ghosted passed my lips and I leaned back into him. Feeling his hands on me was amazing and I was already craving more even from the minimal contact. I could feel myself beginning to get hard. After this long being apart from him my body was desperate for him and I wanted to feel him against me.

"Yes star?"

"We... we should probably move this to the bed," I stammered. As much as I wanted him having sex in the bath was out of the question (no matter how stupidly large his bath was we had tried it once before and it didn't work).

"If that's what my Yuuri wants," he said, his fingertips tracing the line of my erection from base to tip.

"Oh god yes!" I moaned softly, my eyes slipping closed and relishing the feeling of him touching me.

"You wish is my command then," he said.

He got out of the bath and helped me out, wrapping one of the huge fluffy towels around me before taking me back through to the bedroom. Makkachin was curled up, sound asleep in her basket so we weren't going to be disturbed any time soon and that thought made heat pool in my stomach. Because of competitions and begin away from each other on and off since the season had started it had been so long since we had last had sex.

Once we were inside the bedroom, the door firmly closed just in case, Viktor lay me down on the mattress, neither of us particularly caring that we were both still a little wet from the bath. He loomed over me, smiling down at me before he began placing kisses up and down my neck, his hands roaming over my chest.

"V... Viktor!" I moaned, arching up into his touch. "Please..."

"How do you want to do this?" he asked between kisses. "We probably shouldn't put too much pressure on your knee. I think Dr Lenkov will have me strung up if she finds out your knee got worse from a sex injury."

"Probably," I tried to laugh but it came out as more of a strangled moan as Viktor's fingers began to tease one of my nipples.

"Then how about you stay right where you are and I'll ride you," he suggested.

My breath caught in my throat. "Th... that sounds good," I said, my voice coming out as more of a choked whisper than actual words and Viktor chuckled at my inability to hold it together. Whenever I was inside Viktor it felt as if I were the luckiest man in the world and the sight of him riding me really was something to behold.

"Then you just lie back and relax," he said before he began trailing kisses down my neck to my chest, "I'll take care of you."

My breath stuttered passed my lips and my head fell back into the pillows as hot, wet kisses were placed on my heated skin. He stopped briefly at my chest to flick his tongue over one of my nipples and I let out a strangled groan of his name. I slapped my hand to my mouth, already embarrassed about how lewd I sounded from so little stimulation.

"Don't hold it in love," he said. "I've been fantasising about the beautiful sounds you make for months now, relishing when I can hear them again and so please don't cover them up."

"O... okay," I said through my fingers. I left my hand over my mouth but my fingers spread so that the sound wouldn't be covered.

"You're so beautiful Yuuri," Viktor cooed as his kisses began to move down, over my chest to my stomach and lower. I could feel his breath, hot and heavy, against my cock and I sunk my teeth into my bottom lip as I tried to hold myself together.

"V... Viktor... oh god!" I cried as that sinful tongue of his flicked out between perfect lips to run up the length of my cock.

"Yes Yuuri?" he asked, a teasing glint in his eye.

"Please don't stop!" I moaned thrusting my hips up slightly, desperate for more of the amazing heat of his mouth.

"Well who am I to deny a request when it's begged so nicely like that."

Without another word he engulfed my cock, taking me right to the back of his throat on the first go. I cried out, my fingers twisting the sheets beneath me for something to hold onto. He began to bob his head, drawing me closer and closer into abject pleasure, and I wanted to grab onto his hair. Run my fingers through it and hold onto him for dear life. With shaking hands I reached out and sank my fingers into his hair, unable to resist the pull anymore, and the moan that sounded in his throat went straight down my cock and sent pleasure coursing through my entire body. I could feel myself getting closer and closer, having been without him for so long, but I didn't want it to end too soon.

"V... Viktor," I stammered, giving his hair a gentle tug. He seemed to get the message and pulled off my cock with the most filthy sound I'd ever heard. He looked up at me from between my legs, a slick grin plastered on his face.

"Yes star?"

"I... I..." I couldn't seem to get my words out, my voice didn't seem to want to work and it felt as if my brain had short circuited.

"Yes?" he pressed, obviously enjoying the fact that he had rendered me practically speechless.

"I want to fuck you," I finally managed to choke out.

A low groan that sounded more like a growl left his throat. "Fuck, Yuuri, do you have any idea how hot you sound when you ask that?"

I couldn't answer. My voice had decided that it was time to stop working all together, especially when Viktor reached over to the bedside table and rummaged in the top draw before he found what he was looking for – lube and a condom. I watched, completely and utterly transfixed, as he tore open the condom packet with his teeth and rolled it onto me. The tease gave my cock a few swift pumps once he was done to keep me hard (as if it was going down any time soon) before he took up the lube and squirted a generous amount onto his hand, spreading it and coating his fingers in it.

"Don't ever take your eyes off me," he said echoing my own words from last year back at me.

"As if I could," I said, my voice so strained it was barely above a whisper.

I watched as he turned, straddling my waist and spreading his legs, and pushed his backside towards me so I would have the best view. My breath stuck in my throat again and I briefly wondered if there was a chance that I was going to pass out as he slipped his hand down and pushed the first slick finger in. Both of us moaned in unison as he began to pump his finger in and out of himself.

"Oh god, Viktor," I moaned as a second finger swiftly joined the first, "you look so good like this. So beautiful."

