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Dina’s Fun Aunt Holiday Bonus Part 3 – Ellen Thwoorp
Summary – There’s nothing like a day out when you’re on holiday, whether it’s to the Dinosaur museum or the local market, things are learned, jokes are made and the subject marriage is brought up a little more than Katya may have initially appreciated.
A/N: So this is back. Sorry it’s been a long time but since the last update I’ve fallen in and out of an unrequited love, electric shuffled in and out of the closet, become a bio queen and designed one of the most complicated final major projects my tutors have ever seen so… Hi again. Woop woop.
“Awake too, Trixie?” A voice spoke making Trixie jump as she looked away from the view of the sunrise.
“Oh, hi. Yeah I’m not great with time differences.” She smiled when she saw Svetlana sat at the table on their joined balcony.
“I’m the same.” The Russian nodded as Trixie sat in the chair beside her, pulling her pink robe a little tighter around herself, very aware she wasn’t wearing anything of much substance beneath as it had been hot the night before, well at least it had been in their bed.
“Can’t say the same for Katya.” Trixie snorted, looking out over the horizon with a smile.
“Ah no, she’ll be in bed another…” Svetlana checked her watch. “Five hours.”
“More like fifteen.” She snorted, taking the cup of tea offered to her with a quick ‘thank you.'
“I don’t know if it’ll mess with you tan, if you’re planning on getting one, but you might want to um maybe cover those up before Dina sees them.” Svetlana said awkwardly, tapping her neck. Trixie frowned before starting at the sudden realisation of whatshe was pointing at. The marks on her neck. Her hand flew to her neck, blush filing her cheeks.
“Oh, god I’m sorry.” She apologised quickly, suddenly feeling like a randy teenager caught by their mum.
“It’s fine its-” The Russian began but Trixie shook her head.
“No it’s not fine, I’m sorry about last night too." She mumbled, her face bright red. Here she was with her girlfriend’s sister, whom she was trying to make a good impression on, in next to nothing and covered in hickies.
"It’s ok, I’m not deluded to the fact my sister has a sex life. I have walked in on plenty of things I would have rather not seen." The older woman reassured her with a pat on her hand.
"Oh.”
“It’s alright. I don’t mind. But Dina will likely ask questions.”
“Right.” Trixie said, not really knowing what else to say. They sat in silence for almost ten minutes, occasionally sipping their tea and looking at the sun. It was surprisingly ok, Trixie found. The silence didn’t feel as awkward as she’d expected, in fact it was kind of nice.
“Would you like to go to the shops with me today? The others are going to the dinosaur museum, and while you’re welcome to go do that, I wondered if you might like to spend some time together?”
“Yeah, yes that sound great. You didn’t want to go to the museum?”
“She gets her dinosaur thing from Katya and Peter, I go because it makes them happy but if I have an excuse that’ll get me out of it, I’ll use it.” The older woman shrugged.
“Yeah, ok. I’m kinda indifferent to the museum. I also want to find something for Katya’s birthday.” Trixie nodded. Quality time with Katya sister sounded like it would be a good thing to do. At the very least it would make Katya happy to see her interacting with her family.
“Great. I look forward to it.” Svetlana beamed, looking down at her wrist watch. “Shall we go after breakfast?”
“Yeah. Breakfast at eight?” She checked. Svetlana nodded. “Super.” She said with a wave as she opened the sliding door to their room and stepped back in. Shutting the door and curtains behind her, she looked around the semi dark room. If she just didn’t look at the pile of luggage strewn across the floor she could pretend it didn’t exist. She looked anyway and sighed. She really should sort it out.
“Where were you?” Katya mumbled, rolling over in the bed to reveal almost all of her naked body. Her eyes were still closed and her breath still heavy. It seemed as though she’d just woken up, likely she’d been woken by the sound of Trixie coming back into the room.
“Balcony with your sister. I’m going to have to pass on the dinosaurs, sweet.” The teacher replied, dropping her dressing gown to the ground and pulling off the night dress she’d put on to go outside. She slid into the bed next to Katya, letting the other woman drape herself across her, clinging to her like a baby chimp to its mother. For someone who had once said she didn’t care that much for cuddling she seemed to do it an awful lot.
“When they walk the Earth again, they’ll eat the people who ignored them first.” The Russian sighed, pressing a kiss to Trixie’s cheek. She hummed as Trixie put her arm around her, squeezing her tightly.
“Please tell me you’ve never said that to Dina.” Trixie said with a huff of a laugh.
“I say many things.” Katya replied ambiguously as her finger traced circles and swirled on Trixie’s shoulder.
“Go back to sleep Katya, I’ll wake you up when it’s almost time for breakfast.” Trixie promised, settling back into the bed. She knew she wouldn’t sleep but it was nice to lay here with her. The weather was not so hot yet that this would be uncomfortable and they had ages until breakfast. It really was the perfect time for cuddling, or more sleeping in Katya’s case.
………..
“How are they getting on?” Trixie asked as she sipped her water. They were taking a lunch break from their, so far quite unsuccessful, shopping trip. While she and Svetlana were getting along swimmingly, neither of them had managed to find anything suitably giftable. Svetlana looked up for her phone with a smile and showed her a photograph. Dina and Katya were posing in front of a surprisingly scary sculpture of a T Rex. They both had their hands in the shape of claws and their teeth bared. It was adorable. Trixie smiled fondly at the photo before looking up to see Svetlana regarding her with an odd expression. “What?”
“You really are besotted with her aren’t you?”
“Um, well yes I suppose I am.” Trixie blinked, suddenly feeling very awkward.
“I’m sorry, Katya and I share our directness.” The tall woman apologised as she eyed the cocktail menu. "We inherited it from our father.”
“No, it’s ok. I love her very much.”
“Good.” Svetlana smiled, pausing to wave down a waiter to order them both cocktails. “Don’t know if you’d love her so much if you’d been around for her Goth phase.”
“Phase? She’s the biggest closet Goth I know.” Trixie snorted.
“She grew out of it I suppose but I swear to God whenever she see something with skulls on it I see her fingers twitch.” Svetlana laughed, shaking her head fondly. “She used have black hair and the make-up, oh god all the safety pins we used to find everywhere.”
“I’ve seen the picture in her apartment.”
“Which one?”
“The family photo.” The Russian stopped laughing, a small crease appearing between her plucked brows.
“She has that photo on display?”
“Yeah, at the back. Haven’t you seen it?”
“I never really go to her apartment, she always comes to our house so she can see all of us.” Svetlana explained, smiling at the waiter appreciatively as he placed their sandwiches in front of them.
“Oh. Well, it’s on her welsh dresser.”
“Huh, that’s a surprise.”
“Why?”
“Well given how things went last time we saw our parents, I wouldn’t have thought she could stand the sight of them.” The older woman explained. “I barely can.” She added in a softer tone.
“Is this about Oksana?” Trixie asked, somewhat reproachfully. The more she heard about this awful woman the more she wanted to book a flight to Russia just to punch her in the boob. Both of them. Really hard.
“Oh, no, well I suppose indirectly, I mean the last time she saw them, around Dina’s birth.” Trixie shook her head. “She never told you.” She shook it again, looking down at her food.
"No. She doesn’t really talk about them, I don’t really want to push. I kinda get where she’s coming from.“ The blonde explained, with a shrug.
"Oh, I’m sorry.” Trixie waved a hand nonchalantly.
“Last time we saw them, seven years ago, a few days after Dina’s birth. Oh it was terrible.” The Russian sighed, sitting back in her seat.
“My parents came down over from Russia to see their first granddaughter. They arrived at our house, as a surprise.“ She began as Trixie took a bite of her food. "Of course they immediately want to see the baby. So we take them to the nursery and there’s Katya. I remember it so clearly. She was stood holding Dina telling her the plot of that damn film which shall not be named in case she senses it.” Giving Trixie an exasperated look that made the other woman chuckle. “She looked so happy. Honestly don’t think I’ve ever seen Katya happier than when Dina was born.”
“I think she was scared when we first told her we were having a baby. I think she thought I wouldn’t have time for her anymore and that I wouldn’t be there for her.” She sighed. “She needed more looking after in those days, she wasn’t long sober and some days were hard.”
“But the moment they passed this tiny little thing to her she just melted, I remember the nurses used to tell her off for hogging the baby.”
“Anyway, she’s in the nursery and she looks up and her face just drops. Katya and our parents hadn’t seen each other in almost two years at that point, they saw her just before she went to rehab and that was only because I made them. I thought it would help."
"What happened?” Trixie asked, fearing the answer was not going to be good.
“They weren’t happy.” Svetlana confirmed Trixie’s fears. “Started asking why I was even talking to her let alone letting her hold my child.”
“Oh, God.”
“As if they hadn’t done enough to hurt her, they started to make her think she wasn’t welcome in her own home, like she wasn’t welcome in my family.” She shook her head, an echo of anger reaching her fine features. “So I turned around and told them to leave.”
“Really?"
"Yep. I told them if they had a problem with Katya they had a problem with me and if that was the situation that they should leave immediately.”
“Did they?”
“Yes.” She nodded. “Had the nerve a week later to send me a letter asking for the money they’d spent on plane tickets."
"What?!" Trixie exclaimed, unable to believe the gall of those people. She just couldn’t understand how parents could be so cruel, it wasn’t as though she was unfamiliar with the experience but she knew that other kinds of parents existed. Loving parents whose opinion of their children could never be tainted by something so simple as love.
"Yeah. I sent a rainbow flag by Amazon order to their house instead.” Svetlana said brightly, looking incredibly pleased with herself.
“That is amazing!”
“Thank you. It’s one of my prouder moments.” She laughed, shooting Trixie a toothy grin that was surprisingly reminiscent of Katya’s manic grin. Trixie smiled, it was funny how two people could somehow manage being so similar and yet contrast like chalk and cheese at the same time.
“They’re lucky to have you.”
“Thank you.” She preened. “I always look out for my family. And I don’t doubt you will be added to the small list soon enough.” Trixie choked on her mouthful of food, looking at Svetlana with wide eyes.
“We- we haven’t even been together a year.” She stuttered, having finally swallowed her food.
“I know, sorry, I like planning weddings.”
“I doubt Katya would let you have any input into her wedding.” Trixie rolled her eyes.
“Sad but true.”
