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Title: I'mperfectly Fine
Rating: R
Characters: Carolina Kostner, Sasha Cohen
Summary: Carolina moves through life in beats of Seven.


Envy
Carolina looked at Sasha not with jealousy, but with longing. Shaun White, brash American boy, can tell the world about his feelings towards Sasha. Carolina can only bite her tongue and taste bitterness.

Greed
Carolina loves Stephane but will never tell him that she broke up with him for a girl. It’s better he thinks they just grew out of each other. She doesn’t want to lose the shoulder she cries on.

Lust
Silk skin and glittering eyes and a bow-like mouth make up Sasha. Carolina imagines that Sasha crawls across the sheets with the same grace she glides across the ice. She imagines this in the dark of night and can’t keep her thighs from quivering, can’t quite stifle the low cry that slips from her throat.

Wrath
Sasha laughed at Shizuka’s clumsy English joke, and the Japanese girl laughed too. Their eyes were bright, their lips were red, and Carolina felt her stomach clench. She fled the ice, the sound of soft giggles lingering in her ears.

Sloth
She fucked Johnny once, when he was going through his Italian phase, because she was lonely and he was there. The second time happened when she discovered he smelled like Sasha. Carolina had him pinned to the bed, watching him writhe with his head thrown back and his chest heaving, and wished for the first time that she were a man so she could fuck him right through the mattress.

Then she cried because the tears helped blur pretty pretty Johnny Weir into someone softer, someone smaller, someone who wasn’t him.

They managed to finish, but Johnny told her afterwards that she was fucked up. There was no third time.

Gluttony
“What do you use on your hair?” Sasha asked, her fingers brushing the ends of her ponytail.

Carolina swallowed hard, her mind going blank. “I…I forget…”

“That’s okay. Tell me when you remember? Your hair always looks great.”

Sasha flashed a smile before moving on. It took Carolina a moment to realize she was still trembling.

Pride
Carolina can’t say she’s surprised she was left off the podium, or even out of the top five. She looks at Shizuka and thinks: she is the epitome of what our sport is, with her cool poise of an elegant lady.

Carolina finds herself burning too hot, and she is definitely no lady. So while the others slip past her to find glory, she only slips and melts.