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Chapter 3

Simple Moments with you

"Alright, I think this is the last box." Yuuri said to Viktor, as he carried another box to the kitchen where Viktor was putting away Yuuri's kitchen utensils.

"Good, I felt like we've been unpacking for days!" Viktor exaggerated.

It was the next day after Yuuri moved in with Viktor and the two of them have been unpacking since this morning. Yuuri didn't bring an insane amount, just the necessities, clothes and a few special possessions, but the task has proven to take longer than they thought, courtesy of Yuuri's mother. She ended up giving Yuuri and Viktor a bunch of her old kitchen supplies, which resulted them having to pretty much reorganize the entire kitchen so they would fit.

The last box was full of pots and pans, which were quickly put away in a low cupboard. "There, now all I need to unpack is my suitcases." Yuuri said as he stood back up.

Viktor walked next to him and rested his arm on Yuuri's shoulder and looked around the kitchen. "Most of the kitchen stuff was from your mother right? She sure sent you a lot!"

"And she would have sent more if I didn't try to stop her. I swear, she's probably shipping another box of utensils as we speak." Yuuri joked.

Viktor turned to him, "Hey, we can always think of them as engagement presents." He said, shooting him a subtle wink.

For a moment Yuuri was quiet. He shyly looked towards the ground and fiddled with his ring, "W-Well we ARE engaged…"

Viktor stared at him before his face split into a smile and his cheeks went pink. He pulled Yuuri towards him and hugged him close, "Yuuri, you're so adorable!"

Yuuri blushed, suddenly embarrassed by Viktor's teasing, "Viktor!"

"But you're right Yuuri," He said, resting his face on the top of his head, "We're engaged and the thought of it makes me so happy."

Hearing Viktor say that made Yuuri feel more at ease. Yuuri wrapped his arms around him and buried his face into his chest. He could hear Viktor's heart beating quickly and he smiled. It's true he wasn't as smooth and flirty like Viktor but he was glad that he could at least make him happy and he knew he felt the same.

By the time they finished all the unpacking and got the boxes folded up, it was nearly 3 in the afternoon. Viktor looked at the clock and gasped.

"I'm supposed to meet Yakov at 3:30 to discuss the upcoming season!" Viktor explained as he hurried to the door and got his shoes and coat on, "He's going to kill me if I'm late!" He turned to Yuuri, "Do you want to come with me? We're having the meeting at the rink where we'll be doing all our practicing."

Yuuri smiled and shook his head, "Maybe tomorrow, I still need to unpack my clothes."

He nodded, "Okay, well I should be back before 7. I'll can get some groceries for dinner tonight.".

"Sounds good." Yuuri nodded.

They said good bye before Viktor hurried to meet Yakov.

Once he was gone Yuuri let out a sigh "Now to unpack my clothes…" He turned to a door that sat next to the entrance. "Viktor said he put my suitcase in the bedroom."

He pushed the door open and saw Makkachin was resting on the bed. When Makkachin saw Yuuri, he lifted his head and wagged his tail.

"So this is where you been." Yuuri said as he walked to the bed and petted Makkachin on the head. "Hiding in Viktor's room and sleeping on the bed, huh?" He stood up and looked around Viktor's room to look for his suitcase, which he found across the room, by the window.

"There it is…" He mumbled as he walked over to it. He laid it down flat and started unpacking it. Next the window was a large walk-in closet, where Viktor has already made room for Yuuri's shirts and pants. He put the pyjamas, underclothes and socks in the large dresser that stood across the end of Viktor's bed.

Once Yuuri was don, he went back to Viktor's bed and let out a huge sigh as he sat down, "Okay, NOW I officially moved in!" he triumphed.

Makkachin heard him and rolled closer to Yuuri and nuzzled under his arms, wanting Yuuri to pet him.

He smiled and stroked Makkachin's fur as he looked around the bedroom, paying close attention to every detail. The room was cozy, not too big or too small. Just passed the window, across from the closet was a desk, where Viktor left his laptop charging. He turned and looked across the end of the bed to the dresser. Above it was shelf, which Viktor has decorated with photos, his gold medals and a set of Matryoshka dolls that stood in line.

Viktor's room still looks pretty spacious despite how much stuff he owns…Yuuri thought. Suddenly Yuuri's heart began to beat fast.

Correction. This wasn't just Viktor's room now.

Right…this is my room now too. Yuuri's cheeks went hot as he thought of this, but he wasn't embarrassed. A smile then appeared on his face. It's mine and Viktor's room….OUR room.