“She’ll get married in a space suit with a boxing Kangaroo for a bridesmaid.” The teacher laughed, imagining the madness of a wedding planned by Katya. A bouquet filled with black roses, tiny hands and eyeballs. A prairie dress with a confusing pattern of blinding, clashing colours. There was no doubt in her mind Katya would refuse the traditional white gown. Her idea of wedding dress shopping would likely be going down to the local vintage store and asking for the ugliest problem-pattern dress that nobody has ever wanted to buy. She shook her head fondly, picturing her cartwheeling down the aisle looking like she’d borrowed an outfit from Satan’s least favourite grandmother and somehow still looking chic.
“Don’t even make those jokes around her because she will love them and I am not going to an acid trip wedding.” Svetlana insisted, chuckling fondly.
……………
“How was shopping with my sister?” Katya asked, looking up from the book she was reading. She’d changed into a light cover dress over her underwear, no doubt due to the sweltering heat. Trixie sighed as she shut the door behind her, thankful to be out of the sun for a moment.
“Good, we somehow planned our wedding without being engaged.” Trixie smiled, pulling her dress over her head to change into something a little less formal and a lot more comfortable. Katya put the book down beside her and watched her with a raised eyebrow.
“You’re going to marry my sister, that’s quite uncouth of you, Mattel.” She gasped, head resting on her arm, looking as though she had not a care in the world. The teacher rolled her eyes as she took a band from their bathroom and tied her hair up.
“No, our wedding you dunce.” Trixie clarified, looking around for their suitcase.
“Oh, I unpacked, your stuff it’s in the bottom drawer.” Katya informed her, earning a thankful smile from her girlfriend. “Since when are we getting married?” She added as Trixie pulled a loose, pink playsuit from her drawer.
“God only knows.” Trixie snorted, pulling on the garment before letting herself fall onto the bed beside Katya. The Russian made a move to wrap an arm around the other woman. Trixie groaned. “Not now, sweet. It’s too hot for cuddling.”
“Good point.” Katya nodded, pausing for a moment before reaching for Trixie hand. She wrapped her little finger around the other woman’s with a satisfied smile. Trixie looked up to catch her eye, giggling along at the silly yet affectionate gesture. Katya grinned at her, shuffling forwards a little to press a kiss on the bare skin of Trixie’s shoulder. The teacher idly trailed her eye over her girlfriend’s beaming face, brushing hair from her face.
“Is- is that something you would want to do though? Get married I mean?” Trixie found herself asking, the words tumbling from her mouth before she could stop them.
“If this is your way of asking me, I’m afraid it lacks some of the flair I expected.” Katya replied seriously, a small smirk betraying her true feelings.
“No, but I mean like in the future and stuff. Would you want to get married to somebody, not necessarily me, like in general?”
“I don’t know. It would depend on who asked me.” Katya mused, dropping her shoulder in a shrug as she shifted. She lay on her side, her head propped up by her hand.
“What if I asked you in three years on this very day, what would you say?” Trixie asked, not quite able to look away from the other woman. She tried to imagine it. The two of them tree years from now. Katya just as crazy and fun but maybe with a desperately needed haircut. Their own apartment or even house, with a God awful mix of elegant pinks as busy Russian patterns. They’d be known as 'that lesbian couple down the street’, the ones everyone loved because they were sweet and hated because they couldn’t be them. Dina would be ten and Trixie would come home to find her sat in their living room next to Katya watching the Disney channel and eating ice cream. They’d have couples dinners with Svetlana and Peter. And every night they curl up in their bed, they’d bought on a taxing yet fun Ikea trip, in their house and it would be perfect.
“I would say 'new phone, who dis’.” Katya laughed, pulling Trixie from her thoughts. Trixie blinked, suddenly registering what she said. Her face morphed from a smile to an unimpressed frown.
"That’s the last time I try to have a serious conversation with you.“ She snapped, standing up from the bed. Pink tinted her cheeks as she began to feel foolish for her fantasies. She and Katya had never really talked about what they wanted or where they wanted to be in the future and something suggested to Trixie that those conversations would be like pulling teeth.
"Trixie, Trixie come here.” Katya said quickly, evidently having realised her joke was ill received. She grabbed Trixie’s hands and turned her around. She let out a sigh as she sat back in her heels, looking up at the other woman. “I would probably say yes. But I don’t know. You’re asking me to predict my life and mindset in three years.” Katya explained, rubbing the back of Trixie’s hand with her thumb. “Is marriage something that’s important to you?”
"I used to dream about my wedding a lot when I was little, I think a lot of what attracted me to it was a big party all about me. Didn’t really have those as a kid.”
“So it’s important to you?”
“Yes I suppose it is, is it to you?” Trixie nodded, watching Katya anxiously. What if Katya didn’t want to get married? What if she didn’t want a home with two point five children and a dog? What if she didn’t want children at all? Could they keep going if they didn’t want the same things?
“Not really, but hypothetically in three years time if you were to ask me to marry you I’d say yes because I knew it meant a lot to you.” Trixie made a face. “I don’t mean like marrying you just to make you happy. I just don’t feel the inherent need to get married but I would do it if it meant something to my girlfriend.” Katya clarified.
“Oh. So I suppose we’ll see where we are in three years.” Trixie said slowly, she supposed she could work with that. It wasn’t like she wanted to get married right now or anything, but it was something to know. She could see herself marrying this woman one day, the last thing she wanted was to find out Katya didn’t believe in marriage or something while she was in a restaurant on one knee with a ring.
“I suppose we will.” Katya said with a soft smile, pressing a soft kiss to her girlfriend’s lips. “Do want to see what I got at the dino museum?”
“Go on then.“ Trixie shrugged, smiling as Katya clambered from the bed and began rummaging through her bag. After a moment she let out a triumphant sound and held up a book to Trixie. '101 Dinosaur Jokes’ was written in large, green letters across the front. "Oh god, no."
“You ready? Why can’t you hear a pterodactyl using the bathroom?” Katya read, opening the book at the first page. Oh God, not the first page. Opening the book at the first page implied a linear journey through each page to the end. Trixie paled at the mere thought.
“I don’t know, why can’t you?” She asked flatly, hoping that maybe Katya had picked up a joke book that actually contained interesting, satirical humour the whole family could enjoy instead of dumb jokes.
“Because the 'p’ is silent.”
Dumb jokes it was then. Shouldn’t have gotten her hopes up.
“I no longer wish to live.” Trixie deadpanned, turning and making to walk towards the balcony as Katya cackled.
“Where are you going?” Katya asked quickly, looking up from her book with a frown.
“Depends, are you going to tell more bad dinosaur jokes?”
“I have a whole book to get through, Trixie. Of course I am.” She replied seriously, Trixie fought the urge to laugh. It was perhaps the most serious she’d ever seen Katya be. Trixie nodded.
“Ok, then I’m going to go jump off the balcony.” She declared, turning back towards the balcony.
“Oh no you don’t!” Katya cried, running and tackling Trixie, pulling her towards their bed. Trixie laughed loudly as they struggled. Eventually they ended up with Katya sat on top of Trixie, pinning her down. She dodged Trixie’s attempts to snatch the book from her fingers, ducking away whilst still sitting on her.
“What do you call a dinosaur with an extensive vocabulary?” Katya read, grinning down at Trixie gleefully.
“Nothing, I don’t call it anything!” The teacher insisted, trying to wriggle out from beneath the other woman. When had Katya become so heavy? Her strong legs were unyielding as Trixie tried to escape the obvious punchline running with ill-fitting confidence towards her girlfriend’s lips.
“A thesaurus!” Katya cried, beginning to laugh. Trixie sighed and stopped fighting as the other woman wheezed.
“I can’t believe you’re laughing at that and you’ve said some of my jokes are bad.” The teacher grumbled, looking up at Katya as though looking into the eyes of a traitor.
“You jealous of a book?” The Russian asked in a sing song voice.
“Apparently so.”
“Oh, don’t worry. I think you’re funny too.” Katya assured her, leaning down to press a quick kiss to her lover’s lips before quickly striaghening and holding the book out in front of her in what she must have deemed a ‘reading pose’.
“Katya.” Trixie said suddenly.
“What do you call a blind dinosaur?”
“Katya.”
“A doyou-“
“Katya.”
“What?!”
“How many of those do you think you could read if you were sat a little further up my body?” Trixie grinned, chuckling as blush filled Katya cheeks as understanding dawned on her features.
"Really?” She asked, shifting a little where she sat on Trixie’s stomach. Trixie blinked in surprise, making a note of the blush suddenly in Katya’s cheeks. She liked that idea, interesting. Trixie hummed as she thought about what books they had with them, she be damned if she was going to listen to dinosaur jokes during sex. It could be like a challenge, a competition of sorts, see how much Katya could read aloud. How well she could keep her composure.
She lowered the book as she leant down to kiss the other woman. Trixie smiled into the kiss, Katya was so easy. Although they were certainly doing that book thing at some point. The teacher suddenly burst into action, flipping them over and pulling the book from Katya’s hand.
“Ah you tricked me!” Katya cried, reaching for her book. Trixie held it out of reach, pressing a quick kiss to Katya’s lips in triumph.
“Some might say I’m tricksy…” She deadpanned.
“Oh my god. That was terrible.” Katya groaned, resting her hands on the small of Trixie’s back as she came to lay on top of her.
“Maybe I need the book for help.” Trixie mused, laying the book on Katya’s chest as she flipped through the pages.
“Take some tips from this quality book, it’s full of jokes.”
“Huh, that’s weird.” Trixie frowned looking at one of the pages.
“What?” Katya asked, trying to look at the page but Trixie tipped the book to hide it from her.
“Well it’s a book of jokes and on this page it just says the words ‘Katya Zamolodchikova’. Weird.” Trixie said, looking up at Katya with a cheeky grin.
“You bitch!” Katya laughed, giggling as Trixie held the book out reach. There was a knock on the glass of the sliding doors to the balcony. The pair turned to see Svetlana looking at them with a raised eyebrow a she leant against the wall just inside the door.
“How long have you been there?”
“Not long, but long enough. Dina’s gone for a nap and Peter and I wanted to know if you want to play cards with us.”
“Yeah, that sounds great.” Katya said happily, snatching the book from Trixie and patting her shoulder to get her to let her up. “Don’t worry babe, I’ll teach you how to play.” Trixie sat up, straightening her top.
“Ok, but the joke book stays here.” She said firmly as she stood, slipping into her shoes.
“Of course, the jokes are special, just for you.” Katya said seriously, leaning forward the press a kiss to Trixie’s cheek. Trixie grimaced and pretended to vomit before Katya smacked her butt playfully.
“I hate you.” Trixie grumbled, pointing down at the book in Katya’s hand as she passed Svetlana and stepped out onto the balcony.
“If you read her that whole book and she still loves you, put a ring on that finger as fast as you can, Katya.” Svetlana said, shaking her head fondly.
