katya's bedroom door was open and she let go of trixie's hand as soon as they walked in together. katya grabbed her girlfriend's luggage and rolled it into the closest chair.
"we'll take care of that tomorrow."
trixie smirks at katya's statement and walks towards her to throw her arms aroun her waist. katya smiles happily and presses a kiss to trixie's jaw.
"you're blushing." katya says softly.
"no, i'm not." trixie replies as she runs to lay on the bed and cover her face with her hands.
katya smirks and sits next to her on the sheets. her hands trace the soft squares traced on the white fabric. such delicate touches as her black fingernails feel the bed. trixie bites her lip.
"i like your room. and i like you too." trixie gains confidence again and her voice sounds calmer.
katya smiles as thoughts of their first night sleeping together come to her mind. "are you flirting with me?"
"maybe..." trixie replies with a wink as she moves closer to katya, who's sat on the edge of the bed.
"maybe i like it."
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warm ; trixya ✗
Fanfictionwarm (adj); having or showing enthusiasm, affection, or kindness. or the one where katya wants to sell old dolly parton albums and trixie wants to buy them. [short story] [completed]
