Yuuri settles to St. Petersburg quite comfortably.
Victor’s apartment is spacious – there’s white walls and fancy design furniture; and Yuuri absolutely adores the view over the city, as the clouds slither over the buildings, the rays of sunshine breaking through the bleak whiteness of the winter sky. The view, however, isn’t the best part – neither is the design furniture, or the white walls that reflect light.
It is something much more simple.
They sleep together, and evenings are a comfortable routine after two months of cohabitation. Victor puts the light out. Yuuri puts his phone on charge. Makkachin jumps next to them. Victor tangles their fingers together and Yuuri kisses his forehead, whispering good night and shuts his eyes, knowing that in the morning, he’ll wake up in this bed, next to this person, and he still can’t quite believe how lucky and in love he is.
Victor wakes up every morning to his husband (his husband) curled around him, their legs tangled together, the weight of Makkachin’s head on his stomach and he’s so full of love it’s almost too much. The morning sun slides over St. Petersburg softly and he can hear the seagulls as they battle against the winds of the Baltic Sea, the shimmering ocean splashing white foam against the shore.
It’s winter and it’s cold, but Yuuri’s hand is still holding Victor’s, cool fingertips dancing against his skin. Yuuri shivers as goosebumps rise on his skin and Victor pulls him closer. There’s a soft kiss shared between them, then another. It’s gentle and slow, the pull, their lips gliding together and Victor can taste Yuuri’s smile on his lips. Yuuri’s mouth is plying as Victor opens his mouth and slips a little tongue in. Yuuri’s other hand slides in his hair and it’s quite wonderful. There’s a good morning somewhere in between.
Sleeping in Victor’s bed, waking up to soft kisses and warm cuddles, the view of his husband (his husband) standing in the kitchen, holding a cup of coffee in his cold hands, bare feet tapping against the floor as he leans against the window and looks at the skies with a concentrated scowl – Yuuri’s heart swells and it all feels unreal.
Yuuri settles to St. Petersburg just fine.
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