Vtoraya Polovinka
Word count: 14.2k
Rating: Explicit
Chapter: 4/4
Summary: On-ice fights, candlelit surprises and midnight confessions, Shane is treated to a night he won’t forget. * "I’m not going to sit on your face.”
“Yes, you are,” Ilya tried to pull Shane down, but he refused.
“You wouldn’t be able to breathe, and I’m too heavy.”
“You are light as a feather, and what does it matter, you will last ten seconds, twenty, max. I can hold my breath longer than that.” * Read on Ao3
















