1 – 2 of 2 Works in POV Ilya
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He thinks back to their wedding, to their first dance. Back then they both hadn’t minded the song that played, not even really wanting to dance. It’s kind of a weird wedding moment anyway, dancing in front of every guest. Them just watching you and your partner, not even dancing themselves. But now, right here in this kitchen, listening to the orchestra playing on this song, maybe it could have been different. Maybe they could have a do-over, just the two of them. He murmured between them, “Lyubov moya?” “Hmm?” The sound vibrated through his shoulder, reaching his heart. He nearly whispered the words, feeling more vulnerable than he intended or wanted, “Dance with me?” Shane tilted his head towards Ilya’s neck, raising his voice slightly in surprise, “What? No.” — Or; Ilya wants to properly dance with his husband
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Winter 2019: Shane’s bye week lasts about twelve seconds before it turns into fever-fuelled melodrama and 1,187 unread messages ranging from “I’m dying” to “your backhand was trash.” Ilya loses a game, hides in an airport alcove, and goes full worried boyfriend, praying to get to Shane as quickly as humanly possible, and counting the kilometres from Ottawa to Montreal while keeping it quiet from the team. Then it’s Nurse Ilya time: cool cloths, small sips, soft Russian endearments, and the clingiest naps known to man until the fever finally breaks and they know it's going to be okay.
- Part 1 of The Flu Saga
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