I am awake I am alive I still write. Now take this 

*throws tooth rotting fluff*

You deserve this :)

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"Viktor..."

"Yes my love, my sweet, my precious?" A half-naked Viktor called from his suitcase hunt for a toothbrush. Seriously, how does one forget a toothbrush?

"...what exactly am I supposed to wear?" Viktor paused, swimming trunks in hand- wait swimming trunks? It's winter- it's also Viktor never mind. A sheepish look crawled onto his face.

"...Clothes?"

"Honey I love you with all my heart but I will not hesitate to strangle you here and now with no remorse whatsoever." Viktor's little shiver at the words told Yuuri he knew there was no lie there. Shuffling around, Viktor whirled on his feet to peer at Yuuri's outfit. No more like ogle. The staring lasted for a bit longer than it probably should have.

"As exquisite as you look in those skinny jeans my love, probably not the best thing to sleep in, is it?" He teased, turning his attention back to his alarmingly- stuffed bag. "Ever considered going without clothes?"

"I seriously cannot tell if you're joking or not."

"Worth a try." He shrugged, pulling a magenta hood and gray sweatpants from the wrinkled ball of who knows what and tossing it over. "This is like the only thing I have so..." Plopping down on the bed, Yuuri sorted the designated pajamas, pulling the sweatpants out and setting it on the sheets. The hood was old, slightly raggedy, and Yuuri noted a few unknown stains on the side of the sleeve. And it smelled so delightfully like Viktor. He let his face fall into the softness of the fabric, inhaling the scent. The sweet scent of faint cologne, peppermint, and a bit of cinnamon. It smelled like home.

"...or you could spend the night strangling the poor shirt."

"It smells like you."

"I'm right here, ya know." Yuuri only shrugged, refusing to move. He was comfortable; why change that. "Wow, yeah, thanks for giving your FIANCE, someone who you haven't seen in MONTHS, attention. I really appreciate it."

"Sure thing, any time."

"...I'm gonna go take a shower."

"Uh-huh."

"...in the bathroom..."

"Where else?"

"...all alone..."

"Have fun."

"...doooo you wanna join me?"

"I'm good."

Pouting, Viktor trudged over towards the bathroom door, swinging one of those fluffy hotel towels over his shower. Only a few seconds after disappearing behind the closed door, he called out once more.

"Yuuri there's a tub in here!!"

"That's nice dear."

A second later, the sound of muffled running water filled the hotel suite.

"Ooh it's a jacuzzi!"

"How fancy."

Seconds of silence followed, and Yuuri could practically hear Viktor's mind at work.

"It's big enough for twoooo~"

If Yuuri was a sucker for anything in this world other than Katsudon, Viktor, and poodles, it was a jacuzzi. He reluctantly pried himself from the hoodie, weighing the pros and cons.

On one side, he was tired. He was cold, and would be even colder getting out of the tub. He had no other clothes. He'd have to separate himself from the hoodie.

On the other hand, a jacuzzi with Viktor.

"...call me when it's ready."

The next half an hour was filled with cuddles and the rubbing of shampoo into the other's scalps. Kisses were shared, massages given, but their intimacy went no further than that. Still, enough was spoken through these simple actions.

As Yuuri predicted, he basically froze the second he lifted himself from the water.

And as they continued preparing for bed, Yuuri was eternally lucky he packed his toothbrush in his backpack.

He was running his fingers through his hair in a futile attempt to dry it when Viktor emerged from the bathroom, bare chested with nothing but a towel wrapped around his bottom half. He, too, was distracted with a towel drying his own hair, but that towel quickly fell to the ground when he spotted Yuuri. Both the towels, unfortunately. Yuuri didn't even notice the staring until he caught VIktor scrambling for the towel out of the corner of his eye. This was followed with a few seconds of "respectul staring" before diverting his attention away.

"I'd forgotten how much I love seeing you in my clothes..." Viktor muttered, holding the crumpled towel up. "...excuse me for a second..." He disappeared into the bathroom, emerging a few minutes later with pajama shorts and dryer hair. Yuuri refused to ask any questions.

Slipping under the lush covers, it was then that Yuuri realized just how tired he really was. It was as if up until then he'd completely forgotten he had been in Japan only some hours ago. It didn't help that the covers just happened to feel like actual silk, encasing his aching muscles with a warmth that fought against the russian cold successfully. It was almost as if they were coated with a relaxant, resulting in him basically melting into the mattress. A gentle heaviness in his limbs suddenly made itself known.

