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grand prix gala
heyy, this is my first YoI imagine and also my first one written from readers perspective and uh yeah, the reader dances with victor at the gala
It’s the night of the big gala. The Grand Prix Gala. With everyone there. Nervous, i exit the cab, hand a few dollars to the driver and climb out of the car. The entrance of the expensive hotel is well lit and women in shimmering dresses as well as men in dark suits stream towards the entrance. I clutch my little silver purse and step on towards the red carpet under my nude heels. I feel my heart beat faster in excitement as I walk up the steps towards the wide open doors and hand my invitation over to the security man. ‘Have fun tonight, miss,’ he says as he lets me pass into the impressive lobby. But thats not where the party is at. Excitement is building up inside me and I stop, taking in the atmosphere, enjoying the feeling. Tonigt, I’m gonna have fun. My light blue silk dress is giving me confidence, feeling the fabric pooling on the small of my back and softly gliding over my skin makes me feel good. My hair that I curled into big waves for the night tickles my neck and I notice that my lips are curved up into a smile. Taking in a deep breath, I enter the big ballroom filled with chatter and music likewise. Its warm and full in here, but not aggravating. Everyone is celebrating, skaters, families and sponsors.
‘Liv, there you are! Finally! Where have you been? We��ve been waiting!’ Mina calls out and pulls me into a hug. ‘Wow, you look stunning tonght! This dress really shows off!’ She eyes me up and down. I giggle as I take a closer look on her myself. ‘Touche, my dear! You’re definetly turning heads tonight! We both start laughing. ‘Come on, let’s get some drinks then. The rest is already there.’ Mina says as she takes my hand and pulls me through the crowd towards the bar. And right, I can make out Chris’ tall figure surrounded by a group of pretty girls in short dresses at the far end of the room. Arriving at the bar I get welcomed by my friends, all in a cheerful mood, supported by quite a bit of champain. Mina hands me a glass as well and we toast on the winner of this years Grand Prix, Victor Nikiforov. After we all took a sip of the champain, Yakov asks ‘where even is Victor ? He’s missing all the fun! He should at least be there when we drink on him, old fool!’ It’s Chris that answers, ‘ He’s over there talking to the sponsors and some other important people. I don’t think we will see much of him tonight. He is going to be quite busy, signing autographs, taking pictures and talking to the important people…’ Mina giggles. ‘Poor Victor. Well, that’s the price you pay for winning. But that means we need to amuse ourselves then! To us!’, she smiles, holding up her glass for the next toast. After chatting and laughing with my friends for quite some time, the band that was playing mainly waltz and foxtrott leaves and my ears pick up on the sound of a different tune. Faster and more modern. Yurio hears it too, his eyes light up and I look at him with a big smile, offering him my hand and and hopping off the bar stool. ‘Let’s go and dance!’, i offer. Grinning widely, he takes my hand and drags me over to the dancefloor that starts getting crowded. We work our way to the middle and start moving to the rythm of the music. Happy, I sway my hips with the beat. After one or two songs, the rest decides to join us. Well, not Yakov and some others excused themselves too but most of the younger people stayed. I laugh to the music, feeling so alive. The faces of my friends show the same expression that must be plastered on mine too. I see Victor dancing at another part of the dancefloor with some people I recognize and even though I hoped to talk to him tonight or spend time with him in general, I am incredibly happy where i am in this moment. He looks really beautiful moving to the melody over there, bending and stretching his slim body, looking so happy. I love seeing him dance. And then- the song changes. Suddenly, I’m far away. I remeber this tune. Some weeks ago, after a day of shopping with Mina and Phichit, we all went to Victors apartement, but the others left soon after dinner. I stayed a bit longer and somehow Victor and I started dancing while doing the dishes. To exactly this song. I glance over to him and my eyes meet his gaze thats already on me. Then he suddenly curves his lips upward in a smile and extends his arm towards me. I find myself walking towards him, through the crowd, the memories of this night still on my mind, the song playing loudly, pulsing through my bones, setting butterflies free