A Cold First

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Yuuri should’ve listened.

‘I really should’ve listened.’ Yuuri thought as he pulled over another sweater over himself, the sweater being a futile attempt to shield himself from the harsh winter air outside Viktor’s cozy and very much heated apartment. ‘Heattech’s got nothing in this outdoor freezer you call a country.’

Not even Makkachin’s curls and affectionate welcome home kisses could ease the stinging cold present on his cheeks and most especially his nose.

As he continued to shed more and more layers of clothing and opting to keep two layers of fluffy sweaters on his body, Yuuri trudged inside the apartment, two grocery bags hanging from his hands. The central heating in Viktor’s apartment building was a lifesaver in Yuuri’s stay in Russia. 

Though, sometimes the heat just wasn’t enough.

Yuuri stood in front of the kitchen counter as he unpacked the groceries for the week, taking them out one by one and placing them in the fridge.

Viktor was out for the night, saying that Yakov wanted to finalize some arrangements in their new schedule and will be returning late. 

“You don’t have to wait for me, Yuuri. Yakov and I will probably have a drink after it. I’ll be back in a bit.” Viktor pressed a kiss on Yuuri’s cheek before bending down and scratching behind Makkachin’s ears. “If you need anything, just call me. I’ll see you later!”

So Yuuri was all alone with Makkachin in the apartment.

After eating dinner, Yuuri decided to just head on to bed, Makkachin excitedly following him and curling against him in bed.

Yuuri gave a soft pat on Makkachin’s head, wrapping his arms around the poodle’s warmth as he willed himself to sleep. However, his clothes had nothing on the cold. (Well, maybe they do help a bit). The thick blanket did most of the work in heating Yuuri up. He curled his body even more under it, bringing his arms under the thick wool while still wrapping his arms around the snoozing poodle. 

‘My first Russian Winter huh…’ Yuuri thought as he tried to morph himself into a blanket burrito. ‘I need to get used to this. The cold will not bother me. I skate on the cold, this is nothing.’

After a while of enduring with only one thick blanket, Yuuri proceeded to gather more blankets into the bed, burying himself in them as a way to keep the cold out of his system. 

Even with the array of blankets wrapped around him, Yuuri still couldn’t sleep. By the time, his eyes were already threatening to close he hears the door to the bedroom open, a stream of light pouring into the dark cold room.

“There must be a problem with the heating again.” Viktor’s voice muttered lowly. “It’s not supposed to be cold like this.”

“Viktor…” Yuuri struggled as he sat up, and Viktor chuckled at the sight of his fiance. “Welcome home.”

“You didn’t have to wait for me, Yuuri.” Viktor pressed a kiss on Yuuri’s cheek as he removed his shirt and slipped into his sweats.

“It’s not that…” Yuuri said lowly, clutching the blankets wrapped around him.

“You look like a caterpillar.” Viktor moved to his side of the bed. 

“I needed to be if I don’t want to freeze to death.” Yuuri’s cheeks still held a light blush from them. 

“Come here.” Viktor wrapped his arms around burrito Yuuri, settling into place in bed as Makkachin moved to her place at their feet.

“Viktor.” 

“Yes, Yuuri?”

“Come inside.”

“W-what?”

“N-NO, that’s not what I meant. I mean…come inside the blankets with me? You don’t exactly wear a shirt and you might you know, catch something.”

“Aw, Yuuri!!”