Yuuri was in his room getting ready for the day when a soft knock came at the door. He opened it and his eyes widened in shock.

"V-Viktor! Wh-What…"

Viktor laughed out loud at how adorable Yuuri was. Then he looked even closer at the man in front of him and his heart started beating faster. Yuuri wore a tight navy athletic shirt that clung to every toned muscle, and black athletic pants that hugged his hips and thighs nicely. Viktor brushed passed Yuuri into his room.

"Get ready Yuuri, we are going out!" Viktor dangled a pair of car keys.

"Wh-What? Where? What do you mean going out?" Viktor chuckled again.

He's just so cute when he's frazzled.

"What I mean is, today for our session, instead of being in a stuffy small room, we are going out of the hospital and going somewhere… special. Somewhere I think you might enjoy."

"B-But how?"

"I booked one of the hospital outing vans. I am your therapist, so I am allowed to take you out of the hospital for a bit." Viktor's smile never faltered. "So come on! Get your shoes on, we don't have all day. Oh! Forget about having the disgusting breakfast here, were going to stop by and pick something up." Yuuri was still confused over what was happening, but quickly put on his shoes and grabbed his jacket and followed him out the door.

A few minutes later, Yuuri was sitting in the front seat of the van, his hands fidgeting in his lap as Viktor drove. They both sat in silence, with the radio playing softly in the background. Viktor pulled the van onto a side street and parked in front of a café.

"First stop, breakfast! I am starving." Viktor rang out while getting out of the van. Yuuri reluctantly got out of the van and followed Viktor to the café, following one step behind him.

The café was small but homey, and thankfully not that busy. The display case presented various pastries and cakes. Viktor stood with a finger on his chin in front of the counter, perusing the menu and display case. "Hmmm, I think I might go with a croissant. No, maybe a muffin. Ah! I don't know! It all looks so good! What are you going to get Yuuri?"

"I-I don't have any money on me, its back in the nursing station at the hospital." Yuuri looked down at the ground, embarrassed.

"I know it is. It's my treat. But don't tell any of the other patients." Viktor put a finger to his lips in a shushing motion and winked. Yuuri blushed and he smiled his small smile that Viktor loved so much.

A few moments later and 20 back and forth decisions from Viktor on what he wanted, they sat at a small round table by the window. Viktor took a bite of his croissant "Vkusno!" Yuuri let out a giggle; he covered his mouth in surprise on what had escaped it. He hasn't giggled in a very long time. Viktor looked up from his croissant, beaming at Yuuri upon hearing that beautiful sound that left his lips. Yuuri's face flushed and he picked up his tea in order to focus on something else.

Viktor took a sip of his fancy coffee and observed Yuuri over his mug. He noted that his eyes kept darting around the café; his body posture seemed tense and rigid. Viktor put down his coffee cup, with all seriousness plastered on his face. "As your therapist, I have to ask you. How are you feeling right now, being out of the hospital and in this environment?"

Yuuri took a bite out of his muffin, thinking as he chewed. He did feel slightly anxious, which was his normal, whenever he went out in public. But for some reason, he didn't feel like he usually felt. Like his anxiousness was dialed back a bit. Normally when someone asked him how he was doing, he would lie and say that he was fine, not wanting anyone to fret over him. He didn't want to lie to Viktor; he made a promise to him the night of the movie. "I-I am feeling a bit anxious, but…" Yuuri paused, unsure how to continue.

"But what, Yuuri?" Viktor inquired.

"I don't feel like I normally do. I am not comfortable being here, but I feel like it's more… manageable. I think it's because you are here with me." Yuuri looked down at his hands on the table, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Viktor smiled the biggest smile, his heart racing. He couldn't believe what he just heard, and it filled him with such ecstasy. Not knowing what to say in response, which was rare, he reached across the table and grabbed one of Yuuri's hands into his own. Yuuri lifted his head, still red from embarrassment from his comment. They eyed each other, without saying any words, Yuuri understood what Viktor was trying to convey, and a small smile spread across his lips.

Viktor broke the silence first. "Let's get going." Yuuri nodded once and followed Viktor out the door, walking side by side.

Viktor pulled up to a building that Yuuri didn't recognise. It was a plain brick building with large windows. Viktor hopped out of the van. He went to the back of it, pulling out a duffle bag from the trunk. Yuuri was even more confused.

What is this place?

