It's been a week of pure heaven for Katya. Well, she guessed that heaven must be like this, filled with bliss.
Every day she got the opportunity to wake up every morning next to the most beautiful woman on Earth. She knew it was a privilege to see Trixie sleep by her side. Sometimes she had a funny expression in her face, other times she looked like a porcelain doll and other times, a painting. Maybe it was creepy of her to stare at Trixie, but she couldn't help it. Most of the time she was the first one up, and in case of the Midwestern, she was the last one to leave the bed, a total sleepy head. Also a whiny brat when the sun hit her face. She loved to see it.
She knew that in heaven there wasn't an angel as beautiful as Trixie. Not even Cupid could compare to her. When she was lying on the mattress, naked, barely covered by her white sheets, and her golden hair spread on the pillow she resembled a Michelangelo statue. It was breathtaking.
Fuck, she was so in love. It had her so scared, especially because it happened so fast. Even though at first, she resisted so hard not to fall -at least that was her imagination-, she had failed. Now she knew she was fucked, because if something happened between them, she would be crushed.
She felt like she was living in a perfect illusion, and it made her so scared that the bubble might burst and it was all a precious dream, that she was going to wake up and Trixie would be nowhere to be seen. In the back of her mind she knew she might be exaggerating, but her anxiety was a bitch, making her think the worst outcome possible.
Still, there she was, like a fairy floating all over her house, spoiling Katya with caresses and kisses. Her home was filled with joy thanks to her laughter, filled with love with her warm food and her flirting eyes infusing her with want. They were acting like newlyweds, on their honeymoon. The New Yorker was getting used to it, so much that it was terrifying.
Things were happening that made her hopeful about their future and relationship -that was uncertain so far. Trixie had found a lawyer and she had started the process to file the divorce with James. Katya drove her to the nearest city and kept her company through the procedure. Obviously it was going to take some time for the Midwestern to be single legally, but finally, James was going to be out of Trixie's life. As expected, he wasn't that happy about getting the divorce, but eventually he started to collaborate when he finally realized that he had definitely lost her.
For now, Trixie was going to stay with her, it was an unspoken agreement that had unravelled naturally after their talk a week ago. She was more than happy that she had stayed with her. She could have stayed in another of her friend's or a relative's home, but instead, she chose Katya.
The book was doing great so far and they were pretty close to finishing it. Trixie had the excellent idea of visiting her grandparents farm, so Katya could have important details about the house. Unfortunately, she learned that only Trixie's grandmother was alive. The Midwestern called her and told her about their project, and the elder woman seemed so happy at the prospect of seeing her granddaughter.
Katya was kinda nervous of meeting someone very important for Trixie, but at the same time, she knew it meant a lot for her angel. It was going to be interesting, to say the least.
***
When Katya's car pulled up just a few yards away outside of her grandma's farm, Trixie was hit with the melancholy of her childhood. It made her smile a bit, remembering all of those years as a kid playing with her cousins, when her grandpa taught her how to play the guitar on their porch, how she learned how to cook beside her grandmother in that big kitchen. All of them were happy, and she held back a tear that wanted to escape thanks to that powerful feeling.
Suddenly her grandma was coming towards the car, clearly excited to see her granddaughter again. She got out of the car and met the older woman in a hug.
"Hi my precious Pumpkin!" Behind her she could hear Katya giggling because of her nickname, she guessed. So after their hug ended, she presented the other woman.
"This is Katya." Her relative gave the Russian a handshake.
"Nice to meet you young lady!"
"Nice to meet you Mrs. Mattel!" Both of them smiled kindly and Trixie couldn't help but feel an excitement in her chest for getting to watch them met for the first time.
Her grandma immediately made them go inside, and Trixie could feel the smell of pumpkin pie that she loved so dearly. It'd been a few months since she was here last, and every time she came back, the house looked just like she remembered it as a child.
"Is that you?" Her thoughts were interrupted by Katya pointing to a picture over the chimney. Her grandma answered quickly.
"Yes, that's our Beatrice when she was only five."
"Oh my god, can I see it?" She pointed to it again, before having an 'okay' by the older woman, grabbing the portrait and observing it. Trixie couldn't help herself, and she joined her by her side.
