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The moment that Victor had opened the curtains to a glorious scene of white he knew that he would have to wake up Yuuri instantly.
Despite being on the other side of the glazed glass and settled comfortably in his heated home, he could practically predict the way that his fingertips would go numb in the cold. A snowstorm had occurred overnight and despite the weather forecasters warning that some amount of snow would fall, it seems like had unpredictably multiplied overnight.
"Yuuuriiiii!" Victor sang, his bare feet thudding as he made his way back to bed where Yuuri was still in slumber.
A groan left Yuuri's mouth, evident that he didn't want to wake up just yet. Lingering in dreamland, grasping onto the last few moments of a dream that he'll forget the second that Victor asks what exactly happened.
The bed shifts under Victor's weight as he sits back on the mattress. He lets a minute pass, admiring his partner in deep slumber. Victor's eyes linger on the softness of his lips, tempting him for a kiss. As if drawn by a magnet he leans forward, allowing his body to be compelled by Yuuri.
Just stopping inches away from his lips, Victor calls in a low tone, almost a whisper. "Yuuri…it's snowing outside."
Like a trigger to his body, Yuuri's eyes widen. His expression is in disbelief, pulling him away from the sheets and the comfort of the mattress. There's only two things that Victor has ever seen Yuuri get this passionate about: skating and the first day of snow.
It had been a long hot summer and an even longer period of Autumn. The temperature was dropping but not fast enough for Yuuri's delight, no, it wasn't enough to cause snow just yet. Almost every morning Yuuri was refreshing his weather app or sometimes Victor caught him looking up at the clouds as if they would somehow promise snow to fall.
But now…just a few days after a well rested Christmas it seems that Yuuri's wish has been granted.
"I don't get a good morning kiss?" Victor pouts, watching as Yuuri makes his way over to the window standing just where Victor was a few seconds ago.
"Are you serious?!" Yuuri questions, pulling back at the curtains just to see the full layers of snow scattered everywhere. The town seemed unrecognisable, the small inn that they were renting for the holiday period seemed to have transported them to another place.
Almost enough to remind the two men of their homes.
"We have to go out there," Yuuri turned with a wide smile spread across his lips, "we have to make today our first official snow day!"
"Will I get my good morning kiss out there?" Victor taps his lips with a hint of impatience.
Yuuri looks away, already flustered. "Eventually."
"Then that's all I need to go out there with you Yuuri."
"I mean you should wrap yourself up with a hat and scarf so you don't get sick—"
"Or rather that I do get sick and you can play doctor for me?" Victor raises his brows, his dishevelled hair from sleep seeming so fluffy that Yuuri had the urge to just run his hand through his locks.
He imagines how beautiful Victor would seem with a few snowflakes stuck to his hair. A smile appears on Yuuri's face, a dimple appearing on the left side of his cheek. He tilts his head, "Sure, Victor."
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Yuuri can't remember the last time that he felt the snow fall directly on his face.
The snowflakes drop slow, they drift, unsettled and unsure of where to land.
Yuuri watches, his eyes focused on one snowflake, following it until it reaches its destination melting into the rest of the snow pile.
From afar Victor's shouting his name across the entire field of snow, waving his arm sporadically enough to cause the scarf that Yuuri had gotten him as a gift to begin to unravel from his shoulders.
Yuuri tuts to himself, making the mental note to wrap him up tighter. He can't afford to let Victor become so sick so easily. Yuuri takes a step, his snow boots almost disappearing in the snow. It's still so fresh and soft, tempting Yuuri to just lay completely in the snow and just…rest.
But he has a boyfriend to join and make snow angels with.
Victor watches as Yuuri makes his way, trudging through the snow with a careful pace. The tip of Victor's nose turns pink as he waits patiently, his gloved hands hold a small pyramid of snow to demonstrate to Yuuri. "It's so fresh Yuuri, nothing like the city sludge we would normally see."
Yuuri nods, leaning forward to inspect closer at Victor's hands. In a surprise Victor throws the snow at Yuuri, "Rookie move!" Yuuri blink, the snow covering his eyelashes. He left his glasses inside since Victor was in such a rush to come out and enjoy the snow straight away. The feeling of snow directly on his face is refreshing, the coldness of the ice wakes him up a little more and brings him back to reality.
Yuuri takes a moment to really be present, taking in Victor standing in front of him and barely able to keep still as he crouches down to grab another handful of snow to probably throw. The tips of his nose gone pink as well as his cheeks and Yuuri can't help but notice the plumpness of his lips.
He wonders how cold they would feel against his in this temperature.
Victor is quick to notice that Yuuri's gone idle, often taking a step back to observe. With a gloved hand outstretched, Victor offers him to come closer and insert himself in.
"Let's make snow angels, I guarantee mine will be better than yours."