This was inspired by a line in a Yuri On Ice fic, of all things. (and yes u bet I'm posting all my ridiculously short snippets)
He holds her bridal-style, footsteps light on his way to the stone bench, and only when the orange-haired boy kneels in front of it does he set her down.
Even with his head bowed, the boy is tall. He's still, save for barely noticeable breaths. She need only reach out at chest height to touch his hair…
Yuki's hands, alighting on her shoulders, spin her away from her thoughts. "He is yours, my lady, as am I." He speaks softly, but the words land in her hair weighted and cool like snowflakes. "Your wish is his command." His lips on her cheek ground her.
The boy at her feet moves then, slowly, to take her hand in his and kiss it. Even after, statue-like once more, his mouth hovers close to her skin.
She swallows, heart thumping. "M-My wish…" Gently, afraid to startle him, she frees her hand from the boy's and places it on his cheek. "Look at me."
Yuki's fingers tighten ever so slightly upon her, and she feels the boy's jaw tense, but her voice refuses to tremble. "Please. I want you to look at me."
The boy lifts his head and meets her eyes, garnet staring without shame. Her breath catches in time with Yuki's quiet gasp.
"Thank you," she whispers.
The boy brings his hand up and covers her own, still resting on his cheek. All the while his eyes stay latched to hers, deep and searching.
"Thank you," she says again, to know she can still speak. She feels open and vulnerable under his gaze, known completely in but a few seconds. Yet she isn't afraid. Nothing has ever felt so right.
"My lady," the boy murmurs, holding her hand tight to his cheek.
Yuki's sigh just reaches her ears.
She smiles.