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It wasn't until Yuuri was standing in the courthouse watching Viktor talk to the judge that she realized she was actually married. It took less than a week to get everything together. Rings, a tux, flowers and a beautiful gown. She honestly felt like a princess wearing it. She didn't know when the excited feeling would go away, but she hoped that it wouldn’t. She wanted to keep this floaty feeling in her chest for as long as possible.
Shaking out of her thoughts, she stepped over to where Viktor was. He turned to her, smiling brightly. "Ready to go my princess?" He hasn't stopped calling her since the day everything had been decided, so a week, but it still made her blush lightly.
They followed the rest of the Russian skating team out. Yakov turned to them. "I made reservations at a restaurant, and you two," pointing at Yuuri and Viktor, "will finish moving the rest of her stuff into your apartment, so take tomorrow off from skating and rest. Come back the day after. Got it?" The group nodded at the coach in confirmation.
They all went in different directions, deciding to meet at the restaurant.
Viktor had driven her to her hotel, happy that she wouldn't be living there for much longer. "Would you like me to come up with you and wait so you can see the apartment today, or would you rather I pick you up?"
Yuuri bit her lip looking between the hotel and Viktor. He noticed her trembling hands. "Yuuri,” he spoke softly, in a tone he hoped was reassuring, “nothing will happen that you don't want. If anything, I would rather us wait and get to know each other before we take a step like that."
Viktor could see the relief in the way her shoulders relaxed. "Come up with me?"
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Viktor's eyes roamed around the room. It was bigger than he’d thought it would have been, but it still wasn't a five-star hotel. He turned when he heard the door click open, eyes widening at what Yuuri was wearing.
Viktor choked on air when he tried to speak. Yuuri stepped out wearing a knee length, black cocktail dress. It was sleeveless and skin tight, and it made the already beautiful girl look downright sexy! "What? Is it too much? Would something else be better?"
Viktor shook his head and cleared his throat. "Oh! um, n-no, you look… se― uh... beautiful."
Yuuri blushed pulling some of her hair over her shoulder to fiddle with the ends. "Thanks! Phichit had me buy it. Actually, he made me buy most of my clothes the past few years."
Viktor grabbed her hands, an unreadable emotion flashing in his eyes. "Who is Phichit?"
Yuuri tilted her head in confusion at the sharp tone in his voice even though his hands were gentle. "He is my best friend. We were roommates back in Detroit. He's the one who helped me how to learn to land Quads."
Viktor’s shoulders relaxed after that, he was also intrigued by how she did land Quads. "How did you learn Quads? I figured you just did it until you got it."
Yuuri tilted her head. "No. For some people that may work, but for me, we had to do a lot of research. You were actually our main subject. We got your height and weight, and inputted all that into a massive math problem, we only had to do a simple conversion for my body weight, height and balance. Once we figured all that out, we had to find how much that is in actual weight for me to be able to workout. So, my legs have to be able to lift a minimum amount, not only to be able to jump but also have enough speed to get in enough rotations. After we figured all that out it was mostly working out and balance exercises. Once we got there, we had to recalculate everything because my weight changed a little bit because of all the muscle I gained in my legs." Yuuri lifted her dress about half way up her thigh and flexed, she smirked at him, "I can crush a watermelon with my thighs alone."
Viktor gulped and blushed, averting his eyes. "T-that’s very nice."
Yuuri laughed and grabbed her clutch purse for the evening, walking past the still blushing Viktor. He snapped out of his embarrassed daze and followed after her, leaving the hotel for Viktor’s apartment.
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Yuuri looked up at what was apparently Viktor's apartment. She couldn't contain the gasp that escaped after seeing the elegant lobby. It was more beautiful than most of the hotels she'd ever stayed at.
"Y-you live here?" Viktor nodded at her. "Here?!"
"Yes, I've lived here for a few years now. Is it not okay? We can move somewhere else if it's not." he offered, thinking that it wasn't enough.
Yuuri shook her head frantically. "N-no, it's f-fine, more than fine. I just wasn't expecting something so… this."
Viktor looked confused, but smiled his heart-shaped smile, "you'll love it I promise!" He led her towards the elevators, "they have great security, so we don't have to worry about press coming in the building. The view is also beautiful, day or night! They have a workout facility on the second floor for residents; it's open 24/7, so you can use it anytime you want." They both stepped onto the elevator, "The hot water lasts for a very long time, even during winter time! The kitchen is huge! I can't cook, but everything is there if that's something you want to do." Viktor continued to list random things about the apartment and the shops that were within walking distance.
Yuuri smiled at Viktor's enthusiasm. She was still nervous about moving in with him in general, but she hoped that would go away.
Yuuri didn’t know what to expect when she stepped into the apartment, but it definitely wasn’t the almost sterile condition.
Viktor looked around with her and seemed to realize what Yuuri was seeing. He tried to say something, but could only open and close his mouth a couple of times before giving up. Instead, he stepped away. "I'm going to go change. Go ahead and make yourself at home."
Yuuri nodded and stepped into the living room and over to the book case. Almost all the books looked to be in mint condition except for a couple that looked well worn. There were also a few trinkets that looked to be from different countries.
"Yuuri." She turned to him and blushed. Viktor had emerged, dressed in a stylish three-piece suit. The shirt was white with a gray vest and jacket so dark it almost looked black.
"I know that we are getting to know each other, but I want to make a few things clear: That I won't be with anyone while we are married, and that this place is yours just as much as it mine, so you are more than welcome to change or add anything that you would like. I want you to feel like this is your home too." Viktor explained waving his arms around the room.
Yuuri felt that there was far more that Viktor was trying to tell her with those words―far more than she was able to fully comprehend. There was something deeper to their meaning, and she couldn’t help but smile at the thought."Viktor. Thank you, but if there are changes that happen, we'll do them together."
Viktor seemed a little shocked by that, freezing up for a moment, "…Yuuri, what do you want me to be to you? This marriage can be anything you want. So, which would you like? I could be a brother figure, or a friend… lover?" she raised her hands shaking her head.
Stepping towards him, "Viktor, can you just be... you? I don't need anything, so just be yourself."
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Yuuri sat in the passenger seat of Viktor's car on the way to the restaurant that Yakov made reservations at. She stared at the huge diamond ring and recalled the conversation that they had when he put it on her finger.
Viktor slid something on her finger above her wedding band, "I know I'll make mistakes and I know I'll do something to upset you, but I’ll always try my best to make it up. I promise to always be there for you, no matter what it is. This is my promise―that you'll never be alone―so thank you for marrying me."
Yuuri looked at him and then around the apartment. She looked back at him and smiled, "Viktor, you're not alone anymore. I'll stand next to you for as long as you want me to."
He looked surprised that she would say that.
He smiled his heart shaped smile, "forever then!"
She laughed with him and then finally looked down at what he slid on her finger. There were so many diamonds and it sparkled so bright that it practically blinded her, "VIKTOR!"
He cut her off before she could protest, "this is my promise. Wear this so you will always remember, okay?"
After agreeing reluctantly, they left.
Mila was the first to spot it and she hadn't even sat down yet. "Holy shit! That ring's worth 2 million Rubles!”
Yuuri went pale and turned to Viktor. "What the hell did you put on my finger