“Shut up.” Katya snorted, a faint blush touching her cheeks as she joined her sister. Svetlana put an arm around her and squeezed her in a half hug. They wandered out to the balcony to find Peter explaining the rules of the game to Trixie. Katya smiled at the sight. She loved how well Trixie fit in her family. She thought back to their earlier conversation as she sat down beside Trixie, and took her hand. Trixie shot her a quick smile and went back to listening to Peter. She knew it was way too early now, but she could see herself marrying Trixie someday and she somehow just knew in her heart that they would always be happy.
#trixie mattel#katya zamolodchikova#trixya#au#lesbian au#ellen thwoorp#tw mentions of homophobia#tw mentions of bad parents#rpdr fanfiction#DFA
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What the Neighbours Say (New Year, New AU) (Trixya) – Ellen Thwoorp
Summary: Trixie moves into a new neighbourhood with her good for very few things husband, ready to begrudgingly start her life as a housewife. That’s when she meets Katya, her bubbly next door neighbour, who understands her situation even more than she knows. They both make discoveries but do they have the strength to pursue them?
A/N: Suburban housewife AU. This is more angsty than I would normally write but I liked this idea. I wanted to explore what might happen in an AU in which they’re not single when they meet. This also has a fair amount of smut. Also this is set in the 90s (I don’t know why thats where my brain sets stuff all the time). Happy endings for life.
(TW for unhappy sex (if that makes sense?), could be seen as dub con and infidelity)
“Either you are one of those dolls come to life to dominate our neighbourhood or you have a fabulous aesthetic.” A voice said from behind her, making Trixie jump and almost drop the box she was holding. “Oh sorry.” The woman apologised, as Trixie put the box at her feet for safe keeping. The last thing she wanted to do was break her collection of vintage Barbies, no matter how happy it would make her husband, Nick.
“It’s alright.” Trixie smiled. “And to answer, maybe I’m both.” The stranger laughed.
“You guys moving in?” The blonde woman asked. The first thing Trixie noticed about her was her bright smile, whitened teeth shining at her. The woman was thin but curvy with a sharply angled face that should have been severe looking but managed to come across soft. She was wearing a rather odd looking black and white wrap dress, the pattern clashing with her colourful cardigan.
“Yeah. I’m Trixie.” Trixie introduced herself, straightening the shabby, oversized pink shirt she was wearing. When she’d dressed that morning her mind had only been on not getting any of her clothes she actually liked dirty, she hadn’t even considered what she would look like if she met their new neighbours. She must look a mess to these people, she’d never lived anywhere so expensive before. She probably stuck out like a sore thumb.
She and Nick had been married for just over a year, after dating for a year. Some people said they moved too quickly but Trixie had been too smitten with the idea of being married to listen, excited to finally get the wedding she’d always dreamed of.
“Katya. I live next door.” The other woman introduced herself, reaching over the white picket fence to hold her hand out to Trixie.
“Oh. That’s nice.” Trixie smiled, wiping her hand on her cropped jeans before taking her hand to shake it. “Nick Hun, come say hello to our neighbour.” Nick looked up and gave a half-hearted nod before turning back to arguing on his cell phone. Trixie swallowed, trying to battle the embarrassed heat that wanted to fill her cheeks. “He’s not normally like that. Work and all.”
“It’s ok. I have one like that at home too.” Katya replied, with more understanding in her eyes that Trixie was comfortable with. Trixie shook herself, letting go of the other woman’s hand.
“Where are you from?” Trixie asked, quickly changing the subject.
“Novosibirsk in Russia. I moved here just before I married my husband.”
“That’s so interesting.” She smiled enthusiastically. She liked this woman. For once she might actually like her neighbour. She remembered Mrs Eleanor Florence, the mean old lady who used to live next door to her just after she left college. She used to sit on the front porch and watch everyone nosily, eating sunflower seeds by the tonne. She used to knock on Trixie’s door every Halloween and give her a lecture on how to listen out for alien contact.
“Would you like to come over for a drink or something on Monday, once the boys have gone to work? The days can get pretty boring for a live in.” Katya asked casually, leaning against the fence. Trixie blinked in surprise then smiled. She had thought making friends in this neighbourhood would be hard but Katya certainly seemed very friendly.
“Oh, yeah. This will actually be the first time I haven’t had a job in a while. After he got this promotion Nick insisted, so…”
“Andrew, my husband, he’s the same. Insisted on being the bread winner.” Katya shrugged. There was an underly tension that suggested to Trixie that Katya didn’t care for the arrangement but she chose not to think on it too much. “So drinks? I could fill you in on all the gossip, you can’t live on this street without knowing who to avoid?”
“Is here a lot of people to avoid?” Trixie asked, looking around at the other houses, each one basically identical.
“Basically everyone.” Katya laughed, leaning forward as though it was a secret. “Excluding myself of course.”
“Drinks sounds great.”
“Fantastic, I’ll see you tomorrow say twelve? I’ll make lunch.”
“Ok.”
……………
From that first lunch the pair shared they became practically inseparable. They would do everything together from shopping to cooking to spa days. In fact there was only one thing Katya insisted on doing on her own and that was getting her hair done. Trixie had once asked her where she went as she needed a cut and the older woman had clammed up suddenly and spouted some nonsense about her hairdressers being exclusive. Trixie had merely shrugged, Katya was an odd duck so she’d just added it to the long list of Katyaisms that was forming in her head.
She been told off by her husband several times for constantly talking about the other woman, saying she sounded obsessed or something. That had hurt Trixie more than she’d expected it too, perhaps hitting a little too close to home. She’d countered that since he insisted she didn’t work not many things happened to her other than what she did with Katya. Did he expect her to sit and listen to him talk about his day at work without having to return the favour? This had turned into possibly one of the worst arguments they’d ever had, resulting in him sleeping on the sofa and Trixie crying herself to sleep wishing that Katya was there.
Nick wasn’t the only one to notice how much time Trixie was spending with the other woman. Several of the other women in the neighbourhood, a group who all went to get their nails done together and did yoga with their chia lattes, came up to her to warn her. They’d tell her Katya was odd and she always had been. That she didn’t fit in with the community and that Trixie didn’t need to make herself a social outcast. They pressed how important it was to choose the right people to associate with.
Trixie remembered the time Debbie from across the street had come up to the two of them to introduce herself to Trixie. She had completely ignored Katya, enthusing about how pretty Trixie was and how much she liked her hair. She’d then invited her to cocktails with herself and the rest of the Stepford wives, as Katya called them. When Trixie had asked if Katya could come to her face turned sour.
“We don’t really think she’d fit in with us. You’d fit in so well, you’re nice and normal. It’s important when you’re new to choose the right friends.”
Trixie had looked at Katya who wore a mask of indifference although Trixie felt as though she could see something else in her eyes, fear? She was Katya’s only friend here, a fact she could hardly understand. She was funny, kind and so full of energy.
Trixie had looked Debbie straight in the eye and informed her she would be sure to choose the right friends. The triumphant look of Debbie’s face lasted barely five seconds as Trixie took Katya’s arms and continued towards her house, calling for Debbie and her friends to enjoy their cocktails. Katya was quiet for a while after they’d walked away, not speaking until they’d reached the door to her house.
“You should have gone for cocktails, Trixie. Don’t exclude yourself because of me.” She’d said, her voice a mixture of sadness and bitterness.
“If you don’t fit in with them then how on Earth will I?” Trixie had laughed. “We already disagree on one thing.” Katya has simply blinked at her. “I think you’re great.”
Katya had smiled at her so brightly Trixie had thought to get her eyes checked for damage. That night they’d made cake and laughed for hours, leading Trixie to completely forget she even had a husband on his way home from work until ten minutes before her was due to arrive. She rushed out of the house, kissing Katya’s cheek hurriedly, not noticing the blush of Katya’s face.
Katya became the closest friend Trixie had ever had, almost like a sister. That was why the first thing she did when she felt the sadness wash over her was turn up at her door, thankful her husband was away so often.
……………….
“Now tell me what’s wrong.” Katya said gently as she guided Trixie to sit on her sofa.
“I think my husbands having an affair.”
“What makes you think that?”
“I found expensive lingerie, in its box and everything. I thought it was for me but the sizes. Katya, they were tiny.” Trixie moaned, holding her hands in front of her to show a size that certainly would not fit her round hips and butt. “I thought maybe he got the wrong size and they’re a gift but he gave me the damn vacuum cleaner for our anniversary. I checked where he’d hidden it and it was gone.”
“So who’s the lingerie for?” Katya filled in with a nod.
“Exactly.” Trixie nodded, looking down at the glass of wine in her hand. “He’s always away. He’s so protective of that damn cell phone. We never have sex anymore.” She sniffed, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand.
“Come her, you’ve smudged all your makeup.” Katya said gently, shuffling closer and grabbing a tissue. Trixie allowed herself to look at the other woman as she began to wipe her face. Why did her being so close make Trixie so comfortable yet so nervous at the same time? She wasn’t afraid of her. They were friends. Katya smiled at her when she caught her eye. Trixie couldn’t help but smile back. She would never be as beautiful as Katya. Katya was radiant.
Trixie bit her lip, wanting to ask a question but afraid of hurting her. Katya just continued to smile comfortingly at her, letting hand hand fall to rest at the crooks of Trixie’s elbow. “Has Andrew ever…?”
“What? Cheated?” She asked with a raised eyebrow as they both leant back into the sofa.
“Yeah.” Trixie nodded.
“Oh, I know he fucks other women.” Katya huffed, taking a rather large sip from her wine, but then Katya always did finish her drinks faster than Trixie.
“What? How?” The younger woman asked in disbelief. Katya knew. How could she be so flippant?
“You know Andrew, not smart enough to hide a Christmas present let alone a whole person.” Katya rolled her eye, putting down her empty glass. She looked at it for a second as though surprised by it before suddenly snapping out of it and looking up.
“Does he know you know?”
“Yeah, we never talked about it but I’m pretty sure he knows I know.”
“How can you just be alright with him fucking other women?” Trixie asked, trying not to sound incredulous but failing. How could Katya stand the betrayal?
“Because I do it too.” She replied softly, thumb rubbing gently on Trixie’s arm where her hand still rested. Trixie frowned. While she was sure Katya could have her pick of any man she wanted, part of her couldn’t quite believe it. She could believe that Katya was a liar. She’d always thought that cheating was a slimy, lecherous thing to do and yet across from her sat the funny, kind, elegant Katya. The last thing she was was slimy or lecherous.
“What? You sleep with men behind his back?” Trixie asked, needing the clarification. Maybe she’d misunderstood.
