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Yuuri plops next to Victor, bowl of popcorn cradled in his arms; there are bits of caramel and M&Ms and other assorted sweets in the mix, because they're allowed two cheat days per fortnight. Yuri and Minami join them occasionally for these movie escapades but tonight both men are sweeping through a massive playlist, eager to find inspiration for next season’s skating music.
“Are they at the rink?” Yuuri pops a few pieces of their treat into his mouth.
“Mmhmm,” Victor’s mouth is all caramel and he slumps right down into the couch with a beatific sigh, “They said they’d spend a couple of hours there then get some dinner, so I booked them some extra time.”
Yuuri smiles, “I’m glad they came around. You’re a wonderful coach, Victor.”
“You know a lot of it was your influence too,” Victor kisses his cheek and Yuuri feels like he’s wearing gold again, “They look up to you. Your rhythmic training inspires them, makes them think outside the box. And, okay, maybe they’re a little afraid of you after, ah…”
Yuuri nods solemnly but he can’t help the creeping smirk at the memory. Victor throws his head back, laughter spurting from him at Yuuri’s obvious visual cheek; his hand hits the bowl and popcorn goes flying at them, with a few getting lodged in Yuuri’s uncombed hair. They take one good look at the mini snack disaster and end up sliding to the floor together in breathless tears.
“Victor!”
“You got that look in your eye, love! You know it makes me laugh!”
“Honestly, you’d think you’d find some tact after that incident.”
“You made a reporter forget his own name! What was I supposed to do?”
They dissolve into another wheezing fit, and Yuuri wraps himself around his husband, not caring that there’s flakes of white and chocolate strewed over them. He always loved this about Victor, the childlike mischief that he reaches for with grabby hands at every opportunity. For someone with sublime form on the ice, Victor shows massive bouts uncoordinated hilarity in the safety of their home and it makes Yuuri stupidly happy.
Victor soars now. He’s light at heart just as he is on his feet and Yuuri loves him as fervently as the day they met. Speaking of which…
“Our anniversary is next week,” Yuuri says; Victor’s lips settle into the crown of his hair and there’s the slight crunch of a stray kernel.
“It is,” he giggles.
“I…I ordered new ribbons. The red ones you said you liked.”
Victor’s entire body goes lax, “And…”
“Annnnnnd,” Yuuri walks his fingers along Victor’s arm, up to his shoulder and neck, all the way to his nose…where he gracefully boops him, “we can put on the movie now, right? Pride and Prejudice, you said? Let me get something for this mess.”
“YUURI!”