in my stormach. I thought he was gonna kiss me back then, when his head was so close to mine at the end of the night, his breath on my neck, when I could feel his laugh rumble through his chest and the heat radiating off him, so close. But he didn’t. Since then I gave up all the thoughts I had about a possible ‘us’ and instead decided to just enjoy our friendship. But in moments like this it’s hard to ignore my nervous heart. As I arrive at his side, theres no need for words. He can read in my face and I can see the memories and the joy of that night in his eyes. I take his hand and fell electricity jolting throgh my nerves. His touch is setting me on fire. He spins me, just like he did that night in his living room and i can hear myself laugh. We fall into a step pattern that sort of resembles a salsa but not quite. His hands are on my hips and I can feel the silky silver strands under my fingers as I close my arms around his neck. Every time he is so close, it strikes me how tall he is. Even with my heels, I’m still only up to his nose. He is laughing too, and then his hand leaves my hip to take a hold of my hand to spin me into a figure. I know that sequence, it’s the one from his living room. So I’m prepared as he leads me through the step sequence and let myself fall into his arms into a pose that normally belongs to tango. For a second I enjoy laying in his arms before he gently pushes me out again, the music getting faster and more heated just like our dancing. Now my back is to his chest and I move my hips teasingly, his hands on my waist as I feel his hot breath on my neck. I let out the air I didnt realize I was holding in, smiling so much that my cheeks start burning. He chuckles, his cheek brushing mine. I wish I could get lost in his embrace with the music pulsing in our veins, forever, but the song is getting to the finale. I feel victors hand taking mine crossover as he whispers a breahtless ‘Ready?’ in my ear to which I can only nod before he tugs at my arm and spins me out until oth our arms are stretched to max before he pulls me back and immediately takes my other hand, spinning me the opposite direction. As he pulls me back, he turns me one more time so that I’m now facing him, his right hand hoding mine over our heads, frozen in the middle of a turn and his other hand supporting my back, brushing over the exposed skin. The heat of his fingers is driving me mad and my head spins. Without his supportive touch, I’m sure I’d fall.But I feel safe here, I know he is not letting go of me until I can stand on my own again. As the final note plays, there it is again.The moment from some weeks ago. His face so incredibly close to mine, his flushed cheeks so close that I’d just need to move an inch forward to brush my lips against his. And in his eyes, I can see it. The spark that set us both on fire. He chuckles softly, lets go of me and bows his head. Jokingly, he says ‘ I thank you very much for this dance, mylady’. With the same mocking smile, i drop a curtsy myself, hoping he doesnt notice my weak knees. ‘ the pleasure is all mine’ , I grin. His smile is dazzling and knowing that I am the reason for it makes me feel like I’m on drugs. Then, someone tugs at his sleeve. Victor turns around to listen to the man that obviously wants to start a conversation with him. Answering the man politely, he glances over his shoulder to me and mouthes ‘ Sorry!’ and by the annoyance in his face I can tell that he means it. I offer him one last smile and exit the dance floor. The second im off, I stumble because Mina threw herself on me, practically screaming. ‘LIVVVV OHH GOD WHAT?? THAT WAS AMAZING? YOU WERE SO BEAUTIFUL, YOU AND VICTOR!!’ Laughing, I free myself from her embrace. ‘Shhh, calm down Mina, everyone’s looking at us!’, I giggle. ‘Well, that’s clearly not because of me. They are staring because you played world champion Victor Nikivorof as if he’s a puppet on a string!’ Accusingly, she looks at me. I am struck. ‘What? I didn’t, we just danced.’ I say smiling, trying to calm it down. ‘Yeah. that’s another thing you need to tell me my dear. When did you two practise this? I mean, it was amazing and everything, but I’m a bit hurt that you didn’t tell me of this plan’, Mina complains. ‘Uhh, we may have danced the night after we went shopping together’, I admit. Mia grins smugly. So I’m quick to add, ‘But we definetly didn’t plan this! It just kind of happened!’ ‘Yeah, whatever you say honey’, Mina says, still smiling mischievously. ‘Let’s go over to the rest!’ I propose, eager to switch the topic. ‘Mmh okay’, Mina agrees. Somehow, her smile makes me really nervous.
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