“No.”
“But you said-”
“Trixie.” She interrupted, putting her hands over Trixie’s and cupping them softly. Trixie swallowed, reminding herself that when you have no affectionate physical contact, holding hands with anyone felt good. “I don’t fuck other men behind his back. I fuck other women.”
“What?”
“I don’t sleep with men, I sleep with women.” She clarified, watching Trixie carefully. Suddenly everything changed for Trixie. They weren’t holding hands as friends anymore because Katya… she liked women. You don’t hold hands with someone unless you like them. What did it mean for Katya to like her? What if it meant she wanted her?
“Oh my god. You’re a dyke?” Trixie breathed, pulling her hands away from Katya hold. She let them go, sitting back a little further.
“It’s complicated, but I seem to be sexually attracted to both women and men. That has nothing to do with the fact I don’t love my husband anymore.” Katya said, her voice a little hoarse. She sounded wrong. Trixie couldn’t pin point it, her voice just sounded off somehow.
“Why would you stay with him if you don’t love him?” Trixie asked after a long moment of silence.
“The kids. The house. My parents. His parents. My visa. There’s a lot of reasons, Trixie.”
“So you just habitually cheat on each other?! That’s disgusting.”
“Would you still think it was disgusting if I was sleeping with the pool boy behind his back and not my hair dresser?” Katya countered. Trixie paused for a moment. The hairdresser. The ‘exclusive’ hairdresser.
“I- y- I need to leave, I should go home.”
“Trixie, you don’t have to go, you can stay here tonight.”
“No, no don’t.” Trixie snapped, pulling away from Katya’s touch. “I don’t want you like that. Ok, I don’t. I’m straight and I don’t like you like that. Stop looking at me like that.”
“Woah, ok. I meant you could stay in the spare room or I’ll sleep down here. I’m not some kind of predator.” Katya said, raising her hands and quickly taking a step back. Guilt could in Trixie stomach at the hurt on the other woman’s face. God why did everything have to be so complicated.
“I have to go. Goodbye.”
…………..
Three weeks later…
“Hey.” Nick called as he walked into the house. Trixie checked her lipstick in the shiny toaster before he walked into their kitchen. He’d been away for three days at a confrence, or so he said. She was going to not only win her husband back from whoever he was seeing on the side but she was going to prove something to herself.
“Hi. Did you have a good day at work?” Trixie asked as he walked into the dimly lit room.
“Hey, what’s all this?”
“I thought we could have a special night just for us.” Trixie smiled, opening her robe to reveal the expensive lingerie she’d bought with Katya. It was odd but she couldn’t help but feel slightly disappointed as Nick looked at her with little more than mild interest masked as hunger. When Katya had first seen her in this, the look in her eyes was indescribable. She hadn’t been able to place it before but knowing what she knew now about Katya, it was certainly lust. Katya’s compliments had made her feel so beautiful. So special. So important. Nick just made her feel cheap as he leant forward and kissed her.
They made their way up to their bedroom, Nick pulling at his tie.
…………..
She moaned, exaggerating it as she often did, for his benefit. It wasn’t bad, it was nice and all. It felt more like he didn’t know how to touch her anymore. That or he just didn’t bother to know anymore. She wondered if Katya would know where to touch her. She must do, she’s a woman. She knows where feels good.
That was when the image of Katya on top of her came into her mind. Katya kissing her neck as she pushed her fingers inside. Katya rolling her nipple between her teeth as she writhed. Katya sliding down her body to press a clever mouth right up against her. Trixie opened her eyes in surprise at how real her moan was she Nick pushed into her.
“God you’re so fucking wet.” Nick breathed as he began to fuck her. Trixie swallowed, guilt washing over her as she realised what just happened. She was thinking about Katya. About Katya touching her. And it was turning her on. She wrapped her arms around her husband as he pushed into her. He wasn’t even looking at her. She’d put all this effort into looking nice and he didn’t even appreciate it. Katya would have appreciated it, a small part of her brain supplied as she returned to fake moaning in the hope it would be over soon.
“I love you.” He groaned as her pounded into her, his socks still on his feet.
“I love you too.” Trixie gasped out, a tear leaking from her eye as her husband tensed and came. She quickly wiped it away as he rolled off her to lay on his back. It was barely three minutes before he began snoring. She took a deep breath, climbing out of the bed and going into the bathroom. She hadn’t meant it. She’s said it but she didn’t mean it at all. She didn’t love him. Not anymore.
She shut the door behind her, hands shaking as she looked at herself in the mirror. How long had it no longer been true? How many times has she lied? Not only to Nick but to herself. Her hands gripped the side of the sink as she let silent tears run down her face.
Not for the first time in the past few weeks she wished Katya was there. She found herself wishing it almost every minute of every day. She’d tried to go over and see her, apologise for how she was, spend time with her again. But she couldn’t. Every time she came close to their front door a feeling bubbled up in her chest. It scared her.
She raised her eyes to look at herself in the mirror. She pulled out a tissue from the box in front of her and began to tidy up her make up. You want Katya, she thought to herself, you want to sleep with her.
“I’m not gay.” She breathed, barely audible. But I’m also not happy. Taking a step back Trixie scrutinised herself in the mirror. She looked so good, and he hadn’t even said anything. Hadn’t even bothered to take is socks off. Katya would have said something. Maybe she still could, the bad part of her mind suggested. She swallowed. What was she doing?
……………….
"Hi.“ Trixie said softly when Katya finally opened her front door. They hadn’t spoken in almost three weeks now. Trixie had thought the separation might help her. Might stop her thinking about Katya all the time. But it didn’t. She only found herself obsessing more. Thinking about Katya with several faceless woman in several different positions.
"Oh, hey.” Katya said in surprise, looking her up and down. “Are you alright?” Trixie swallowed looking down at her pink silken dressing gown.
“Is- is Andrew here?” The younger woman asked, avoiding the question because she found she didn’t know the answer herself. She shivered slightly in her thin clothes.
“No, he’s away at a conference or so he tells me.” Katya supplied with a shrug, still looking thoroughly confused by the situation.
“C-can I come in?”
“Of course, sweetie.” Katya said gently, stepping aside to let the other woman into her house. Trixie slumped into the house, arms wrapped around her robe. It was like she was trying to hold herself together, arms squeezing herself tight so that she wouldn’t just fall to pieces of Katya ugly rug. “What can I do for you?” Katya asked as she shut the door behind her. Trixie came to a stop in the hall and looked up the stairs. What could she do for her?
She turned around, pulling at the tie on the front of her robe. Katya stared in disbelief as she held it open to reveal her lingerie. “You like me in the lingerie, how about you take it off me.” Trixie said as confidently as she could. Katya looked her up and down appreciatively before frowning at her.
“What are you doing, Trixie?” She asked, stepping closer, fingers twitching as though trying to restrain a need to touch.
“Please.” She said with a slightly shaky voice.
“What do you want?” Katya asked as she stepped into Trixie’s personal space. The younger woman let her arms fall around Katya’s shoulders.
“I want you to touch me.” Trixie gasped, her breath heavy. God she was so close. “I want to come, God it’s been so long since someone made me feel good I-”
“And you think I can make you do that?” Katya whispered, nose brushing against Trixie’s as her warm hands rested softly on her hips. She could feel her thumbs stroking at the skin between her knickers and her garter belt.
“I know you can.” She replied, pressing closer against the other woman. Katya regarded her for a moment before leaning forward to kiss her. It was one of the sweetest kisses Trixie had tasted in a long time. She sighed, pushing her fingers into Katya’s hair. It was odd how different it felt, kissing a woman. The body pressed against her, both familiar and unfamiliar as Katya slid an arm around her.
“Take me upstairs?” Trixie asked when she finally pulled away for air. She knew it was a cliché but kissing Katya felt like drowning. When she caught Katya’s eye she knew something had just changed. She couldn’t go back now. She’d tasted something homemade Italian macaroni and cheese, she couldn’t go back to Kraft dinners now. Ok, so the food analogy was odd but she found herself smiling, knowing that Katya would have found it funny.
Katya reached forwards to carefully brush Trixie’s delicately styled hair away from her face. “Ok.” She nodded after searching Trixie’s face for a moment. She took the other woman’s hand, leading her up the stairs. Trixie followed, nerves bubbling her stomach at the quiet tension that threatened to snap at any moment.
“Are you sure about this, Trixie?” Katya asked as Trixie laid back on her disastrously decorated bed. Trixie smiled down at the clashing prints. Katya didn’t fit in the neighbourhood, she never could. People thought that was a bad thing, that she was wrong for being weird but it was honestly one of Trixie’s favourite things about her.
“Yes.” Trixie nodded, looking at her with a smile. She surprised herself in just how okay she felt. Sure she was nervous but it was a good kind of nervous. That mixture of nerves and excitement that fills your belly on the first day of school or prom or a first date.
“And you know we can stop whenever, if it’s too much or you don’t like it we can just…”
“Katya, I know.” She said reassuringly, giving her a smile as she slipped her robe off and dropped it onto the floor beside the bed. She leant back coyly. “Now take that off.” She added, nudging the fabric of Katya’s dress with her toes. The Russian smiled, raising her arms to pull it over her head. Colour stained Trixie’s cheeks as she looked at Katya. “You’re not wearing any underwear.” She rasped, her mouth dry as she looked at the other woman’s naked body.
“What will the neighbours say?!” Katya gasped in mock horror, hand coming to rest on her neck as though she was clutching pearls. Trixie giggled. “I’m afraid it doesn’t make me quite the sight you are.” Katya added, chuckling as she slid onto the bed, crawling on top of the other woman. Trixie heart beat sped up as she loomed over her. Katya’s presence was so overpowering, it was as though she filled every corner of the room.
“I think you look amazing.” Trixie breathed, letting her eyes trail up to meet the other woman’s. She raised her hand to touch her before suddenly faltering. It had taken her all this time to realise she didn’t quite know how to touch the other woman. The last thing she wanted to be was a selfish lover, she wanted Katya to feel as good as her.
“It’s alright.” Katya said softly, looking her in the eye. “You can touch me wherever you want.” Trixie swallowed before moving to cup Katya breast in her hand. She let out a small gasp as she felt her. It was an odd and yet erotic feeling, touch another woman’s breasts. She’d expected them to feel the same as her own and yet they didn’t. They seemed heavier, her skin softer. Katya sighed in pleasure and leant forward to kiss Trixie again. The kissed languidly, Katya’s hands roaming gently yet modestly up and down her thigh. Trixie found herself surprised just how slow this was. It was as though Katya was taking time to memorise her, to get to know her mouth thoroughly before she moved on anywhere else.
