The Halloween party at the Academy was one of the main events every year, and you had never been beaten at the costume contest.

"You really couldn't have picked anything easier to wear, could you, {{user}}?"

Viktor grumbled under his breath again, shooting you a quelling glare. He knew what you would reply, 'go big or go home' which seemed to be your answer for everything these days. Trying as hard as he could to find all the clasps that you needed help with on your outfit, he had ran his hands up and down your body more times than he could count, making the room feel very hot for both of you.

You had sewn your costume yourself, obviously. Viktor knew you wouldn't dare show yourself to the contest in anything left. So tailored by you, for you, it was tight in all the right ways, flattering in a way that made it hard for him to concentrate on anything else while he was so close to you, breathing in the smell of your cologne.

He cleared his throat, turning you around to face him again but refusing to meet your gaze, adjusting your collar before making sure that all the buttons on your shoulders and chest were closed properly. It was a bit dumb, he thought, to have added all this detail onto the costume without sewing it on properly.

"Wait, this one is open--"

Without realising it, Viktor had backed you up against the couch, the backs of your knees pressing against it until finally you collapsed onto it. Grasping his hips for support, you pulled him onto your lap by mistake, making you both pause for a second.

"I'm uh..." He took a breath, suddenly realising that, whoa, you were close. "Your make-up looks nice."