"So do you, my Yuuri," he grinned over his shoulder, his words turning into a groan as he gave his fingers a particularly hard thrust.

I watched, hypnotised, as he added a third finger and this was without a doubt the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. There was a light sheen of sweat on his skin, a blush covering his cheeks and his mouth was hanging open in utter bliss. Seeing Viktor – the Viktor – completely wrecked and fucked out because of something I had done was always a massive boost to the ego and I no longer wanted this to be a spectator sport.

I picked up the lube from where he had dropped it and squirted a generous amount onto my own hand. As I watched him finger himself open I ran my hand up and down the length of my latex covered cock, coating myself in the lube. A low groan sounded in my throat and it caught Viktor's attention as he looked over his shoulder, the look in his eyes completely broken.

"Fuck Yuuri!" he groaned. "You look so good like that, can't wait any longer, want to feel you inside me." A pulled his fingers from himself and positioned himself over my cock. Looking over his shoulder he took hold of the base and was about to sink down onto it.

"Wait!" I cried, stopping him.

"What?"

"I want to see your face."

His trademark grin spread over his lips. "Well who am I to deny that request either, I just can't say no to you."

"Like I can say no to you either," I said on a breathy chuckle.

"True," he said as he turned, straddling my hips again but now facing me. He reached behind himself and I felt him take hold of the base of my cock. Swiftly he lined himself up and sunk down onto me until he was fully seated in my lap, taking me all the way in. He felt so hot and tight that it made my head spin and the feeling of penetration made strangled moans sound in both of our throats.

Either it didn't take Viktor very long to adjust to the feeling or he didn't want to wait because he began to thrust his hips up and down, riding me. His pace was hard, fast and desperate and I wasn't sorry for that. I had no idea just how frustrated I had been since the start of the season but everything was coming out now. I began to thrust my hips up into him, matching his pace, determined to bring him to the edge before I came.

I grabbed his hips, using them as leverage so that I could get as deep as I possibly could, my eyes never leaving his face for a second. Changing the angle of my thrusts slightly had me slamming into his prostate and he practically screamed. He let his head hang backwards, exposing the beautiful column of his neck and I just had to have a taste. I pushed myself up into a sitting position, my arms going to wrap around Viktor's frame, pulling him close and planting kisses all over his neck. Teeth and tongue also joined the fray and Viktor was a panting, moaning mess in my arms.

As we fucked one of my hands, the one still covered in lube, snaked in between our bodies and wrapped around his cock. I began to pump him, matching our thrusts, and he grabbed my shoulder with his sticky hand, nails digging into the skin, while his clean hand sunk into my hair. I let him pull his head up so that he could kiss me, a kiss that was all tongue and passion and I could feel just how close he was, just how desperate he was.

"Yuuri..." he gasped, pulling away from my lips for a brief second in order to speak, "I'm close, I'm close, oh god I'm so fucking close."

"Cum for me Vitya," I murmured against his lips before pulling him back down into another kiss and fucking up into him as hard as I could.

A few more thrusts and I felt him still in my arms before something warm and sticky covered my chest. He moaned into my mouth as he came and tightened around me so much, to the point that my vision began to fade. He was so tight and so hot and him babbling praise and affirmations into my ear as I gave one final thrust was what pushed me over the edge and I exploded inside the condom.

We stayed like that, holding on to each other, our bodies slick with sweat and panting as if having skated a particularly hard routine, for a good few minutes before Viktor pulled back to press kisses to every inch of my face he could. Neither of us said anything, we just held each other and everything felt perfect. It was as if the accident had never happened and I hadn't just come out of a long stint in hospital.

"I should probably run us another bath," Viktor chuckled.

"Probably," I agreed. "As much as I want to fall asleep right now, we probably shouldn't."

"For one thing you're still inside me," he chuckled. "I should probably make sure that we didn't jolt your knee either." On shaking legs he pushed himself up and the heat of his body was gone.

"It doesn't hurt or anything, " I said. I was already lamenting the loss of his warmth and I just wanted him back in my arms. I could feel an unease begin to creep into my chest. He always hung around more after we had sex (Viktor's very clingy, especially after an orgasm) and the fact that he was already, nearly halfway to the door made my heart ache. "Viktor..."

"Don't worry star, I won't be long," he said turning to smile at me. That radiant smile helped to warm away the chill that seemed determined to settle inside me.

"Okay," I said, my voice small and anxious.

He crossed the room to me and tilted my chin up so that he could press a kiss to my lips. It was softer and a lot more chaste than the ones we had just been sharing but it was no less passionate and filled with every bit of love he had for me.

"I love you," he told me as he pulled away.

"I love you too," I replied, a smile spreading over my lips.

"I'll go and run this bath, get you cleaned up and relaxed and not give your doctor any more reasons to hate me," he chuckled, linking his fingers with mine.

"Okay," I said, this time sounding a lot less worried. Everything was fine. Why wouldn't it be?

He gave my hand a gentle squeeze and left the bedroom. I lay back against the mattress, almost too tired to move (I couldn't really put weight on my knee so I couldn't really go anywhere on my own, all I could do was lie down). I stared at the ceiling for a moment. Now that Viktor was gone the unease, the feeling that something was a little off, beginning to creep back into my heart. I shook my head and sat up to remove the condom. I knew that I was being stupid – Viktor loves you, you're just over thinking things – that it was just my anxiety talking, there was nothing for me to be worried about and, like an idiot, I ignored it.