“God you’re beautiful.” Katya moaned, sitting back on her heels to look down at her. “Let me take it in before it take it off you.” She explained, eyes roaming over Trixie in a way that might have made her feel uncomfortable if it was anyone else.
“Please, Katya.” She gasped, wriggling a little beneath her. As much as she wanted to go slowly, taking everything in, she was already desperate for release. She wanted everything and she wanted it as soon as possible.
“It’s okay sweetie, I’ve got you.” The older woman said softly, pressing a kiss to her thigh as she unhooked her suspenders and began to slide her stocking down.
“You don’t need to take it all off.” Trixie informed her, letting her hand fall back on the pillow beside her as Katya slid her other stocking down her leg. She waved them in the air with a flourish she seemed to know would make Trixie smile before dropping them to the floor.
“And deprive myself of seeing this gorgeous body in all its glory?” Katya asked incredulously, a playful smile on her face.
“You make me feel…” Trixie began before falling quiet, chewing her lip as Katya came to lean close to her.
“What? What do I make you feel?”
“Special.” She confessed as Katya helped her out of her bra, dragging the pink lace down her arms “Beautiful.” Katya hooked her fingers in her underwear, sliding it down as Trixie felt blush tint her cheeks. What surprised her was that the embarrassment wasn’t due to her nudity but her confessions. Looking up from her place laid between Trixie’s legs, Katya watched her closely. “Important.” …Loved, Trixie’s mind added at the end. Katya made her feel how Nick was supposed to make her feel.
“You are all those things.” Katya said with a surprisingly sad look in her eyes. She trailed up Trixie’s body, pressing stray kisses to her skin. “Don’t you feel like that the rest of the time?”
Trixie shook her head.
“You are so special, Trixie.” She said firmly, looking down at her with the softest eyes.
“Please. Katya. Ah.” Trixie moaned as Katya hand slid down between her legs. The Russian grinned, dipping to kiss her neck.
“Are you wearing new perfume?” She asked as she slid down Trixie’s body. Trixie could only nod her breath heavy with anticipation. “It suits you.” She grinned, positioning one of Trixie’s legs over her shoulder.
Trixie didn’t know if Katya saw the smile that split her face before she leant down to lick her. But soon it didn’t matter as Katya’s tongue flicked her clit. She let out a moan, not realising how worked up she was.
Trixie’s hand quickly fell to her breast, squeezing it as Katya continued to lick and suckle gently on her clit. God she was good. She could feel her toes curling as she writhed. Katya had a hand wrapped tightly around her raised leg, the other resting on her stomach to still her movements.
Katya moaned as Trixie took her hand and pulled it up to rest on her breast. Trixie twitched at the feel of the vibration against her. She held her own hand tightly over Katya’s as the other woman massaged her breast. The Russian was certainly talented with her mouth in way Trixie hadn’t experienced in years, if ever. Katya’s fingers laced with her own over her breast, pushing one of her nipples between their joined fingers.
It really didn’t take long for Trixie soft moan to turn into near screams. She grasped the head board with her free hand, needing to hold onto something as she felt orgasm approach. “Katya.” She moaned as the other woman slid a finger inside her and crooked it. Blinding hot pleasure shot through her spine as she came harder than she had in years. Katya rode her through it, pressing kisses to clit before taking a long slow lick from her opening all the way up. Trixie shuddered, feeling boneless.
“God that was hot.” Katya moaned, hand between her legs. Trixie’s mind had evidently leaked from her ears during orgasm as it took her several seconds to realise what Katya said and what she was doing.
“Let me.” Trixie said quickly her breath still heavy. For a moment she worried her arms wouldn’t respond before she reached out to the other woman.
“I’m not far. Just do what you would do to yourself.” She instructed as she laid back on the bed. Trixie rolled on top of her, sliding her hand teasingly down Katya’s stomach. The look on Katya face as she finally touched her was something to behold. Trixie kissed her chest, shocked at just how wet the other woman was. She enjoyed it. She enjoyed eating her out. She enjoyed touching her.
Trixie pushed a finger inside as Katya raised her leg to allow her better access. The Russian moaned and shivered as she began to push in and out slowly, her thumb rubbing circles against her clit.
“How are you so ah-” Katya gasped out as Trixie began to move faster, crooking her fingers slightly as Katya had.
“Shhh.” Trixie hushed as she kissed Katya’s neck, trailing down to gently take one of her nipples between her teeth. Katya’s hands gripped her arm tightly as she moaned, she was close already. She began rambling Russian as Trixie sucked her nipple, picking up the pace of her fingers. Her whole body tensed as she came, head thrown back in a silent cry. She slumped, trying to get her breathing back to a more normal rate.
Trixie rolled back, smiling softly as Katya followed her. Resting her head on Trixie’s shoulder, her arm wrapped tightly around her waist. They lay like that for several minutes, just breathing. Trying to cling to the good feeling as long as they could. Trixie stroked Katya’s long hair. She had always wondered how soft it would feel between her fingers. And now she knew. So many of those things she’d wondered about Katya. What she would look like in the throes of passion? How it would feel to kiss her? All those things she’d thought about while Nick snored on the other side of the bed.
Nick.
Trixie looked up at the ceiling and felt tears prick her eyes. She tried to fight the tears, not wanting Katya to feel bad or like she was at fault. Her hand came to cover her mouth as she began to cry.
“Trixie?” Katya frowned, evidently feeling Trixie’s shoulders shake. “Oh Trixie.” She breathed when she saw her face. “This is my fault, I knew something was wrong.” She said quickly, looking away in anger. Trixie momentarily felt hurt but it quickly became clear who she was angry at as she rubbed her eyes. Katya was angry at herself.
“I’m sorry.” She gasped, wiping fat tears as they rolled down her face. It was like someone had opened the floodgates, the harder she tried to stop the more she cried. She must look terrible with make-up streaking down her cheeks.
“Oh Trixie, come here.” Katya sighed, pulling her into a hug. She stroked her hair gently as she rocked them slightly. “I understand. You feel guilty. It’s ok. We can forget it ever happened.” She assured her, although something in her voice betrayed the truth of the matter. Katya didn’t want to forget.
“But I don’t feel guilty.” Trixie sobbed. “That’s the awful part. I’m a terrible person.”
“You’re far from a terrible person, sweetie, you’re the most amazing person I know.”
“I think the same about you.” The younger woman confessed, not able to look up from her place pressed against Katya’s chest for fear of what she might see.
“I’m going to get you something to drink, I’ll be right back.” Katya said as she stood, walking out of the room naked as the day she was born. Trixie ran her hands over her eyes and looked down at them. A silver band lay heavy on her finger.
She couldn’t decide if it was worse that she did what she did or that she didn’t regret it. God, she was a shitty person. How had she been so angry at Nick for betraying their relationship when she had done the same? How often had she lied to him? Was it every time she said she loved him? Was she lying on their wedding day? How did she know? Truth and lies had become muddled up in what she and others expected her to feel.
“Here.” Katya said gently and she sat down beside the other woman. She slid a mug into her hand. “It’s tea, I’d give you something stronger but I can’t have alcohol in the house anymore.” She shrugged, not meeting Trixie’s eye as she fiddled with a thread on one of her colourful blankets.
“You stopped drinking?” Trixie asked in surprise, part of her secretly relieved to hear so.
“Yeah, it- its was close to turning into something. Turning me into someone I didn’t want to be.”
“Do you feel better now?” She asked hopefully, blowing on the tea to cool it before taking a sip.
“No, it feels like shit, I just have to believe it’ll feel better tomorrow.” Katya confessed, running idle fingers over Trixie’s knee. Trixie smiled, dropping her free hand down to take Katya’s, hoping it would let her know that there was no shame in what she was doing.
“I’ve been doing that for the past six years. It doesn’t always work.” Trixie said humourlessly as Katya laced their fingers.
“What’s going on, Trixie?”
“Nick and I just had sex. Before I came I mean.”
“You’re telling me my mouth made indirect contact with Nick’s cock.” Katya shuddered, her nose wrinkled in disgust.
“Shut up.” Trixie said, failing to stop the giggle from bubbling up her chest. Katya smirked, nudging her with her shoulder. “He was wearing a condom and this is serious.”
“Ok.”
“He told me that he loved me.” Trixie continued, looking up to meet Katya’s eyes.
“Ok, that’s good. Right?” The Russian asked in what was evidently supposed to be cheeriness.
“I said it back. But I didn’t mean it, Katya.” She sighed, looking down at her tea as the steam swirled above the cup. “I just realised how many times I said it but I didn’t actually mean it.”
“Oh sweetie.” Katya sighed with understanding in her voice that hurt Trixie in a way she hadn’t been expecting. It sounded too much like Katya understood due to personal experience.
“All I do is lie to him. I tell him I love him. I’ve fake every orgasm I’ve had with him for the past almost year and a half.” She took a breath, it felt good to get her feelings out. There was no way she could tell her mother or sister, they wouldn’t understand or worse they’d tell her they’d told her so and refuse to help her with the mess she was in. “I was so mad at him for lying but I’m just as bad.”
“Faking an orgasm isn’t the same as cheating.”
“What did I just do Katya?” Trixie huffed, looking up to meet the other woman’s eye. She sighed and took a sip of her tea before placing it on the bedside table. “It’s like I just suddenly realised how fucking miserable I am all the time. Why am I living like this? Why am I doing this to my husband? To my family?”
“I can’t believe this.” Katya huffed, shaking her head.
“What?”
“Your husband is a dick and you’re blaming yourself for everything. Why do you always have to play the victim?” She snapped, letting go of Trixie as she stood. She was seemingly restless as she began to pace at the end of the bed.
“Excuse me?!” Trixie squeaked indignantly, she didn’t understand where this sudden anger came from but it felt very out of character for the Katya she thought she knew.
“So your husband is fucking somebody else. So you don’t love him anymore. So he doesn’t appreciate you. So he doesn’t worship every part of you like he should. What are you going to do about it?”
“Oh you’re one to talk. With your not so secret affairs.” Trixie argued back, moving to the bottom of the bed and rising to her knees to put herself on a more equal level with the other woman.
“That’s exactly why I’m saying this to you, because I wish someone had said it to me four years ago.” Katya insisted, the regret in her voice making Trixie’s heart break into small pieces. “What are you going to do about it, Trixie?”
