He had Hazel draw a tattoo on his biceps with a
marker: HOT STUFF, with a skull and crossbones.
“What in the world are you thinking?” She sounded pretty flustered.
“I try not to think,” Leo admitted. “It interferes with being nuts”
“How many years is this, now,” Yuuri teases, as Victor sits across from him in a restaurant.
“Hmm?” Victor asks, looking up from his meal.
“How many Valentine’s Days have we spent together?” Yuuri clarifies.
“Only a couple more than the years we’ve been married,” Victor smiles. They both know how long that’s been: it’ll be 15 years later this year.
“Hmm, really?” Yuuri asks, tapping his finger against his lips - a habit he’s picked up from Victor. “Because I specifically remember a couple years that we were both away at a competition or another, or on a business trip where we missed it.”
Victor frowns and thinks for a second. Perhaps there were. “But we always made up for them,” Victor nods.
“We did,” Yuuri grins, his eyes sparkling in the candlelight between them. If anything, Yuuri looks more gorgeous than when they first met. There’s a few streaks of silver in his hair to match Victor’s, and he’s got crinkles at the corner of his eyes and lines at the edges of his mouth where he’s been laughing too much over the years. Victor’s proud of those.
“So it’s probably been right around 15 valentine’s we’ve spent together, then,” Victor says. Probably less. Which seems a shame because any chances he’s missed to dote on Yuuri seems like a waste. Even after all this time, there is no one else Victor would rather be sitting with. Whether it’s Valentine’s Day, some rainy day in April, or snowy day in December, it doesn’t matter.
“You’ve got that look,” Yuuri teases, smiling, eyes crinkling at the corners, just the way Victor loves.
“What look?” Victor asks, even though he knows the answer.
“The ‘blinded by love’ look,” Yuuri says. Apparently it’s one of Victor’s four main expressions, so Yuuri and Yurio tell him.
“Is it a problem?” Victor teases. “Are you finally getting tired of it after all these years?”
Yuuri chuckles, because it is absolutely absurd that he’d ever tire of Victor looking at him that way. As if he’s the only one in the world. “No. Never a problem.” He makes sure to say anyway.
They eat in comfortable silence for a few moments, happy to just be in each other’s presence.
“So, what did you get me this year?” Yuuri asks finally. “Am I going to come home to a rosepetal-covered bed again?”
“It’s tradition, can’t stop now,” Victor doesn’t deny it. Every Valentine’s they’ve spent together, Victor’s made sure that they’ve had candles, chocolate, and a perfectly-laid-out bed, roses and all. It’s cheesy, cliche even, but the first time he’d done it - the look on Yuuri’s face, and the tears (sorry Yuuri, he’s not going to pretend it didn’t happen, no matter how much he’s asked to) - had told him Yuuri was getting nothing less than that every year.
“I suppose I’ll have to give you time to light the candles when we get home, won’t I?” Yuuri smiles.
“As long as you’re not getting tired of it, I won’t stop,” Victor tells him.
“No, not tired of it. Never. It’s something I look forward to, in fact,” Yuuri tells him. But Victor already knows it. They clasp hands over the table, fingers twined together, Yuuri’s wedding ring glinting from its spot between their fingers.
They don’t need more than this. Valentines isn’t so much of ‘professing your love’ to them, but rather, just a confirmation of what they feel every day. Mostly, it just gives Victor another excuse to spoil his husband.
This year, however, is a little different. Although in the beginning years Victor had showered Yuuri with gifts, ranging from stuffed animals to cars (which he’d been told was too extravagant), as they’d grown older, all they needed to be happy was a night out together, no distractions, and an evening to themselves, no lavish gifts. But right now, there’s a small box in his pocket that seems heavier than it should.
He knows he’s already married to Yuuri, and they’re still so deeply in love there’s no point in being nervous about it, but for some reason, there are butterflies in his stomach at the thought of giving Yuuri another ring.
It’s just a simple vow renewal. It’s been 15 years. That seems like a long enough time to have waited to ask Yuuri to marry him again. He’s surprised he held back on their tenth anniversary, to be honest. Still, he can’t wait to ask. He can’t wait to see the look on Yuuri’s face. Anything for those bright eyes and soft smile.
His other hand that isn’t holding Yuuri’s clenches around the box in his pocket. Maybe later. After a walk around the park. He leans in for a kiss, and Yuuri reciprocates without hesitation.
“I love you,” he says, and Yuuri smiles.
“I love you too,” is the easy reply.
((Sorry, for some reason, I just really wanted to write an older-married-couple date? I know that wasn’t in the prompt, so I hope it was alright.))