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you slightly jumped at the warm, large hand that squeezed your thigh. looking up, you see viktor hunched over you whilst caressing and staring at your skin. his demeanor was akin to when he's deep in thought trying to decipher a difficult equation. confused, your heart began to pound furiously and your cheeks reddened. you tried not to gaze at his long, dexterous fingers.
"viktor?"
"you're so soft..."
something about his deep voice laced with his lovely, thick accent combined with the feel of his calloused hand on your smooth thigh had your brain malfunctioning. it took you a few seconds to gather yourself and you answer in a shaky breath, "i thought you're not particularly fond of human flesh and its weaknesses."
his golden eyes finally landed on yours, and after noticing your flushed face, he smirked. cheeky bastard. "well, there's always an exception."
all reasonable thinking had flown from your brain and you blurted out, "i think you're just horny for me."
a beat of silence ensued and you found yourself absolutely mortified at what you had just said. just as you're considering hiding under a rock for the rest of your life, viktor chuckled, his eyes twinkling. the tension between the two of you dissipated and you slowly smiled. after all, his joy is contagious and always such a sight to behold — like spring.
"i am." he replied, startling you and making your body temperature rise for the second time in less than a minute. and his hand was still on your thigh.
"what?!"