“I-”
“Don’t you dare just accept this shit. Don’t you dare just decide it’s terrible and there’s nothing to be done.” She cried, her voice suddenly dropping as she looked at Trixie with earnest eyes. “You’re worth so much more than that.” Katya sighed. Trixie swallowed, how was it that compliments from Katya felt different than when they came from other people. When Katya told her she was beautiful, she made her believe it just by the way she said it. As though she couldn’t be surer of any other fact. “What do you want, Trixie?”
“I want to be in love again.” She confessed, thinking of all the things she thought she would have when she married her sweetheart. “I want to laugh. I want to cuddle. I watch stupid movies and eat cake. I want to go on picnics and spend the whole trip in the car because of the rain.” Trixie continued, suddenly realising she’d unintentionally shifted from general feelings to specific things she’d done with Katya. “I want to be happy again.”
“And how are you going to do that?” Katya asked.
“I’m going to leave my husband.”
“I’m very proud of you.” The Russian breathed, her eye shining with a mixture of pride, happiness and envy. It was as though she’d decided she was too far gone. As though she was stuck but she’d realised she could grant freedom to someone who still had the chance to get out.
“And you’re going to come with me." Trixie blurted out enthusiastically, grabbing Katya’s hands.
"What? Trixie I can’t I-” Katya began to argue, looking down at their hands sadly.
“Why not?”
“I just can’t Trixie, there might be problems with my visa and Andrew knows about the women. He’ll tell people Trixie.” She insisted, fear creeping into her eyes. It was then that Trixie wondered just how many people knew that Katya liked woman as well as men.
“So?”
“Oh my god, that’s such a straight person thing to say.” Katya huffed, rolling her eyes. “People are not going to like it.” Trixie sat back on her heels and though about this for a moment. She knew that it was an unusual and likely risky choice to live an openly gay life with your lover. With the aids crisis fresh in the memory of most of the world she knew there would be prejudice. But she also knew there would be allies. People, communities, groups that would not only accept but embrace them.
“Were you here fifteen minutes ago? That didn’t seem very straight.”
“Letting me eat you out does not a lesbian make, Trixie.” Katya laughed, looking at Trixie with fond eyes.
“Maybe I’m not as straight as you think.” Trixie countered, pulling the other woman closer by their joined hands. Katya chuckled as Trixie face came within inches of her own.
“Oh yeah?” She countered, stepping closer.
“Yeah.” Trixie nodded, pressing her lips to Katya’s in a fairly quick open mouthed kiss. Katya hummed into the kiss, hand coming to rest on the back of her head.
“Trixie.” Katya sighed, her tone warning as she pulled away, putting some distance between them, even if it was a small amount of distance.
“Come with me, Katya. We’ll go find a place together. We’ll sort things out. Nothing is going to change until we make it change.”
“People are going to think you’re my girlfriend if they find out I’m gay and we’re living together.” Katya mumbled, looking down at the ground as she ran her fingers through her hair.
“It would be quite the scandal.” Trixie giggled, her tone evidently surprising the other woman.
“You don’t mind that?” She blinked.
“What if it was true?”
“Oh my god, this isn’t happening.” Katya breathed, hands coming to cover her eyes as she walked in an aimless circle as she tried to process this information.
“Katya. I don’t really understand what I feel for you but it is something and it is real. I think about you all the time, you make me happy. I- I was even thinking about you when Nick and I were…” She trailed off, sighing at Katya’s frantic motions. She stood and came to stand in front of the other woman, placing her hands on her hips to hold her still. Katya peeked out from behind her fingers, her eyes conveyed a mixture of nerves and joy that left Trixie feeling confident in her words. “I think I might be in love with you and I know it’s kind of out of nowhere and I don’t really understand it but… that’s how I feel. So there.” She said with a sense of finality, letting her hands fall to her sides.
“I- I mean this is all so sudden. I’ve wanted to hear you say you liked me like that for so long, but last time we saw each other you wouldn’t even touch me Trixie.” Katya rambled, hurt colouring her eyes as she thought back to the last time they’d spoken.
“I was scared of what I felt. I still kind of am honestly.” Trixie confessed, looking at the ground guilty before gathering her courage. “But I know that you make me happy. Do I make you happy?” She asked hopefully, placing a gentle hand on Katya’s bicep.
“Yes, more than anyone I’ve ever known.” Katya sighed, stepping forwards to pull her into a hug. “I don’t like to let people know when I’m scared. I’m scared a lot of the time, even Andrew doesn’t know this but even the grocery store scares me.” Katya whispered in her ear, hands holding her waist tightly. Trixie swallowed, shocked by the confession. Katya always seemed so together, so calm and collected.
“Sometimes it good to be scared. It lets you know life is interesting.” Trixie said gently, stroking her hand over Katya’s long hair.
“Is that why I’m terrified right now? Because life is interesting.” Katya asked, her chest moving against Trixie’s as she chuckled breathlessly.
“Maybe. Listen you don’t have to come with me. But if you ever decided you wanted to you’d always be welcome.”
“I thought you wanted me to come with you.”
“I do.” Trixie said earnestly. “But I’d rather you were comfortable. If you want to stay here. If you feel safe here, stay Katya. I mean it.” She pressed a kiss to the other woman’s hands. “Then you can visit me as much as you want. Maybe one day you’ll be ready to join me.”
“You’d do that for me? You’d go all alone?” Katya asked in surprise, blinking rapidly.
“Of course.“ Trixie nodded as Katya stared down at the carpet beneath their feet.
"You still want to run away together?” The Russian asked after a long moment of silence.
“Uh-huh.”
“Do you know the number of a good divorce lawyer?”
“You’re coming?” Trixie asked hopefully. Katya bit her lip as grinned widely, nodding.
“This is crazy, you’re crazy.” Katya giggled as Trixie jumped in the air, hugging her tightly.
“Maybe a little.” Trixie confessed, swooping forwards to press the hard kiss to Katya’s lips. She pulled away, quickly searching for her underwear. “Pack your bags.”
“You want to go right now? What about your stuff?” Katya blinked, evidently surprised by the sudden action. She looked over at the clock, nine o’clock.
“I’ve had bags packed since I found out about the cheating. We can come back and get the rest of our stuff later, we’ll figure all that out later.” Trixie said with a wave of her hand. She remembered when she’d angrily packed the bags while Nick was at work. By the time she’d finished her anger had been replaced with overwhelming sadness and she’d gone straight to Katya’s.
“Ok. But you write that man a letter. He may be a selfish motherfucker but don’t stoop to his level by leaving with no explanation.” Katya inisisted, waggling her finger at the other woman as she picked up her dress.
“Ok.” Trixie nodded as Katya slid her dress on. A wave of guilt hit her as she remembered some of the good times she and Nick had had when they’d first met. They weren’t a poorly suited pair, they’d gotten on pretty well when they first got together but it became clear to Trixie as she reflected on their time together that the longer they were together the less he seemed to care about her. He took her for granted, slowly realising that he could get away with doing less and less on his end.
“I’m going to go pack. There’s a pad of paper and a pen by the telephone.” Katya said, pointing to the phone on the bedside table.
“Ok.” She nodded, picking up the items and sliding down onto the bed as Katya pulled open the wardrobe.
“Ok. Great.” Katya nodded, pulling dresses out of the wardrobe two at a time. She turned, arms full to see a thoughtful look on Trixie’s face as she stared down at the paper in front of her. She dropped the dresses on the bed and came to Trixie’s side. “Are you okay?” She asked gently as she noticed the sad look in Trixie’s eyes.
“Sorry.” She replied quickly, looking up from the paper. “I was never good at breaking up with people.” She confessed, with a small smile. “I don’t really know where to start.”
“Trixie, you’re sure about this?”
“It feels right in my gut.” Trixie smiled, taking Katya hand in her own. “Does it feel right in yours?” She asked, a laugh in her voice to hide the nerves she felt at the question. The Russian paused for a second then grinned.
“Yeah. It does.”
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Dina’s Fun Aunt Holiday Bonus Part 2 (Trixya) – Ellen Thwoorp
Summary – Their first day at the resort is a rollercoaster. There’s ups and downs but they come out of it wobbly but happy. Katya makes friends, some she wants, some she doesn’t. But no matter what happens shes happy to end the night with Trixie.
A/N: I’m sorry this is late but I thought I’d finished it, reread it and hated it so it’s had some work done. I hope you enjoy it. Did somebody say 1/3 smut? Because that is factually accurate.
“Have you seen Katya?” Svetlana asked, her jaw set as Dina hung on her arm.
“No, are you guys heading to unpack?” Trixie asked, giving the mother a sympathetic look.
“Yes do you want us to wait for you? Only Dina’s tired and we want to get her to the room.”
“No that’s fine, I’ll go find Katya.” She said with a smiled, picking up her and Katya’s bags and trailing their suitcase behind her. Where on Earth had the other woman gotten to? They’d been at the resort barely half an hour and she’d already disappeared.
She turned a corner and finally spotted her girlfriend sat on a bench with an old man. The pair could not look more contrasting in appearance. While Katya somehow managed to clash with everything with her bright red shorts and crazy sunglasses, the man could not look more ordinary. His white hair, contrasting starkly against his dark skin, was mostly covered by a dull brown hat, matching the tanned brown colour of his jacket. He had his hand rested on a walking stick, an old looking book and a worn duffle bag sat beside him on the bench. Katya was speaking animatedly while the man watched in amusement. Trixie approached, it was quite common for Katya to suddenly strike up friendships with random people, yet this was the most surprising victim of Katya’s madness.
“Trixie.” Katya cried when she spotted her, waving her over enthusiastically. Trixie came to stand beside her, dropping the bags. “What did I tell you Stephen, isn’t she beautiful?” Katya grinned, pulling Trixie into her lap. The teacher let out a surprised laugh as Katya wrapped arms around her.
“You were right, indeed.” The man spoke, his thick East Londonaccent taking Trixie by surprise. “Miss Mattel, nice to meet you. Dr Stephen Parkhurst at your service.” He said holding his hand out to her.
“Trixie Mattel, it’s a pleasure.” She replied, shaking his hand with a smile.
“Stephen was an army doctor in World War Two and he’s been travelling the world to find his extended family on his mother’s side.”
“Thank you for your service.”
“It’s fascinating, he used to work as a mechanic and he was just telling me all about the inner workings of a tank!” Katya continued excitedly. The doctor looked at her with a smile. Trixie grinned, only Katya would come up to a veteran in a shirt with the ‘what does the fox say?’ meme on it and sunglasses in the shape of pineapples and be able to talk to him about tanks without batting an eyelid. The older man seems fondly surprised by the woman rather than confused or weirded out. Trixie liked that. She hated it when people treated her like she was actually crazy or too much. She was mad sure, but she didn’t like the idea of her being ostracised for it.
