Winter Challenge
December 11
Characters: Wolfram, Yuuri, Gunter, Gwendal, Greta, Annisina
Rating: PG
Wolfram scowled and wrapped his arms better around his body, trying to keep in his body heat. It was beyond his understanding why Yuuri would want to be out today. It was so cold that the water on the lake had frozen over. All he wanted to do was stay by the fire today and do something quiet, with Yuuri.
But no. As soon as the King had heard that the surface of the lake was frozen solid, he had announced that he wanted to go ice skating. Stupid Weller had agreed at once and so they had all trouped outdoors to go slide around on the ice.
Well, Yuuri and Konrad were out on the ice anyway. Gwendal had somehow made it to the middle of the ice and was stuck there, slipping with gross indignity every time he tried to move, so he just stood there, watching. Gunter was going around the edge of the lake in large circles, clinging to leafless bushes for balance. Annisina was over to one side, skating with Greta. And Wolfram...
Wolfram sighed and shifted uncomfortably on the hard wooden bench before glaring at the ice skates on his feet. He was over here, Yuuri was over there, and the King could care less. It was a depressing thought.
Yet Yuuri always seemed to confuse him nowadays. One minute almost affectionate, the next pulling away. It had succeeded in making Wolfram thoroughly annoyed and equally perplexed.
Wolfram propped his elbows up on his knees and set his chin in his hands, just starring at the snow when a shadow fell over him. He looked up quickly and saw Yuuri standing over him.
“Wolfram,” Yuuri said, scratching his head in slight confusion. “Why are you over here? I mean if you don’t want to skate, you can go back inside. It’s got to be cold sitting here.”
Wolfram starred up at him for a moment and then looked away sharply. “I’m fine,” he snapped. “Don’t worry so much.”
But to Wolfram’s surprise, Yuuri suddenly leaned closer instead of leaving to go back to the ice.
“Oh, I get it,” Yuuri said with an almost predatory grin. “You don’t know how to skate!”
“What!?” Wolfram squawked, his face turning bright as he was caught. “Don’t be stupid. Anyone can skate.” He turned away with a huff. “Who wants to slide around on the ice anyway?”
Wolfram heard Yuuri shifting his weight in the snow and managed to keep back a sigh as he saw him take a step away. But he couldn’t hold back a gasp when he felt Yuuri take his hands and pull him to his feet.
“Yuuri!” Wolfram yelped as his fiancé pulled him away from the bench. “What are you-” But his words where cut off when his feet hit the ice and he began to slip.
“Oh hey!” Yuuri stepped forward quickly and caught Wolfram under his arms, pulling him upright. “I gotcha.”
Wolfram allowed himself to lay his head against Yuuri’s shoulder for a minute, venomously denying the fact that he was blushing. “Yuuri,” he mumbled, “I, I can’t, I don’t-”
But Yuuri cut him off with a warm smile and took his hands again in his own. “That’s okay,” he insisted, raising one of Wolfram’s hands still clasped in his own to his lips, drawing a delighted gasp from his fiancé. “I’ll teach you.”
Characters: Wolfram, Yuuri, Gunter, Gwendal, Greta, Annisina
Rating: PG
Wolfram scowled and wrapped his arms better around his body, trying to keep in his body heat. It was beyond his understanding why Yuuri would want to be out today. It was so cold that the water on the lake had frozen over. All he wanted to do was stay by the fire today and do something quiet, with Yuuri.
But no. As soon as the King had heard that the surface of the lake was frozen solid, he had announced that he wanted to go ice skating. Stupid Weller had agreed at once and so they had all trouped outdoors to go slide around on the ice.
Well, Yuuri and Konrad were out on the ice anyway. Gwendal had somehow made it to the middle of the ice and was stuck there, slipping with gross indignity every time he tried to move, so he just stood there, watching. Gunter was going around the edge of the lake in large circles, clinging to leafless bushes for balance. Annisina was over to one side, skating with Greta. And Wolfram...
Wolfram sighed and shifted uncomfortably on the hard wooden bench before glaring at the ice skates on his feet. He was over here, Yuuri was over there, and the King could care less. It was a depressing thought.
Yet Yuuri always seemed to confuse him nowadays. One minute almost affectionate, the next pulling away. It had succeeded in making Wolfram thoroughly annoyed and equally perplexed.
Wolfram propped his elbows up on his knees and set his chin in his hands, just starring at the snow when a shadow fell over him. He looked up quickly and saw Yuuri standing over him.
“Wolfram,” Yuuri said, scratching his head in slight confusion. “Why are you over here? I mean if you don’t want to skate, you can go back inside. It’s got to be cold sitting here.”
Wolfram starred up at him for a moment and then looked away sharply. “I’m fine,” he snapped. “Don’t worry so much.”
But to Wolfram’s surprise, Yuuri suddenly leaned closer instead of leaving to go back to the ice.
“Oh, I get it,” Yuuri said with an almost predatory grin. “You don’t know how to skate!”
“What!?” Wolfram squawked, his face turning bright as he was caught. “Don’t be stupid. Anyone can skate.” He turned away with a huff. “Who wants to slide around on the ice anyway?”
Wolfram heard Yuuri shifting his weight in the snow and managed to keep back a sigh as he saw him take a step away. But he couldn’t hold back a gasp when he felt Yuuri take his hands and pull him to his feet.
“Yuuri!” Wolfram yelped as his fiancé pulled him away from the bench. “What are you-” But his words where cut off when his feet hit the ice and he began to slip.
“Oh hey!” Yuuri stepped forward quickly and caught Wolfram under his arms, pulling him upright. “I gotcha.”
Wolfram allowed himself to lay his head against Yuuri’s shoulder for a minute, venomously denying the fact that he was blushing. “Yuuri,” he mumbled, “I, I can’t, I don’t-”
But Yuuri cut him off with a warm smile and took his hands again in his own. “That’s okay,” he insisted, raising one of Wolfram’s hands still clasped in his own to his lips, drawing a delighted gasp from his fiancé. “I’ll teach you.”