16. things you said with no space between us, viktuuri
Prompt 16. things you said with no space betweeen usTitle 2 A.M.Fandom Yuri!!! On IceRating GeneralWord Count 700+Notes Imagine your OTP imagining your OTP as dogs... __________________________________
Two A.M. is the time of night when words aren’t necessary,where comfortable silence curls up in the sheets alongside legs tangledtogether, hands softly running through hair, two hearts beating the rhythm of alove song. St. Petersburg’s two A.M. streetlights casted shadows over thebedroom walls, over the bruised shoulder blades and the bare stomachs of thetwo sharing the middle of the bed, pressed chest to chest and nose to nose.
It’s the time of night when words weren’t necessary, butthey shared them anyway. They liked the sound of each other’s voice.
“Yuuri.” At his name, Yuuri’s hands paused, Viktor’s hairstill entwined between his fingers. The look Viktor gave said he didn’t likethat, like he wanted the gentle pampering to continue even as he spoke.
Yuuri laughed a little and trailed his hand downwards,cupping the side of Viktor’s cheek. “What is it?”
“I have a question,” he said, then without waiting for areply, continued, “If I was a dog, what type of breed would I be?”
Yuuri had contemplated this before, had thought through acouple different types of breeds in grave detail, but one breed immediatelypopped to mind. Long legs, soft hair, and longer faces. “A Borzoi. Definitely.”
“Why a Borzoi?” came immediately afterwards, with Viktor’s facefalling into a self-righteous pout. “Is it because they come from Russia? Youneed to put more thought into it than that!”
“No, of course not!” Yuuri laughed again. He loved thatpout, Viktor always looked like a child with his face all puckered like that.He loved it. He loved Viktor. “When you see a Borzoi, you think ‘oh, that dogis so beautiful and graceful.’ But when you get to know one, they’re justreally big dorks with long legs.”
Viktor’s face went blank for a moment in thought, before heblinked and seemed satisfied enough. “Well my legs are pretty long. And borzoishave nice hair, too. Okay, I’d be a Borzoi!”
Yuuri was rewarded with a kiss on the lips and Viktor’sdelighted smile as they pulled apart.
Now it was Yuuri’s turn.
“What about me?” he asked, mentally preparing himself for whateverViktor was to throw at him.
Viktor’s brows furrowed in deep thought. He cupped a hand tohis chin. “Hmmm…”
Yuuri had caught on to the fact that when Viktor was tryingto buy himself some time, he would pretend to become absolutely fascinated by something miniscule. Thistime it was the shadows moving over the walls, dancing like rippling water orspirits left forgotten. It was cute. Annoying, but cute.
Suddenly Viktor’s eyes brightened like diamonds and he smiledwide. “I would have to say that Katsuki Yuuri would be… a mutt.”
Yuuri was guessing Shiba Inu or, maybe, an AustralianShepherd, but Viktor was always full of surprises, good and bad.
Of all things, a mutt.
“Wh-What!?” Yuuri gaped, aghast.
“What?” Viktor asked right back, face comically blank. “Whydo you look so upset?”
“Why a mutt?”
“Well, you would be big and strong but fluffy and adorable,but nothing seems right enough. You aren’t just one thing, you’re… Yuuri.Skater. Dancer. Friend. Lover. Soon to be husband.” Viktor gave him one ofthose dumbstruck romantic grins he wore so well. Yuuri’s heart was drumming. “Andall mutts are unique, right? So you’d be Yuuri, the best type of mutt in theentire world: half amazing, half terrific!”
“Oh,” was all Yuuri said, but his brain was screaming,derailing and chugging at a thousand kilometers an hour. Viktor was so cute butalso how dare he? How dare he be so cute and compare him to a mutt and make it sound sappy andromantic and sweet, like it was the most natural thing in the world—
Yuuri was pulled out of his thoughts with something softtouching his cheeks. Coming back down to reality, his eyes focused on Viktor’sface, just inches away from his own, eyes crystalline blue even in the dimlight, cheeks rosy pink.
“You’re all red, Yuuri,” Viktor said with a chuckle, leaningin to steal another kiss. “It looks good on you.”
And without warning, Yuuri was suddenly on his back,shoulders pinned down by Viktor’s strong hands. Laughing, Yuuri wrapped hisarms around his fiancé’s neck and pulled him down for another kiss, deeper thistime.