"You look so adorable," Katya mumbled with a tender smile, later looking at her eyes. That gaze and comment made her heart flutter by her sweetness and immediately, smiled at her. The soft moment was interrupted by her grandma.
"There's a lot of those I can show you! Trixie loved that we took pictures of her, she was a model," the owner of the house giggled.
"Oh I would love to see them later..." The Russian was quickly interested by that idea but they knew that firstly they had to do a tour of the house, which they started quickly after that.
The New Yorker grabbed her notebook and a pen and they started walking around the house and inspecting every room. They paid special attention to Trixie's room, or well, where she used to stay when she visited her grandparents.
The room hadn't changed that much. They recreated the Midwestern's story, meanwhile, Katya took notes from every detail: from how the door looked, to how the bed was and even the window. Trixie never guessed that writing a book could be so meticulous. Yes, she helped with telling the stories but Katya was the one who gave them shape and made them even more interesting and intriguing.
"Mrs. Mattel, did the paranormal stuff keep going?" Katya asked when they were finishing.
"Well the last time that it happened, I felt like someone had touched my shoulder when I was walking through this corridor," she said, pointing outside of that bedroom, indicating. "It felt like a cold hand wanted me to stop... At that point I was getting tired of this so we called a priest to bless the house and the farm, and the activity luckily ended after that."
"That's so fascinating and creepy at the same time..." The New Yorker commented.
Minutes later, they were in the living room with iced tea in their hands and her grandma's famous pumpkin pie on their plates. Katya seemed to be really excited to see Trixie's pictures when she was a kid, so as she observed them, the older lady was narrating to her the stories behind every photo. As she watched them interact, it felt wholesome. Even though she knew her relative would never know that they were together, she wanted to imagine that's how it would feel if she presented Katya as her... Girlfriend ? Trixie blushed at that. She wished that, she wished so many things, but it was too soon. Or not?
Then the older woman asked something that threw her off. "Trixie, I know you maybe don't want to talk about it, but what happened with James?" Naturally she had told her on the phone about the news, but she didn't give her the reasons. At first the old woman wasn't that keen about the idea of her divorcing, since it was badly seen that a woman would do that. It was expected, so she decided to tell her the whole truth.
She sighed a bit. "See grandma, he was a terrible husband. Extremely selfish, we barely talked, he didn't care about me and to be completely honest..." She was hesitant to tell her, but it was the reality. "...He cheated on me, so I couldn't stand it anymore and I left him." The older woman had her eyes widen, it seemed that it took her by surprise.
"I-I can't believe that he would do such a thing..."
"Believe me, me neither but it was true. I talked with the woman he cheated on me and she was mad too. So he was caught in all of his lies."
"I'm so sorry to hear that, my darling, you don't deserve that. So how are you feeling now?" The other woman grabbed her hands in sympathy and worry at the same time for her granddaughter.
"I'm doing fine, grandma. I've been staying at Katya's house as we work on the book..." It was weird for her not to show how happy in reality she was. If this would have happened to another woman with her husband, she could be crying and depressed, but Trixie felt like a weight had been lifted from her and now she had found her new 'home'. That place was Katya's arms. If she showed that she was more than happy, it could be suspicious.
"I'm glad that you're doing good my Pumpkin. If anything happens, you know that the doors of this house are always open for you," her grandma said with the most tender and warm tone that made her almost tear up.
"I know grandma, thank you, I really appreciate that..." Trixie smiled at her with the same tenderness as the other woman had shown.
***
Once they were back in the car, the sun was still hitting strong and the heat was getting unbearable, and as Katya was driving to the pavemented route, Trixie suddenly told her an idea.
"You know, there's a nice place that we used to go when I was little with my cousins. Do you want to go?" She asked, with an amused smile. Katya would have said yes to anything that she had proposed.
"Okay, guide me."
Ten minutes later, she was driving through a road between the forest and she could see the end of it: the river. When they were close to the shore, Trixie said:
"Here!" Katya stopped the car, and as she got out of the vehicle, she admired the view in front of her: tall and beautiful pines, the sound of water running and flowing, a small dock, the birds chirping and the calmness that only nature could bring her.