“Wow, you’ve lived quite a life.” Trixie commented, catching the man’s eye knowingly.
“And I hope to continue to do so.” The old man laughed.
“Svetlana suggested we go eat at seven after unpacking." Trixie said, turning to look at her girlfriend.
"Ah, we better go unpack.” Katya sighed as Trixie stood. “I’ll see you soon Stephen, don’t think you’re finished with me yet. I want to hear all your stories.”
“I best find my room too.” Stephen said, clapping his hands together.
“Are you heading our way?” The Doctor nodded. “You don’t need any help do you?” Trixie asked, holding out a hand as the man leant on his stick to stand.
“No thank you Trixie, you are very kind.” He said appreciatively as Katya picked up all their bags and suitcase. Trixie went to take one of them off her but she waved her off, motioning for them to go in front of her. “Katya told me a lot about you. She mentioned that you are teaching your children all sorts about the history of the world. How many do you two have?” Stephen asked as they began to make their way inside.
“Oh, none ourselves I’m a teacher. We’re here with our- um Katya’s niece.” Trixie laughed, blinking in surprise at her own mistake. When had Dina become her niece too?
“Ah, she’d be a good mum that one. Mad as a box of frogs if it’s not impertinent for me to say so." He said in a low voice so Katya couldn’t hear him, jerking his head behind them.
"No, I totally know what you mean."
"Reminds me rather of my wife, god rest her soul. She was wild like her. You’re the sane one aren’t you?”
“I’d hope so.” Trixie smiled.
“Well it has been lovely meeting you both, I’m just down there.” The old man smiled as they came to a split in the corridor. “Good afternoon ladies.” He said, touching the edge of his hat as he made his way down the hallway.
……………
“That waiter is flirting with you.” Trixie grumbled as she seasoned the pasta dish she’d ordered. Katya rolled her eyes.
“No he isn’t. He’s just being nice. You’re just afraid he’ll like Contact too.” Katya snorted, nudging the other woman with her foot. Svetlana laughed. Trixie had been very happy to find out the Svetlana hadn’t been impressed by Contact either.
“Nope, I’m pretty sure it’s just the two of you that like that film.” Trixie insisted, looking at the other couple for back up. Peter laughed, shrugging with a kind of fondness. People did that a lot around Katya. People often had no idea what she was saying but they knew they liked her so they’d just laugh and shrug fondly.
“You’re just jealous because wait staff always like me.”
“It’s true though. Have you noticed that not only does she know half the waiters and waitresses in the area but they all love her?” Svetlana nodded as she sipped her drink, casting a fond look at Katya.
“I always tip twenty percent. More if they were very good.” Katya said matter-of-factly, eating a forkful of ravioli. Trixie snorted as Katya suddenly realised she’d overfilled her mouth. Katya turned to her with a face akin to that of a hamster hiding its food and gave her a tight smile.
“You mean if they tell jokes.” Trixie corrected because when Katya meant good she meant funny. Someone could rob her in the street and if they told a knock knock joke and made a pun while they took all her money she’d give them a five star Yelp review and tell the story fondly for years.
“Have you heard of that restaurant where the wait staff are paid to be mean to you?” Peter asked, leading to a lengthy conversation on just how mean is too mean and the Monty Python argument clinic sketch.
……………..
“That’s a really cool necklace.” The waiter said to Katya as he began to pile their empty plates so he could carry them away. Katya grinned, putting a hand to the necklace Trixie had bought her online. It was made up several small hands and doll arms, each was holing a little book. Each book had the title of a famous piece of gothic literature on. Trixie had known she’d like the necklace the second she saw it and bought it immediately.
“Thank you. It was a gift.” Katy beamed. Trixie chuckled, resting her cheek on her palm. She remembered how excited Katya had been when she opened it.
“A pretty necklace for a pretty girl. He must be really nice to buy you all that stuff.” The waiter laughed, placing their cutlery on top of the plates.
“Who?” Katya asked with a frown.
“Your boyfriend.”
“I don’t have a boyfriend.”
“Oh, interesting. Can I get you guys anything else?” He grinned, pulling out his notebook and pen.
“Can we get a chocolate sundae, a sticky toffee pudding and the cheesecake?” Svetlana ordered, watching him scribble the words down with a small frown. Katya rolled her eyes, no doubt her sister thought flirting in the work place unprofessional.
“Cool. I’ll be right back with your desserts.” The waiter said with a clap of his hands, taking their places away.
“Told you he was flirting with you.” Trixie grumbled, sitting back in her seat and taking a drink of her wine.
“So what?” Katya shrugged.
“So maybe tell him you’re not interested. I’m right here, Katya.” Trixie frowned indignantly. How could she not understand? “How would you feel if someone was brazenly flirting with me in front of you?”
“It wouldn’t bother me.” Katya replied with a laugh. Her jovial manner only fuelled Trixie’s annoyance.
“That food was really good wasn’t it Sv-“ Peter interjected hoping to curb the argument.
“Oh, it wouldn’t bother you?”
“No because I trust you not to cheat on me with the fucking waiter.” Katya said exasperatedly, throwing her hands up in the air and falling back into her seat.
“Katya!” Svetlana reprimanded, jerking her head towards Dina who was hardly paying attention as she tried to get her doll’s hair to stand up.
“Sorry, fudging. Don’t say that word Dina, its bad.” The Russian amended quickly before turning back to the conversation.
“It’s not about trust, you know it isn’t. Don’t even go there.” Trixie said softly, unable to even look at Katya. The day had been so long and tiring she couldn’t help but be a bit irritable. Part of her brain knew she was probably being a bit unreasonable and quick to anger. Katya often said a tired Trixie was a trying Trixie, which annoyed Trixie both because it was stupid and because it was true.
“Look, it’s none of his business Trix. Let’s just enjoy our food.” Katya sighed, trying to resolve the argument before they actually became seriously angry at each other.
“I can’t enjoy my food when a guy is just flirting with my girlfriend. He should know that you’re mine.”
“Stop being so possessive, it’s not a cute look on you.” Katya snapped, any humour gone from her voice as she looked at Trixie with a serious expression. Her tone was low and flat as she looked at Trixie with hard eyes. It wasn’t often Trixie saw her girlfriend look like that, but she knew it was a very bad sign. Trixie blinked before looking away, taking a sip of her wine. There was an awkwardly long pause where no one spoke.
“I’m sorry.” Trixie said quietly, breaking the silence. “I’m tired. I shouldn’t have-” She tried to explain rubbing her eyes. It had been such a long day and this guy had hit a little close to home. There was always a part of her that was possessive of Katya but that was only because she was afraid of losing her. She was afraid someone else would notice how amazing she was and take her away from her.
“No, I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking about it from your perspective.” Katya assured her, taking Trixie’s hand in her own and kissing the back of it. They’d talked about this sort of thing briefly before. Katya sometime forgot that Trixie didn’t see everything the way she did. She knew Trixie was sometimes a little insecure in the stability of their relationship. She was a product of her upbringing. She’d told Katya that when she was young if she didn’t hold onto something or fight for it she’d lose it to her sister or parents. “I forgive you.”
“I forgive you too.” Trixie breathed in relief, looking at Katya with bright eyes. “I love you.”
“I love you too. Now cake.” Katya said cheerily as she spotted the waiter heading over to them with two dishes and a tall glass.
“Cake.” Svetlana agreed, glad the conflict was over. She found herself surprised how quickly the pair had made up. She knew relationships were difficult sometimes. Peter and herself had had their fair share of spats too.
“Ok, I have one sundae.” The waiter smiled, placing the sundae in front of Dina as instructed. “One sticky toffee pudding.” He placed the pudding in front of Peter when he raised his hand. “And a slice of cheesecake.” He said finally, looking at the other occupants. Katya nodded.
“Can we have two spoons? My girlfriend likes to say she doesn’t want any but she always does.” Katya asked brightly, waving the hand that was still joined in Trixie’s. He gave their joined hands an odd look as he placed the cake down in front of them.
“Sure.” The waiter replied, his smile not reaching his eyes as he looked between them. He nodded and left to fetch them a spoon.
“Happy?”
“Yeah. I didn’t know I was getting cheesecake too.” Trixie joked, squeezing Katya’s hand as she nudged her with her shoulder. Svetlana and Peter chuckled.
“Oh please, ‘didn’t know’. When was the last time I had a dessert to myself?” Katya snorted, drawing a line down the middle of the slice before cutting it with her spoon.
“You must be special, I’ve never seen Katya share her desserts before.” Svetlana laughed as the waiter came and carelessly handed them another spoon.
……………
“Ok, so Trix and I were stood there in the middle of the mall, covered in ice cream with this Jack Russell eying us up. The baby was crying and clown statue’s head was rolling into one of posh restaurants, we still had no idea what happened to my shoe and this old lady comes over to us and says…” Katya reminisced, turning to Trixie for her to fill in the role of the old lady.
“If this goes viral on the Youtubes, don’t let the fame change you.” Trixie quoted in a poor New Yorker accent. Everyone around the table laughed. Katya shook her head. She wasn’t sure how or why so many mad things happened to them but at least they had fun.
“We looked for the footage but I guess no one caught it on film because we never found it.” Katya laughed, wishing there was footage of the escapades. The waiter came by and place the bill beside Katya on the table. Katya reached for the bill but Trixie stopped her.
“No you don’t, I’ll pay.” Trixie said firmly, picking up the small dish and placing it down in front of her.
“Oh, you don’t need to.” Peter argued as Trixie reached for her handbag.
“Please, you’ve brought me on holiday with you. It’s the least I can do.” Trixie insisted, smiling kindly at the pair. She could pay for every meal they ate here and she doubted she’d have paid them back for the plane tickets.
“We just wanted someone to babysit, Katya.” Svetlana chuckled.
“Hey.” Katya cried in mock outrage, turning to help Dina wipe the chocolate from her face. Trixie laughed picking up the bill.
Katya was so busy helping Dina wipe her face it took her a moment to notice Trixie had suddenly gone quiet.
“Is it more than you expected, kotenok?”
“I’m going to bed.” Trixie’s voice was a little wobbly as she pulled notes from her bag and placed them down on the dish. “Don’t tip him.” She added before standing and walking out of the restaurant.
“What’s wrong with her?” Svetlana asked as Katya picked up the bill to read it. She watched as her sister sighed, putting her hands over her eyes. Svetlana reached out to take the bill from her sister.
“Don’t Lana, don’t read it.” Katya begged as the other woman took it from her.
It read: ‘You could do better, Foxy. Call me when you change your mind, I’ll show you what you’re missing.’ Followed by his phone number and a winky face.