What are we doing here?

How is this part of therapy?

More and more questions ran through his mind. He didn't like not knowing what was going on. Yuuri fell back a step behind Viktor, he grabbed onto the back of his jacket to get his attention. Viktor turned around and saw Yuuri's eyes wide and darting, his breathing was accelerating, and his hands were wringing together close to his chest. Viktor quickly sprung into action, not wanting to make Yuuri feel even more anxious. He reached out and pulled him in an embrace, feeling his body trembling against his own. Viktor leaned closer and whispered reassurances and reminding him to keep breathing in his ear, while stroking his head and back. He knew that the approach he was taking was not entirely appropriate and not at all what a therapist should be doing with a patient. But at that moment he didn't care, his only thought was Yuuri.

"I'm not going to leave your side Yuuri. Everything is going to be fine, I promise." Viktor pulled back a little, he put his hand under Yuuri's chin to pull his head up, so he could see his face. "Do you trust me?"

Yuuri's mouth fell open. He nodded twice. Viktor could feel Yuuri's body start to relax and released him. "Good. Then follow me. I promise you will like this." He grabbed him by the hand and dragged him towards the building. Yuuri's hand still slightly trembling.

They went in through a side door and climbed the stairs to the second floor. There was one door when they reached the top, and on it, announced it was a dance studio.

"A d-dance studio?" Yuuri asked surprised.

Viktor laughed quietly and pulled out a ring of keys, fumbling to find the right one. "Yes, it's a dance studio. A friend of mine owns it, so he sometimes lets me use it when he doesn't have classes." Viktor found the right key and unlocked the door.

"How? Why? You mean I can…? Wait… You dance?" Yuuri was still dazed and couldn't formulate full sentences. He was excited, nervous, and full of joy at the thought he could dance, he missed it so much.

Viktor laughed a full belly laugh. He grabbed Yuuri by the hand, ignoring all his questions. "Come on, lets go in."

The whole second floor of the building was the dance studio. As soon as they walked in, there were benches on one side with little cubbies to put your shoes, and on the other side were hooks to hand up coats. They walked further into the studio passing the front desk, and beyond that were the changerooms. Once they passed the hall the space opened into a wide-open area. On the far wall were floor to ceiling windows expanding the full length of the room, mirrors covered the rest of the three walls. Ballet barre's ran across the mirrors and even extended across the windowed wall. The polished hardwood floors gleamed with wear. Yuuri walked further into the room, smelling the familiar smell only dance studios can provide.

"I'm going to go change. In the meantime, why don't you look around, get familiar." Viktor turned on his heel and headed back to the changerooms.

"Change? What do you mean?" Viktor was already gone. Yuuri shrugged and wondered around the room.

What are we doing here anyways?

What does he expect me to do?

What is he planning?

Yuuri heard the door to the changeroom close, he turned towards the sound. Viktor came around the corner with his duffle bag in his hands, setting it down by the doorway. Yuuri's mouth went dry at the sight of Viktor. He wore black knit pants that hugged his hips and thighs, they fell loose around his knees since they were being held up by an elastic hem that he pulled up to just about mid calf. Yuuri's eyes traveled up, licking his already dry lips, Viktor had on a tight white V-neck t-shirt that left very little to the imagination. He already had on a pair of ballet shoes and padded his way over to the dumbfounded Yuuri.

"Here, these are yours. I spoke to your sister before she left for Japan and she brought these over." Viktor handed him his own pair of ballet shoes.

"T-Thank you." He grabbed the pair of shoes from Viktor. Feeling the familiar material brought a sense of calmness to his mind.

"I also left some practice clothes for you that your sister brought. I laid them out in the changeroom for you."

Yuuri nodded and hurried off to the changerooms. Yuuri smiled at the clothes his sister had brought him. His favourite pair of grey jogging pants that were tight around the ankles and a blue crew neck t-shirt were laid out for him on a bench. Yuuri hastily got dressed and put on his ballet shoes before leaving the changeroom.

Yuuri turned the corner to the dance area and stopped dead in his tracks. Viktor was in the middle of the dance floor executing a pirouette. He gracefully took a few steps with his arms raised at shoulder level and completed another pirouette and repeated the graceful steps. When Viktor did another pirouette he continued rotating, his free leg kicking out to gain momentum. Yuuri was mesmerized by Viktor, he was elegant and beautiful. Viktor ended his rotations facing Yuuri with one leg straight back with his foot turned to the side, his front leg slightly bent with this foot turned the other way. His arms were raised, one arm forward and upwards, while the other was pointing slightly downwards and was behind him. A small blush appeared on Viktor's cheeks, and he quickly moved out of position.

