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“Mmm, yes, I have,” Alisa murmured, Tora’s hips rolling to meet her touch. “I’ve dreamed of this, of you, every night for a month. The way you move on the ice, the way you feel beneath my fingers now…” She shuddered, a moan catching in her throat.

“God, yes,” Tora gasped, Alisa’s fingers pumping steadily, slowly, just how she liked it.

“I loved the scissor pose, the way our bodies fit together, the heat of your mouth on me…” Alisa whispered into Tora’s ear.

Tora licked her lips too, the memory making her clench around Alisa’s fingers.

“I want it again, Tora. I want to taste you, to feel you, all of you.”

Tora’s eyes darkened with lust, a predatory grin spreading across her face. “We can definitely arrange that, babe,” she growled, capturing Alisa’s lips in a greedy kiss. She walked them backwards, until they tumbled back onto the bed.

Tora broke the kiss, her gaze locking with Alisa’s, her brown eyes glinting with desire. “Now, where were we?” she purred, her hand sliding down Alisa’s body now, fingers teasing along the waistband of her panties again. “I seem to recall you owing me something, birthday girl.” She hooked a finger in the fabric, tugging it down, down, until Alisa’s glistening folds were bared to her hungry gaze.

Chapter 8

December 2024, Sharp Grace competition, Copenhagen, Denmark

They were standing on the podium so close to one another that Tora could feel the warmth coming from Alisa’s body.

Carefully, almost imperceptibly, she stretched out her pinky finger toward Alisa’s hand and touched her.

And immediately understood that Alisa had been trying to do the same for a long time. Their fingers brushed.

Out of the corner of her eye, Tora noticed Alisa’s smile become a little wider.

Then Alisa turned slightly toward her and said quietly, so quietly that only the two of them could hear:

“How does it feel to be on top again?”

“You’ll find out tonight, babe,” Tora whispered directly into her ear.

She instantly saw Alisa’s cheeks flush pink. For some reason, that touched her every single time. Alisa always blushed so beautifully.

Tora had won gold again.

It was already beginning to feel almost ordinary, almost like a habit, and she liked it, but even more than the medals she loved performing, loved hearing the crowd roar for her and Loke, loved the way the arena seemed to tremble around them beneath the noise.

Their popularity on social media had grown unbelievably fast. Everyone followed Tora’s Instagram now, where she posted photos and short videos from practice, always smiling in every picture.

“Smile for the photo!” the photographer called.

And all the skaters smiled.

Alisa and Lev had taken bronze today, and objectively it had not been a bad result at all. The competition had been difficult. But every time Alisa looked at the podium, she thought the same thing. What if they were not good enough for the Olympics? What if they were never sent there? Because unlike Tora and Loke, they did not take gold every single time they stepped onto the ice. They were always a little behind. And that hurt.

But on the other hand… There was always something waiting for her afterward in Tora’s hotel room, and somehow that always softened the bitterness of defeat.

After the group photos, flowers and plush toys that always came with the medals hanging around their necks, they took a few more pictures separately for social media. Then suddenly the reporters appeared directly on the ice.

On the ice! Who the hell had let them in here? Alisa frowned.

The moment she noticed the crowd of Russian sports journalists, she stepped down from the podium. She did not want to answer questions about why she had failed to take gold at three championships in a row.

No.

She grabbed Lev by the hand and, without even turning to look at Tora, skated away across the ice, farther from the arena and the eyes of the fans who were already beginning to leave their seats because the show was over.

Later, in the locker room, after changing into her usual clothes, Alisa was shoving things into her bag when suddenly the door opened and Tora rushed inside, slightly out of breath.