He turned over onto his side as he felt a dip on the side of the mattress, followed by an arm circling around Yuuri's waist and pulling him closer. Immediately the butterflies were awake and alive inside as a hand found itself stroking his hair. Just a few inches away, Viktor was gazing with an almost-unbelieving look. Upon noticing Yuuri staring back at him, his lips melted into a smile and planted a chaste kiss on the tip of his nose. Which did NOTHING to help him with the butterflies. Viktor then shifted to bury his nose into Yuuri's slightly-damp hair, tightening his hold slightly. And for a few minutes, all was calm, quiet. At peace. As it should be.

"I missed you.. God, I missed you so much." Viktor murmured then, his voice cracking. Yuuri's eyes, which had at some point slid closed, opened at the words, and he pulled away just enough to watch his expression shift from peace to disbelief. "I still can't believe..I mean, you're here and I missed holding you and... and kissing you and just...it just clicked and is this real? Are you really.."

"Viktor...Viktor honey...look at me please" The arms that had been wrapped around Viktor shifted up to cup his cheeks and gently pull his face down so he was left with no choice but to meet Yuuri's eyes. In all the excitement, Yuuri had nearly forgotten it had been months since he'd seen Viktor in person. All those emotions that had built up day after day like a shaken up soda were just now beginning to focus, and as hard as he tried to keep them in, tears began to spring. And at that very moment he wanted to do nothing else but hold that man and never let him go. "I'm here. This is real." Swallowing a threatening sob, he took a second to collect his thoughts. "Vitya..." That word was like a pin to a balloon, and Yuuri felt the chest next to him tremble as Viktor's eyes begin to shine with the sheen of fresh tears. And like a domino tips over the next, his own tears began to tickle his cheeks. "Sweetheart, are you ok?" His thumb wiped an escaped tear that threatened to mar his fiance's perfect face, smearing it into non-existence.

"I'm happy." While it wasn't the expected answer, it was certainly relieving to hear. Viktor pressed his own hand against Yuuri's, lifted it from his cheek, and planted a long kiss there. He followed such with one on a forehead, the tip of his nose, and finally lips.

Warmth. How else can one explain the sensation that coursed through Yuuri other than pure sweet warmth, unlike that of any blanket or hot pocket. One that cannot possibly be described unless one experiences it. And he could only imagine Viktor was feeling that exact warmth when a soft moan left his chest. A sound of pure sensual love. Neither wished to pull away, but the world seemed to have other plans for them, as exhaustion began its harrowing task. Viktor resumed his previous position without another word, resuming the carding of his fingers through the black hair and holding a near-asleep Yuuri to his chest, who clung to him like a child.