"Y-You dance?" Yuuri asked, unable to form anymore words.

"Mmhm. I studied since I was a child in Russia. I came to New York where I joined the New York City Ballet Company. I was a principal dancer for several years." Viktor's eyes shined with his memories of him in his prime. But his eyes quickly filled with sorrow. "Unfortunately, during a practice, I injured my ankle and knee while landing a jump. I never fully healed from either injury, thus ending my career."

Yuuri walked over to Viktor and wrapped his arms around his waist. Viktor was taken back by his actions. After a few seconds, Viktor relaxed and hugged him in return. Yuuri let go from the hug first. "I'm so sorry."

Viktor smiled, and cupped Yuuri's cheek. "I've accepted what happened. At first, I was depressed, unable to do anything. I pushed those closest to me away, I was lonely and angry. I found myself in and out of hospitals as well. It's what led me to be a therapist." He paused for a second, seeing the memories show in his eyes. He continued. "I still dance. I help my friend, who owns this studio, teach some classes. But I can't dance at the professional level I once was." Viktor took a step back, taking a deep breath. "But we are not here for me, we are here for you, so let's get to it." Clapping his hands once, he turned and retrieved his phone from the duffle bag and plugged it into the stereo system.

"I still don't get why we are here." Yuuri asked, as Viktor scanned his music library on his phone.

"We are here because you said skating and dancing are the things you do to make you feel better. I also believe it is part of your anxieties as well.

"Eh?" Yuuri was so confused. How could something that he turned to for comfort, that he made him feel more at ease than anything else, be a source of his anxieties?

"First things first, warm ups!" Viktor passed by a stunned Yuuri to the middle of the floor to complete his warm up. "Yuuri! We don't have all day you know! Get over here!" Viktor called out, waking Yuuri from his paralysis.

I can't believe I am doing this. This still doesn't make any sense to me.

Yuuri sauntered over to Viktor and commenced his normal warm up and stretching routine. He looked over at Viktor while he was engaged in his own stretches. He was astonished at how incredibly flexible Viktor was. Viktor held onto the barre and effortlessly pulled one leg straight up into a vertical split, slowly lowering his torso deepening the stretch. Viktor looked back at him, and Yuuri felt a small blush form on his cheeks. He looked away, suddenly finding his feet that were pointed in front of him more interesting. Viktor laughed quietly, smiling at how endearing he was, without even meaning to be.

"Shall we start now?" Viktor asked.

"What are we doing?" Viktor smirked and walked over to the stereo system. He found the song he was looking for and hit play.

A familiar song filled Yuuri's ears, making him perk up with wide eyes. "T-This is…"

Viktor chuckled. "I heard this song on your 'Skating' playlist. It suites you. You said that you wanted to do a routine with this song. So, lets see what you got so far."

"Eh?"

"I know its not quite the ice, but we can translate it to the dance floor for now." Yuuri could already dance it off the ice, it was his go to routine when practicing. Viktor paused the music and waited for Yuuri to get into position. When he got to the middle of the floor, Yuuri took a deep breath to help center himself and calm his nerves. He was getting anxious, he's done this routine over and over, but never in front of anyone, not even his coach. Yuuri got into position and nodded at Viktor to start the music.

History Maker rang loudly over the speakers. Yuuri started to move his body to the sound of it. This time it was Viktor's turn to be mesmerized. He was completely entranced by the man moving across the dance floor. He's seen his skating videos, but to see him in person creating the music with his body was even more astonishing. Viktor noted that Yuuri seemed a bit stiff and off balance, almost falling a few times.

If he is this captivating now being all awkward, then he's going to be incredible when he is more comfortable. I can't wait to see what he can do.

Yuuri posed as the music ended. Viktor enthusiastically clapped. "That was very good Yuuri." Yuuri blushed at the compliment. "But I need to know, what's on your mind?"

"Eh? N-Nothing. I-I'm fine!"

"Yuuuurrriiii…" Viktor said in a monotoned voice. "…I can tell your thinking too much about something, your body is stiff, you almost fell a few times, and you're not focused."