"It's really hot today, so I guessed it was a good idea to come here and we could get into the water." Trixie had a big smile, like an excited kid. It made her smile as well, after seeing her like that and Katya nodded in agreement to her proposal.
But her stupid little heart started to beat fast when she realized that Trixie was taking off her dress. She froze in her spot, just watching her taking off that garment. Once it was on the floor, Trixie locked eyes with her and smiled smugly. The heat of that summer day was making her dizzy, or it was simply the blonde bombshell in front of her. Without breaking eye contact, Trixie took off her bra that soon was on the floor with the dress, freeing her breasts.
"Come on, silly..." She had the nerve of leaving her, as she walked towards the water. The New Yorker's eyes were trying not to stare directly at her ass, as she submerged her body in the river, but that was inevitable.
Katya's mouth went dry and slowly she started to take off her shirt, fumbling with the buttons clumsily, which made Trixie giggle as she swam like a fish in the water.
When she finally got rid of the rest of her clothes and got as undressed as the midwestern, she walked towards the water to join her. Trixie had a sly smile and said:
"Come on, city girl! Don't be afraid!" She teased her as she hesitantly submerged herself in the river.
"Hey, I'm not afraid!" She said pointing at Trixie with a smile.
"You were afraid of the bugs, I saw you! Don't pretend otherwise!"
"Bugs are disgusting!"
"Bugs are not disgusting, they're part of the ecosystem!" The other blonde protested at her.
"And I'm the hippie?" Katya asked with an amused smile and a teasing tone. That made Trixie splash some water at her, since the New Yorker had only half of her body in the water. She covered herself but it was useless.
"You traitor! You're going to regret this" Katya threatened the other blonde who was laughing loudly, sounding almost like a crow. So she took advantage of her fit of giggles and approached her. She hugged her and started tickling her.
"N-no...Kat...K-Kat..." Trixie couldn't stop shaking and cackling, trying to avoid her hands, but it was impossible.
"You messed with the wrong woman," she was smiling evilly as she continued the ticking.
"N-No...S-Stop...."
"Say sorry!" Katya waited for a response, giving her just a brief break, but instead of an apology, Trixie kissed her abruptly. It took her by surprise but she quickly kissed her back. She held her by her waist, wrapping her arms around her as their cold and exposed chests brushed against each other.
As the chilly water flowed between them, the surface was rather warmer. It was maybe the weather or their kisses. As their tongues met in desperate contact, Trixie whined, needy, bringing her even closer than before. Soon, the Midwestern had her hands travelling through her back and slowly reaching her ass, grabbing it as she moaned in her lips.
"Come here baby..." Katya said, bringing her doll close to the dock that was just a few feet away from them. She chased her lips again, once she pinned Trixie against the wood. She had the urgency of leaving marks on her pretty skin, travelling through her neck and collarbones.
"Kat, I need you inside of me..." The bombshell mumbled as she sighed lustfully and a slight urge in her tone. She stopped her actions, and locked eyes with the woman she loved. Sex has been prominent between them, they had been at it like bunnies. In the bedroom, in the bathroom, in the kitchen, in the car, on the table... They couldn't get enough of it. It was desperate, it was hot and passionate.
"Do you, princess?" As she asked this, her hands were slowly descending through the other woman's skin, reaching her lower belly. But she stopped, waiting for her response. When she did that, Trixie whimpered, complaining.
"You know I do... Please..." The curvy girl begged, faking innocence in her eyes. The New Yorker obliged, not resisting her needy plea. Her fingers soon were touching her sensitive nerve, playing with her clit as she continued to leave small marks on her shoulder. She loved to leave them on her skin, on her breasts, her thighs and collarbones... It gave her the feeling of 'you're mine' everytime she did it.
Trixie responded to those touches, sighing and moaning loudly as usual. Katya loved how vocal she was at the slightest contact, growing quickly obsessed with her sounds of pleasure. Two fingers were soon inside of her, fulfilling the Midwestern's desire.
Just seeing her gasp, her eyes closed, her mouth open as her hands were making her quiver, had her on the edge. Then, Trixie wrapped her arms around Katya's neck and supported her head on the russian's shoulder, as she was getting closer to her climax.
