phichitchu Love has no comfort zone, Love is the sweetest strange

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He'd been planning it since he'd realized he'd be able to have Phichit for his birthday. Now, finally, they had the time, in the off-season before they had to start training again.

"Ok, now you can look," he said quietly, after having led Phichit into what was obviously an empty rink, holding the typical chill and echo of footsteps muffled by the padding around the rink proper. He'd trusted Phichit not to look and spoil it, but...well. It was a pretty predictable surprise anyway after a point. But it still stood that he'd rented one of the rinks in Prague and invited his lover along with him, just so that they could share it all by themselves. He had his duffel with him, carrying their skates and training clothes with him, packed in secret.

They'd discussed it once, as a possibility they hadn't really had the time for when it had first come up: a pair skating routine, something they could do together as an exhibition, or purely for fun. Now they could spend the day making one up, tossing music back and forth until something really felt right. They'd find their rhythm, just as they had through the rocky parts of their relationship so far.

He had something else stashed away, tucked down deep in his belongings to be brought out when they'd exhausted themselves and were ready to retire for the night to the hotel in the city he'd blocked not too far away. He wouldn't listen to any argument about it being his birthday, either. After all, he enjoyed doing things for Phichit, and this was, more or less, his gift to himself. The other's presence was really all he needed for his day to be perfect.

So he stood back, cheesy grin on his face, arms open wide to indicate the whole of the open rink that they would be able to carve up as much as they saw fit.

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Phichit is immediate with the applause for Emil's beautiful spin; he maybe be known for his powerful jumps, but Phichit finds all of his fiancé's skating to be strong and beautiful.

He skates up to Emil's side and tries to mirror his footwork, beaming.

"Right now the only thing I want is to be with you," he confesses. "Maybe to get you some matching bling so everyone knows you're a taken man."

He slides forward so that he bumps into Emil, then kisses him again, helpless to the love bubbling up in him.

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Emil is quick to return the kiss, his hands at either side of the other's neck and keeping him close.

"Then let's go do that! We can work here some more then head further into the city and find the most perfect ring."

When he glides away again he pulls Phichit along with him, stepping into a simple sequence that his fiance could mirror. As soon as they found their sync, they could come up with more full ideas for their future pair skate.

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Phichit is eager for them to put together a program, so when Emil takes the lead he follows without question, making the same broad gestures with his legs and body. He leans in and moves Emil's hand to his waist.

"Do you think you could lift me? I bet you could!"

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The question is met with a wider smile, and without hesitation Emil moves his hands to Phichit's sides. He lifts easily and turns on the spot, swinging his lover around once then setting him back down on the ice.

"As many times as you'd tolerate it."

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Phichit lifts his arms above and behind him like flawless spread wings, showing his complete and easy trust in Emil. When he's set back down, he blinks and starts laughing.

"That was so awesome! Emil, I might decide to never walk again. God, you're so sexy," he purrs, stroking Emil's strong biceps and pectorals.

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Emil's hands run up to Phichit's shoulders as he laughs at that, pink with the chill and mild embarrassment.

"I would carry you everywhere, but then how would I be able to do anything else? It'd be a difficult season and I'm pretty sure I'm nowhere near as dazzling as you out there. I'd never be able to pull off your routines."

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"You'd just put me down when you need to do stuff. And I wouldn't have to skate." Phichit shrugs a little sheepishly. "I love you more than I love skating," he confesses.