Yuuri rubbed one of his eyes from behind his glasses as he let out a yawn. "So far the worst part about moving in with Viktor is getting over this jet lag…" he mumbled.

He removed his glasses and put them on the nightstand next to the bed, threw his head against the pillow and before he knew it he was fast asleep.

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It made Yuuri feel warm inside as he thought of the idea that he now shared a bed with his fiancé, though he'd be lying if he said he was never once the least bit nervous about it once. A couple weeks ago when Yuuri was still preparing to move, he and Viktor were talking over skype, when the topic came up.

"Are you almost done with all your packing?" Viktor asked him during their conversation.

Yuuri nodded, "I can ship most of my things in a few days and then I just need to puck my clothes and stuff."

"Great!" he beamed as he stared at Yuuri through screen "And to think, Only 2 more weeks until we are finally reunited!" He cheered.

Yuuri suddenly remembered something, "Oh yeah, my dad was also curious if he was going to need to ship my bed or not."

"Your bed?"

Yuuri scratched the back of his head, "W-Well I told him that we most likely wouldn't, since you most likely already had an extra bed for me so-"

"But Yuuri," Viktor interrupted, "I live in a single-bedroom apartment. I don't have an extra bed."

"You don't? So wait, where am I sleeping then?" He asked.

A smile dangled on the corner of Viktor's lips as he tilted his head, "Well I assumed you would just share my bed with me."

Yuuri face turned bright red and he nearly fell back in his chair when he said that, "Wh-What?! W-We're sha-sha-sharing?!" he stuttered.

Viktor was barely able to keep his face straight before he burst out laughing, "That was the cutest thing I've ever seen! You should have seen your face!"

"Wh-What?"

Viktor's laughing subsided and he smiled up at Yuuri, "I was only teasing you, Yuuri. I have one guest room and have been preparing it for you. Of course, I would love to share a bed with you someday, I don't want to force you if you don't feel like you're ready."

Yuuri looked down and avoided his eyes. Augh, seriously, why the hell did he have to do that? Yuuri fidgeted with his fingers. Despite his embarrassment and the panic he felt moments ago, a part of him felt slightly disappointed and irritated when Viktor said that he was only teasing him. He back up at Viktor with a serious look.

"Yuuri?" He puzzled, "You're not mad are you?"

Yuuri shook his head to deny his claim and after a few moments he mustered up enough courage, took a deep breath and spoke "I don't want a separate room. I want to be with you, Viktor…" He said, his cheeks beginning to heat up again.

Viktor blinked, "A-Are you sure that what you want, Yuuri? Don't get me wrong, I'm happy to hear that, but I don't want you to feel uncomfortable. We can take things slow-"

Yuuri interrupted him, "I'm not going to feel uncomfortable!" He looked into his eyes, "It's not like I'm moving in as your roommate. I'm you're fiancé, so I WANT to be with you. I know I'm not going to be uncomfortable because it's you, Viktor. The man who I love and is eventually going to be my husband!"

Viktor was speechless at what Yuuri told him. After a few moments he nodded, "Alright Yuuri, as long as you know you're okay with that." He smiled, "I know I am and I can't wait to share my life with the one I love too."

Yuuri felt like he had so much confidence during that conversation, but when he first arrived in Russia and it came around time to head to bed, Yuuri began to question if he was really okay with this.

Yuuri was laying on the side of the bed closer to the window. Why the hell am I so nervous?! It's not like we never shared a bed before?! He thought, remembering how they normally ended up sharing a bed every time they stayed in a hotel.

He turned to Viktor, who was sitting up and reading. When he noticed Yuuri looking at him and raised his eyebrows. "Yuuri, are you alright? Your face is red and I can feel you heating up from here!"

He gasped and quickly rolled over to his side, facing away. "Oh, don't worry about me! I'm fine! It's just the jet-lag! Anyway I still have to unpack tomorrow so I'm going to turn in now! Good night!"

"Oh, well alright then." Viktor said, not really convinced, "Well I'll turn the light out now, good night Yuuri." He reached across and turned off the lamp before laying down on his side.

Viktor fell asleep rather quickly but Yuuri's nerves just didn't seem to calm down. He tossed and turned as sweat ran down his face. He was facing towards the window as he let out a sigh. If this keeps up, I'm not going to get any sleep at all! Yuuri thought.

Yuuri heard Viktor's body shift closer towards him and without warning, his arm wrapped over Yuuri from behind and his chest pressed against his back. He was so close now and for a split second, Yuuri's body heated up and his heart began to race.

