The King's Queen

           She hadn’t even waited until he was fully through the door when she threw her arms around his neck, pulling him down to her and into the house, her foot thoughtlessly kicking the door shut behind him as her lips pressed against his own. Instantly she felt a warmth spread over her, her hands slightly shaking as they ran through his hair; all thoughts of the possibility of him being tired after practice leaving her the moment she saw him. It was as if she couldn’t waste a moment to be with him, to touch him, to be as close as possible to him. She loved him so much, but she knew she had to show restraint, having been raised on composure and calculation, but all that seemed meaningless when he was around. He was so reckless and free and fun and funny, and she had her own qualities, but she always wished she could be more open and as reckless as he is. 

           Her days seem to be dragging on longer, between university and her father piling more work onto her – training her to be his next heir to the seat of director of his company – she’d been seeing less and less of JJ, or anyone else for that matter. 

           Trying to wrap things up for the day, she’d gotten home earlier then she usually had nowadays, but it was still close to midnight, which wasn’t saying much about her usual days. She hadn’t expected JJ to be up, already settling in on the idea of getting ready for bed and sliding in next to him, content in simply hugging him as she drifted off to sleep. However, as she got home and noticed the lights on, she couldn’t help the elated grin from spreading over her face, lighting up at the sight of him. Her tired body instantly rejuvenated with energy, as she stepping into his arms, wrapping her arms around him as she relished their reunion. It felt like it had been so long, but it had barely been over two weeks since they’re really been with one another. 

           “JJ,” she breathed, pressing close to him, taking in his warmth and scent, anchoring herself to his strong built, wondering how she’d gone through the past few weeks without indulging herself in him. All those dreary days seemed to be long winded, but nothing compared to a moment in his arms. 

     a  request  simple  enough   ,   yes   ,   &  one  otabek  hardly  minded  doing  in  exchange  for  her  HELP   .   furrowed  brows  lifted   (   if  only  just  SLIGHTLY   )   to  cause  a  change  in  demeanor   ,   less  PRESSING  as  he  had  been  before   .     ❛   can  you   .  .  .   PLEASE  talk  to  him   .   ❜

      hands  fitted  into  pockets  as  he  shifted  his  weight   ,   an  air  of  awkwardness  surrounding  him  as  he  waited  for  a  response   ,   which  had  slowly  become  a  GRUELING  task  as  he  stood  there   .    

           She smiled at his demeanor, feeling a little bad to ask more of him as his appearance showed just how uncomfortable the task made him. She tried not to laugh as she tilted her head, an air of tranquil acceptance warming her expression, attempting to soothe his brooding silhouette. “I’ll do what I can. I’m sorry if you find JJ to be too familiar, but I hope you can try to be on friendlier terms with one another at your own pace from now on.” 

❄ ————   With her arm in his, Yuuri’s stomach finally settles ( though there are still periodic grumbles – those butterflies that live in his stomach are awfully weak towards stress – and assholes, but mostly stress these days ), and the pendulous weight on his shoulders lifts, if only a bit. 

            “ Thanks – for doing this, by the way ,” he says, leaning in just a tad, feeling his cheeks color though he’d swear it was from the cold, “ taking time out to help me even though I’m technically your fiance’s –” he pauses, feet busying themselves with the task of keeping up ; he swallows, “ well – JJ’s opponent .” 

           She didn’t lose step. continuing her long struts over the chilled pavement as she glances toward his figure. “Just because you both compete together doesn’t mean we can’t act civilized toward one another off the ice.” Maybe she could even get JJ a friend. Usually the other skaters avoid him because of his boisterous nature, but she believed they just didn’t understand him. If her words could help her fiancé, even a tiny bit, she hoped she could strike the embers of a friendship with the other. 

          “  i’ve  been  trying  to  keep  my  grip  …  yeah,  i  think  i’m  over  this.   ”  //  cardiac  arrest.  bad  suns.

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☢ = falling over

           It was ice, of course people slip and fall all the time. However, as a professional ice skater, she would think the other had more control in his element. But screw ups happen every once in a while, and being the closest one to him with no indication of others approaching, she walked over to help him out.

                                              ❛        it’s  nice  to  know  you’re  up  there  cheering.                  you’re  the  loudest  anyway.     ❜                   he’s  teasing  her  as  arm  encircles  waist,                      drawing  her  close.               ❛    no  one  else  has  a  support  system  quite  like  me.    ❜

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@qwccn // STARTER CALL. ( closed )

               “ ahhhhhhhhh— ! “ voice bubbles to life in a mix of excitement & the heat of alcohol. he’s quick to spot a familiar face, though it does take him a moment to recall her name. he remembers her face though — jj’s fiance, if he’s not mistaken….isabelle? isabella ! yes, that was her name …. viktor had found himself at some restaurant he would likely forget the name of within the week, ready for a meal & a few drinks. he had already downed one drink & had no intention of stopping anytime soon… however, it was awfully lonely. he motions excitedly to his table, hoping that she’d accept his invitation, “ isabella – come ! come sit with me !”

           She hadn’t intended to run into any of the skaters, though she should have known as it was a restaurant that was somewhat close to the hotel they were all staying at. But it was surprising that he called for it, having thought none of the skaters would pay her any mind, for in their minds she assumed they thought she was just an accessory to the Canadian skater. 

           Making her way over, she didn’t mind joining the other for a meal. She was alone anyways, JJ busy with his parents practicing and planning for his routines. She wouldn’t disturb him, of course, but a small part of her wishes he’d relax and spend some time with her. But she’d be irked if JJ did that to her while she was busy, so she would extend the same curtesy back to her fiancé.