"I missed you too." Yuuri murmured into Viktor's skin, nearly unintelligible with the sticky ambience of sleep. It wasn't a minute later that they were both deep under the line of consciousness.

~~~

Birds are the archenemy of night owls, with their incessant squacks about the morning gossip. This morning was no exception, as the silence of the night was quickly marred with chirps and screeches. Tendrils of light peeked through the sheer curtain, coating everything in its path with a seemingly-magical shine. Viktor couldn't help but thank whoever was controlling the sun. Because at the angle at which the light struck his fiance's skin, crawling over his cheek and tickling his eyelids, his face glowed as if it they're made of the purest gold. His cheeks were slightly flushed with a sun kissed pink from the day before. His hair was a mop of slightly sweaty charcoal locks, pooling across the white pillowcase in stark contrast. Light snores were emanating from his parted lips, those which Viktor wished so badly to meet with his own. The warmth against his bare chest was a gentle reminder that such could be accomplished later; for now, he was there, and his Yuuri was there... So all he could do was tighten his grip around his fiance's waist, and continue carding his fingers through the black hair, lightly scratching his scalp in the process. Velvety purrs marred by sticky sleep melted into the atmosphere, making it all the more human, all the more real.

Because sometimes this almost didn't feel real. How could it possibly, when it resembled so well the fairytails he'd often daydreamed about as a child. The musty old smell of parchment and ink from the old dusty books, or the magical jingle resembling the start of his favorite movies; they were always the scents that would warm his stomach, remind him of home and innocence. And for the longest time, those were the only ones. The scent of fresh ice had grown mundane, the once-exhilarating odor of newly-prepared piroshky old and sans excitement.

But, for nearly a year now, a new scent had warmed his way into his heart, made him feel something again. Feel something more, something so nearly forgotten it was almost foreign.

"Love."

"Stammi Viccino" suddenly decided to make itself known by blaring in his ear at full volume, and now Viktor was wondering how he was supposed to get about to turning that off without moving an inch. He resorted to lifting his arm gently from around Yuuri's waist and paw at his phone until it quieted. His previous position was quickly resumed, though the reality of what that alarm meant was a nagging parasite at his side. Clenching his jaw, he fought to disregard it, focusing instead of the glowing man in his arms. If he could wake up to this view every morning for the rest of his life, he would die a happy man.

Yuuri let out a faint sleepy groan, shuffling so close to Viktor he could feel the tickling of his hair against his chin

At this point it would be a miracle if Viktor made it out of here alive. As slow as he could possibly move, he dipped his nose into the pillow of fluffy locks, inhaling the scent and practically swooning. Oh he'd missed this. He missed this, pure uninterrupted alone time. He'd missed this view, the mountain wind shampoo he so loved, the precious mewls that interchanged with soft snores, the warm, heavy, but equally sweet pressure of Yuuri pressed against his side in an undisturbed slumber.

If ever he could describe the feeling of "melting peacefully", this would be it.

"I love you~" He murmured into his personal pillow. "I adore you, lyubov moya." He spoke in a low deep voice, keeping it as quiet as possible. "Moe solntse..." His mouth clamped shut when Yuuri shifted, squirming around with a deep breath.

"Mmmm...Vitya..." The swords were muffled, nearly incoherent, but they were there. And, well, VIktor was now nothing but a puddle on the inside. He wanted nothing else but to be able to pause time right here, and hold onto this moment for the rest of eternity. Forget skating. Forget taking a train back to St. Petersburg. Forget training. Who needs a life when you could cuddle?

And cuddle he did. Gladly.

Viktor wouldn't have been able to fall back asleep if he tried. How could he, when doing so would mean missing this moment? Still, he let his body relax even further, his eyes falling closed and taking a deep breath. Right then, right there, nothing could ruin that moment.

Absolutely nothing.

"I CAN RULE THE WORLD JJ JUST FOLLOW ME I CAN BREAK THE WALLS JUST LOOK AT ME-"

Talk about a mood killer.

"Mmm...Viktor..." Viktor recognized that exhale, and cursed his precautionary second alarm. And the ringtone what was up with that ringtone? "Too loud..." Yuuri groaned, burying his head into Viktor's side as said man wrestled with his phone. Finally, he was able to hit "Snooze", shutting up the incessant music. Sighing a breath of relief, he turned his attention back to his fiance, who was currently wrestling life and the horror that is being awakened. Viktor chuckled softly, petting his head.

"Good morning, my love."

"No."

"No you're not my love?? Yuuri, I'm wounded."

"No, it's too early." Viktor could practically feel the pout through his skin as he pressed a kiss to Yuuri's temple.

"As much as I would love to lay here all day, lyubov moya, we do have a train to catch in a few hours." "And I'm so glad I'm not catching it alone."

"...oh..." Still he remained buried, only tightening his hold around Viktor's chest. "Warm..."

"Ok, sweetheart, up I go."

"Noooo..." Yuuri whined. "Stayyyy."

"I need to pee."

"You can hold it."

"No I can't!" Viktor was full on giggling at this point, wrestling with the body latched onto him. As much as he wanted to stay in bed and hold his fiance, he actually really did have to pee. "Yuuri let me gooo."

"Nooo."

"And you say I'm the clingy one." Finally, he was able to pry one arm from his chest, sitting up fully. Yuuri finally gave up, letting go and sinking back into the valley of blankets and pillows, releasing a long overdramatic groan.

"It's too early for this."

"Well, look who's back in the world of the living." Viktor teased, swinging his legs out of the tent of warmth into the frigid hotel air and slipping his feet into his trademarked makkachin slippers.

"Oh hush you." Yuuri muttered, rubbing his eyes with the back of his fists. "That was one of the best sleeps I've had in months."

"Because I was there, duh."

"Must be." Viktor chuckled again, disappearing into the bathroom and shutting the door. When he opened it a few minutes later, he immediately deadpanned.

"Yuuri..." He called. Nothing. He called again, to no avail. The figure in the bed was completely still.

A moment later, a pillow was sent flying across the room, landing splat onto the figure, who let out a startled yell.

"I'm up, I'm up!"