But it was only for a second. As Viktor cuddled up against him, Yuuri could feel his warmth and soft breathing as it blew across his hair. Suddenly everything felt so natural and he could barely remember how only seconds ago he was completely nervous. Yuuri knew this is what he wanted, to be with Viktor. That was something he was definitely sure of. His nerves began to calm, his eyes became heavy and before he knew it Yuuri was asleep.

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Yuuri was awoken from his nap by a loud crashing sound, Makkachin's barking and the yelling of a frustrated man speaking in Russian.

"Mmm, what? Is Viktor back already?" Yuuri mumbled, rubbing his eyes as he slowly sat up in his bed. He reached for his glasses and once they were on he turned to the window and was surprised to see that it was already dark out. He looked at the electric clock that rested on the dresser and saw that it was already after 8. "Woah, how long was I asleep?"

Suddenly Yuuri was startled by the sound of the fire detector. "What the hell is going on!?" He jumped out bed and busted through the door. "V-Viktor?!" Yuuri panicked as he frantically looked, "I heard the fire detector go off?! Is everything alright?! Where are the flames?!"

"Everything is fine Yuuri," He heard Viktor yell to him. He turned and found him in the kitchen. "Just a little accident while cooking dinner."

Yuuri blinked when he saw the state of the kitchen. There were pots all over the counter, food peelings and crumbs all over the floor, smoke coming off the pots and a stressed out Viktor forcing a smile on his face as he looked at Yuuri. A little accident?!

He hurried to the kitchen and took over the situation. He turned off the stove tops and put lids over the pots before opening a window to fan the air out, finally stopping the fire detector. Silence at last…. Yuuri sighed.

"So did you have a nice afternoon nap, my sleeping beauty?" Viktor asked, from behind next to the stove, making Yuuri turned his head towards him. "When I got home, you were fast asleep. I thought of waking you but decided against it and started cooking supper." Viktor shot him a flirtatious wink, "Though I was tempted to play the prince and wake my sleeping beauty up with a kiss."

Yuuri smiled and chuckled as he turned around, "Honestly, I probably would have preferred that over a fire alarm screaming in my ear." He walked over to Viktor, "But seriously, what the heck happened here?"

Viktor let out a nervous laugh, "Well…I was attempting to cook you katsudon for dinner, but I ended up slightly overcooking the rice….and the pork…"

Yuuri turned to the counter. The pork was burnt to a crisp and when removed the lid where the rice was cooking, all he saw was an indescribable black substance that stuck to the bottom of the pot. "SLIGHTLY, over-cooked you say?" He raised an eyebrow at Viktor.

Both of them stared at each other and went silent for several moments. "So I guess charcoal for dinner is out of the question…" Viktor eventually said. He scratched the back of his head and let out a sigh, "To be honest, I kind of knew this would be a disaster. Cooking has never really been my strong-hold. Unless the thing I'm cooking is really basic, I burn nearly everything I touch." He let out a small laugh.

Yuuri stepped closer to him and suddenly grabbed both of his shoulders, looking at him straight in the eyes. "Viktor, you're an amazing skater, a great coach, a wonderful fiancé and I truly love you. However, please, for both our sake, let ME do the cooking!"

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After cleaning up the kitchen, Yuuri cooked both of them a simple vegetable stir fry for dinner and spent a quiet evening together at home before they both decided to turn in for the night around 11. Yuuri went ahead to the bedroom while Viktor decided to have a quick shower before going to sleep.

By the time Viktor got back to the bedroom after his shower, Yuuri was fast asleep on his side, facing his direction. How much sleep does my sleeping beauty need? He thought, smiling to himself. He didn't even bother to turn the light out.

After turning out the light, he crawled into bed and laid down on his side towards Yuuri. The room was dark, the city lights that came in through the window were just enough for Viktor to take a moment to admire his fiancé's face. His mouth was open and Viktor could hear his breathing. He has taken his glasses off for the night and bits of his black hair dangled over his eyelids. Oh how Viktor wished he was awake so he could see his beautiful brown eyes. Though awake or asleep, with or without glasses, Yuuri would always be absolutely beautiful to him.

Viktor reached towards Yuuri and gently stroked his hair through his fingers. I am so lucky to have you with me… He thought. Viktor leaned up and lightly kissed Yuuri's temple, "I love you so much…" He whispered to him, being careful not to wake him.

Viktor moved closer to Yuuri before laying his head down on his pillow towards Yuuri, their foreheads nearly touching. He rested his arm over his side and smiled at him again, before finally going to sleep.