Katya immediately felt how she was shaking, so she sped her movements, her fingers moving rapidly inside of her. Slowly she was learning what she liked and what drove her insane. "Baby..." The doll mumbled as she was moving her hips -that as the time passed, it got more erratic-, riding her fingers in desperation to come.
"Yes! Just like that..." Trixie demanded and she soon chased her lips, in a hot and wet kiss as her angel shivered. When the kiss ended, Trixie's orgasm was coming, releasing the loudest moan yet. She looked so pretty when she came, her eyes rolling... Her cute and plump pink lips parted as she gasped.
As Trixie was catching her breath, and coming down from her daze, Katya couldn't stop the old question that had been on the back of her mind for a few days. Even though she loved their sex as much as the other woman did, she was doubting if their relationship was just this. As the other blonde was still holding her and slowing down her heaving, she finally mumbled it.
"Is this only sex?" Silence. She feared to know the answer but at the same time, she felt this was too good to be true. That in reality all that she was... Was a distraction from the other woman's problems. It was her anxiety talking, but still she needed to know if they were on the same page. So far, they had never talked about their feelings or what they were.
Trixie then met her gaze, those caramel eyes were hard to read. It looked like she was taken out by that question. But what she answered, was not what she expected. "I like you."
I like you . I like you... I like you. Why did she feel so disappointed at hearing those words? It didn't sit well with her. At all. She was madly in love with her and Trixie just... Liked her. She closed her eyes for a few seconds, exhaling a long breath, keeping a bitter sensation on her mouth. It hurt. Slowly she removed her hands from her, moving away in total silence. Meanwhile, Trixie had a confused look on her face. Katya turned her back on her and approached the shore, where her clothes were.
She heard a small "Kat?" She turned around and barely looked at the other woman.
"It's getting dark... It's better if we pick up our stuff and leave before it's too late." She said as she squeezed her damp hair, like it was the most important thing on Earth. Actually it didn't matter if it was late or not, but now, she wanted to get out of there and that was an excuse.
After a few moments in a deep silence an "okay" came out from Trixie's lips. The doll came to the shore as well and started to dress up. Katya was avoiding her eyes, because she could feel them on her from time to time.
They got in the car and had the quietest trip so far. The russian felt a knot on her throat, trying not to overthink as she grabbed that steering wheel for her dear life. Her gaze was fixed on the road the whole ride, not daring to stare at the other woman, who on the other hand, seemed to try to steal a look from her.
Unfortunately, almost the rest of the evening was like this. They arrived at Katya's home and immediately she sat to watch TV, just to occupy herself in something. Trixie instead, prepared the dinner for them.
Probably the most painfully awkward moment was them at the table, eating in silence. It seemed that the other woman wanted to talk, to say something about all of this, but she didn't dare. The atmosphere was dense and Katya started to hate it as the time passed. She knew it was her fault that this was happening, and that fueled her even more with regret. She barely ate any of Trixie's delicious food, she wasn't a big fan of eating after all. The knot was still there, making it unable to swallow any piece of her meal.
Suddenly she stood up, grabbing her pack of cigarettes. "Thank you for the dinner," she mumbled to her, leaving the table. It was rude, she knew it too, but she couldn't bear to be there for another second. She needed her time alone, with her thoughts.
The summer night breeze hit her face as she walked in her backyard, barefoot. If it wasn't for the moonlight, she was sure it would be dark as hell. She sat on the grass and lit a cigarette, watching how beautiful the moon was that night. Even the crickets were chirping and making her company. As she inhaled the nicotine, she wished they had stayed beside the river, watching the perfect dark sky and the stars.
She sighed, annoyed, exhaling a big cloud of smoke. She was an idiot. A huge idiot. What had she expected? Why did she have any expectations of her? Trixie didn't have to feel the same way as she did. Not only that, she acted like an immature girl, but she wasn't able to handle it. She inhaled again, and this time when she exhaled, she blinked a tear. She hated to cry, but the frustration was taking over her.
The fear of losing her made her act this way and it was unfair to Trixie. The doll wasn't guilty of what happened to her in the past. She should take it easy and let everything flow. You insecure bitch , she told herself.
