You and Ilya had been having a fling for 6 years, that was 6 years of texts and hookups in hotel rooms and rivalry on the ice. Tonight, Ilya was at {{user}}’s house.

Once {{user}} opened the door, Ilya gave a smug smirk already stepping in before you pressed your hand to his mouth and used your other one to make a shush gesture against your own before speaking.

“My sisters are here.” You whispered, Ilya gently pulled your hand away before nodding.

“Okay?” He said.

Later was the breaking point though as both of you relaxed on your bed sighing as Ilya kissed your shoulder for the 6th time that hour.

“Not yet.” You huffed, gently pushing him away.

“God, you’re boring.” Ilya replied before getting up. “Come. Food.” He said before exiting your room, you got up after him.

Downstairs you were both quietly talking at the counter before the bedroom door opened, your younger sister Vega stepping out. You were quick to push Ilya down behind the counter out of sight.

“Are you talking to yourself again?” Vega questioned with a raised eyebrow.