Yuuri felt defeated. It was like Viktor could see right through him. "I never performed that in front of anyone before." Yuuri looked down at the ground, his hands fidgeting.

"When you start a new routine, no one sees it until you first perform it right?"

"Well yes…"

"So, what's the difference between the first performance in a competition and this one?" Challenged Viktor.

"Usually my coach is the one that creates the routine. I just skate it."

"Hmm… I see." Viktor put a finger to his chin in thought. "Let's do it together. Teach me your routine."

"Huh?"

"Come on! Teach me!" Viktor grabbed Yuuri by the arm and dragged him to the dance floor.

After an hour of learning and repeating the routine, Viktor fell back on the floor, panting, his arms and legs spread out like a starfish. He noted that part way through the last hour Yuuri seemed like he was having fun. His smile grew a little bigger and he even laughed at one of Viktor's jokes.

"Viktor, can you show me that move again, I think I want to add it into the routine." Viktor had gone rogue at one point forgetting the next step, he improvised something else.

"Yuuri, aren't you tired? Your stamina is incredible." Dirty thoughts flashed into Viktor's mind. He shook his head to get rid of them. "Give me a minute to catch my breath."

Yuuri couldn't wait, he was too excited. He's never felt that much bliss dancing before. He loved to dance and skate, but he never felt before what he felt when he was dancing with Viktor just now. Yuuri went through his routine again. Viktor watched him from the floor. He was completely different from an hour ago, when he first did it. He elegantly moved across the dancefloor. Viktor was enthralled at the site of Yuuri.

He's so beautiful.

Viktor got up from the floor and joined Yuuri. Mimicking his movements next to him, dancing together as one. Near the end of the routine, Viktor went rogue again. He reached out and grabbed Yuuri's arm and spun him towards him. He caught him with his other arm and dipped Yuuri. Their faces were a few inches apart. Yuuri's eyes were wide with surprise. Both panting from dancing.

Viktor let go of Yuuri's hand he was still holding and slid it along his side up to his face. His other hand remained still on his lower back. They held like that for what seemed like forever, looking into the each other's eyes. Viktor leaned in closer, their lips a hair breadth away from each other. When Yuuri didn't pull back, Viktor closed that gap and pressed their lips together. The kiss started out chaste at first, but quickly grew into something more passionate. Yuuri moved his arms so they encircled around Viktor's head and neck. One hand went into his hair, feeling the silky softness of it. Viktor grew more aroused by the response Yuuri gave. He darted his tongue out and licked the other man's lips. Yuuri granted him access and opened his mouth to him. The kiss deepening. Yuuri pulled away breathless, his heart beating wildly against his chest, his face flush. Viktor took in what Yuuri looked like with his lips swollen and pink. He leaned down and kissed him again, an innocent touch of lips.

Music started playing startling both men. Viktor lifted Yuuri up from the dip, he walked over to his phone and picked it up. Yuuri stayed where he was trying to figure out what had just happened.

"That was the hospital, we have to go back now."

Without saying a word, Yuuri nodded and headed to the changerooms to get out of the sweaty practice clothes. Viktor watched him leave and went to go pick up the towels and water bottles, when it finally hit him.

Holy shit. I just kissed my patient.

It was a good kiss though.

Viktor blushed thinking back to how Yuuri looked after they pulled away. He groaned inwardly knowing that he was wrong to have done that. But he couldn't stop himself. Yuuri came back into the room with his clothes in his arms.

"You can just put them in the duffel bag for now Yuuri. I'm going to go change, I'll be right back." Before he left the room, Viktor went over to Yuuri, his hand going to the side of his neck and head and gave him a chaste kiss on the forehead. Yuuri's lips pulled up into his small smile, and watched Viktor go into the changerooms.

Yuuri waited for Viktor at the front door with the duffel bag. He came out after a few minutes. Neither said a word to each other while Viktor locked up the dance studio. The drive back to the hospital was filled with deafening silence. Yuuri just stared out the window, trying not to think about what just took place and what it all meant. Viktor occasionally side glanced at Yuuri, worried he might have made things worse for him.

Once back at the hospital, Viktor handed Yuuri his practice clothes and ballet shoes, he held them close to his chest. Taking a deep breath Yuuri peeked up at Viktor. "Thank you for today." He quickly turned on his heels and headed to his room before Viktor could say anything.