Trixie was leaving a marriage of four years and she needed time for herself, and Katya had the audacity of thinking that she should be loving her as much as she did. How pathetic, how cruel of her, how selfish. Still she hadn't the nerve of saying sorry, she was too ashamed of herself.
Maybe half an hour passed, or more, she lost track of time as she smoked more and more. A sudden and small "Kat" made her look up. A shy Trixie was approaching her, like a timid deer walking slowly towards her. When she was beside her, she asked "Can I sit?"
"Yes, of course," and she sat on the grass, but not that close to her. Once again, silence between them. Katya was searching for words as she hugged her legs. Her cigarettes were forgotten in the ground. She slapped herself, mentally, and finally she started to talk.
"Sorry Trixie, for how I behaved today. You don't deserve this kind of treatment..." She tried to look at her in the eyes, but quickly looked down, gazing at her own feet. "I'm really ashamed at how I reacted and it's totally understandable if you don't want to accept my apology..." She was glad that the darkness was concealing her blush of embarrassment. "You don't have to feel the same way that I do, I was such a stupid bitch and so selfish... You're in an important process of your life, just leaving a marriage and... It was not okay for me to think that I could be in your heart so fast..." She swallowed, her knot still on her throat. "I think we shouldn't be together now."
"What? But... Why?" Her response had a sad tone to it, which made Katya's words even harder to come out.
"I think that you need your time alone, just for you. Like everything with James just happened so fast, and we're already living together... You need your space..."
"But you offered me to stay..." Again that sad voice, that it seemed on the edge of the tears. She didn't want to make her cry.
"I know, it's not that...I didn't know that we... That us... That we were going to be together, in this way..."
"Do you want me to leave?" The doll's voice cracked, as she asked that and Katya was hating herself.
"No! It's not that... Is... I don't want to be selfish with you..." The Russian was biting her lower lip, holding her tears.
"But Katya..." The other blonde leaned, putting her hand on top of hers, that was laying on the grass. "James wasn't in my heart anymore when I met you." Slowly, Katya looked at her, her angel was tearing up silently. "You're not being selfish, you're thinking of me and I get it. I get that you're concerned but I have no doubts to be with you. I want to stay with you, by your side if you let me."
"You do?" Katya's lip trembled and her hand was shaking, a wave of emotions hitting her. Trixie then put both of her hands on the Russian's cheeks, looking right into her blue eyes.
"Of course I do. I finally feel that I'm living my life next to you. You make me happy Katya, you make me feel free!" She said with conviction in her eyes. "... I was such a chicken today when I said that I like you, when in reality I'm falling in love with you." Katya didn't realize how much she was crying until her tears were reaching Trixie's hands. Her first instinct was to hug her tightly.
"God, I love you..." She closed her eyes in that contact, sighing as the calmness was welcomed.
"I love you too..." That made her smile, and she ended the hug, just to chase her lips in a small kiss. Immediately after that Trixie said:
"God, you stink of cigarettes!" Both of them laughed at the sudden comment that made the mood change quickly into a more pleasant one, her doll grabbing her hand as they cackled. When the laughter subsided the Midwestern continued the conversation. "Concerning your question from today well... Yes, there's a lot of sex but I think it's our intense way of showing our love. Don't you think?" A devilish smile appeared in the taller girl's face.
Katya licked her lips, and a sly grin soon showed up on her face. "Well, you're right. I can't deny that..."
"Especially when..." Trixie cleared her throat, as she played with her hair, taking a sudden shy demeanor. "... I haven't had such an amazing experience with sex as I'm doing now... So I guess I'm letting it all out," the doll looked at her through her lashes, faking innocence. "I can't stop it... You know"
Katya's mouth went dry at the sight. "You're going to be the death of me..." She said drily, her mouth slightly open.
"Don't die here, you oldie!" She joked and she wheezed, her arms flailing in reaction and Trixie smiled, amused.
"Come here..." She said after the laughter subsided, taking her by her chin and bringing her closer for a soft kiss. "I'm gonna fuck you so hard tonight," she declared after she left her lips. Trixie gasped and replied:
"Please do."