Fan Fiction - Krasobruslení - Drabbles
Johnny’s fingertips felt cold against Stéphane’s skin when he put an arm around him, the palm of his hand resting on the soft spot where shoulder met neck. They stood smiling for the cameras, Johnny’s side pressed against his, and he noticed that the American was shivering. Johnny was cold – of course he was, the crazy kid had spent an hour on the ice, signing autographs and talking to fans, wearing nothing but his thin costume.
Stéphane hugged Johnny’s waist, pulling him a little closer… Later tonight, he hoped, he would do more than that to warm the ice princess.