“Oh my God.”
“What does it say?” Dina asked, looking up from her toys as they navigated the table as though it was some kind of assault course.
“Nothing sweetie, adult business. Play your game.” Svetlana assured the child, lowering her voice when she spoke again. “How can he write that?! I’m getting the manager.”
“No, Lana. This-” Katya sighed. “This sort of thing has happened to us before. Sometimes it’s best to just ignore it.”
“Does this stuff happen to you often?”
“Sometimes. The world is full of creeps.” Katya said sadly, looking in the direction Trixie went worriedly. “Look, I’m going to go check on Trixie. It’s probably best just to leave it, Lana. You have to pick your battles.” She stood, pulling her jacket from the back of the chair. “Definitely don’t tip him though.” She added before leaving.
Svetlana scowled as the waiter watched Katya leave the room, still in disbelief as she watched her gave him the finger. She looked at her husband. They sat there having a conversation with their eyes for a few minutes.
Peter raised his hand to the waiter, waving him over. He walked over calmly, smiling at them as though nothing had happened.
“Do this again and we’ll see you manager knows about it.” Svetlana said in the sternest tone she could. The kind she used when Dina was really really naughty.
“And don’t think we won’t. Don’t serve us again.” Peter added, standing and picking up his daughter who was half asleep at the table, Barbie and Pterodactyl in hand.
…………….
Trixie sighed as she looked out at the view from their balcony. She hated that people like that always managed to get to her. Katya was much more used to it than her, having been in more openly gay relationships than Trixie. She always told her just to ‘ignore it’, ‘don’t let it get you’, ‘people are stupid’. While she understood Katya hatred for confrontation, she always wanted to shout. She wanted to scream because it wasn’t fair. Someone shouldn’t be allowed to write something like that. To look them in the eye and be so rude.
She let out a yelp of surprise as someone grabbed her suddenly from behind. A calming breath left her lungs when she saw familiar fingers lace across her stomach.
“Hello my darling.”
“Hi.” Trixie sighed, letting her head rest against Katya’s as it appeared at her shoulder. She fought the laugh that bubbled up her throat as she realised Katya must be on her tiptoes to achieve this position.
“Don’t let it get to you, kotenok.” Katya said softly, kissing her cheek and squeezing her tightly.
“I’m not.” Trixie lied, turning to face her girlfriend.
“Trixie. I know it’s shitty and I probably should have done something about it sooner.”
“No, don’t you apologise for anything that just happened.” The teacher said sternly, rubbing her hand on Katya’s back soothingly.
“Ok.” Katya nodded, pressing a quick kiss to her lips. “Don’t let him ruin it for you, its lovely here.”
She supposed it did seem very nice here, despite the douche who’d served them. The food had been delicious, most of the staff very friendly and the view was absolutely stunning. The rooms were also very nicely laid out and decorated. She and Katya their own room next door to Svetlana and Peters, the two rooms joined by a long balcony. Dina had her own little room attached to her parent’s room, which Trixie was very thankful for. Katya had told her that she normally shared a room with the girl and part of her had feared that would be the case this year too.
“Guess what?” Katya said suddenly, pulling Trixie from her thoughts
“What?”
“I’m a Lebanon.” The Russian grinned as Trixie laughed. “Guess what else?”
“What?” Trixie asked fondly.
“I love you.”
“I love you too. You and your stupid t-shirt.” Trixie snorted, poking the fox as it danced across her boobs. Katya giggled.
“Wait until you see what I’m wearing underneath." Katya said flirtily, swaying the other woman slightly.
"Will I need therapy afterwards?” The teacher quipped, casting a quick look to the sliding doors of the room next to theirs as the lights came on.
“Yes. Your brain will short circuit from sexiness.” Katya replied as Trixie pushed her gently back into their room. She slid the door behind them.
“I bought us something. A twenty seven weeks and three days anniversary present.” Katya said, rummaging in their suitcase. Warmth spread in Trixie chest as she realised Katya counted the days they had been together.
“Tah-dah.” She said holding up a box with a flourish. Trixie sat down on their bed with a curious expression.
“Bend over boyfriend?” Trixie read, taking the box from the other woman as Katya closed the curtains to the balcony.
“Ignore what it says on the box. Straight people and all that jazz.”
“Double ended-oh.” The blonde began to read before suddenly realising just what she was holding. Katya came to kneel behind her, arms draped over the other woman’s shoulders.
“Yeah so, that bit goes in whoever is wearing it and they can fuck the other person with that end.” Katya explained into her ear, pointing at the picture on the back of the box. “No harness.”
“Doesn’t it fall out?”
“Not if you’ve got a good pelvic floor or you’re wearing underwear.” Katya said with a half shrug, resting her cheek against Trixie’s. “Hey I did a bunch of research, read loads of reviews. This is good quality.”
“Was it expensive? Because you’re always complaining about my strap on but there’s really nothing wrong with it.”
“The colour of the harness clashes and it makes my butt look weird.” The Russian complained. “Anyway we haven’t even gotten to the best part.” Katya added excitedly, leaning forward to press the button on the controller. Nothing happened.
“Batteries would be an idea, sweet.”
“Shit yeah.” The Russian cursed, digging back into their suitcase on the end of the bed. Trixie chuckled as she finally found some batteries, tearing into the packet with her teeth. Trixie shuffled a little as she worked her dress over her head, the bed creaking slightly. And yet somehow Katya seemed not to notice as she opened the paper instructions trying to figure out where the batteries went.
Katya let out a soft gasp as Trixie pushed her long hair aside and began to kiss her neck. Trixie’s hands slid around her stomach, sliding up to give her breasts a squeeze.
“I’m trying to concentrate.” Katya sighed in feigned annoyance, leaning back against Trixie despite her words.
“Am I distracting you?” Trixie asked innocently, running her nails gently over the tops of Katya’s thighs. Katya finally managed to place the batteries in the right way around.
“You always distract me.” The Russian said matter-of-factly, clicking the battery cover into place. She let out a triumphant sound, turning to give Trixie a quick kiss. Trixie caught her lips, coaxing her into a longer, deeper kiss. Katya slid her tongue into her lover’s mouth as Trixie’s hand crept inside her t-shirt, the fabric dragging up as she slid her hand higher. She smiled into the kiss at the feel of lace.
“Have you been wearing nice underwear all day?” Trixie asked, pulling Katya to lay on top of her. The Russian followed whilst clumsily trying to work her way out of her t-shirt.
“No.” Katya laughed. “I changed before dinner.”
“Anticipating something were you?” Trixie asked coyly as she helped Katya out of her t-shirt.
“Well, I was hoping to score with the waiter but…” Trixie suddenly went quiet, her face lost its humour as she began to carelessly fold Katya’s t-shirt. “Sorry, it’s too soon to joke about that isn’t it?” Katya said apologetically, looking at Trixie with an anxious expression. Trixie looked away, jaw set with annoyance.
“Hey, Trixie.” Katya called after a moment, shifting a little from her place half on top of her. Trixie rolled her eyes still not looking. “Trixie.”
“What?” She sighed, turning to look at her.
“Who am I?” Katya asked from behind her hair. She’d parted her hair at the crown of her head so it fell down to cover her face. She had Trixie’s sunglasses on over her hair. Katya made garbled chirpy noises in a poor impression of Cousin Itt.
“Oh my god.” The teacher snorted, pushing the other woman’s shoulder as she couldn’t help but laugh. She remembered the first time she’d said Katya looked like Cousin Itt. She’d just come out of the shower and was towel drying her hair, leaving it in a state Trixie could hardly believe, covering her whole face. She’d laughed for such a long time at the confused, naked and faceless Katya before letting her in on the joke.
“You’re such an idiot.” She said fondly, parting the hair beneath Katya’s nose to kiss her. The other woman smiled into the kiss, evidently pleased with herself. Katya never liked to see Trixie unhappy, she’d never considered just how far she’d go just to make the woman laugh but doing stupid stuff seemed to work pretty well so far.
“I love you.” Katya grinned as came to straddle Trixie. “I love you.” She said a little louder, enjoying the crinkled that appeared at the corners of Trixie’s eyes. The teacher laughed. “I l-“ Katya began to shout, hands on either side of her mouth before Trixie shushed her through her own giggles.
“Shut up.” She giggled, pulling the other woman down to the bed.
“Make me.” Katya replied challengingly, sliding a hand around to grope her girlfriend’s ass languidly. Trixie rolled her eyes, leaning down to kiss her. Katya caught her lips eagerly, deepening the kiss as her hands slid to the hooks of Trixie’s bra. The blonde pulled away to pull it off, letting it slip down her arms and casting it onto the floor.
“You packed lube right?” Trixie checked as Katya looked her up and down with hungry eyes.
“Yeah, it’s in the red bag.”
“I’m going to grab it. You best be naked when I get back.” Trixie smirked, chuckling as Katya let out a yelp of laughter as she lightly ran her fingers down the inside of Katya’s thigh. She got off the bed, shedding her underwear as she did so. Katya laughed as she threatened to throw her underwear at her when she wolf whistled.
By the time she returned with the lube Katya was completely naked, a finger already inside herself while her other hand squeezed her breast. She looked up at Trixie through her eyelashes, making soft mewling sounds as she touched herself.
“You’re so bad.” Trixie breathed, coming to sit between her legs. Katya bit her lip and moaned as she added another finger. Trixie could remember the morning they’d discovered that Trixie liked to watch Katya touch herself. They’d had one of their more laid back dates, dinner and television and it had been great. That night Katya had been insatiably horny but it had been Trixie’s time of the month so they hadn’t done anything. The next morning Trixie had woken to the sound of cut off gasps and soft moans.
Katya had at first been worried Trixie would be mad at her or something not wanting to bring up what she wanted because she knew Trixie felt shitty. Annoyance barely made a fleeting visit in her brain when she first saw her. And so now it often worked its way into their foreplay, if Katya really wanted to drive her mad.
“Here, beautiful.” Trixie said breathlessly, holding the lube out to her lover. Katya presented her fingers for Trixie to squirt the lube into. Trixie sighed in content, resting her cheek on Katya’s raised knee as she watched her slid her fingers back in. She pressed a kiss to the inside of her knee as she watched.
“You want me to do you too?” Katya gasped, breath heavy as Trixie licked her finger and pressed it against her clit, rubbing very gently.
“And how are you going to do me?” Trixie chuckled. “Or am I doing you?”
“I want to fuck you so bad.” Her voice was hoarse as she removed the fingers from inside herself to beckon Trixie closer.
“That can be arranged.” Trixie nodded, sighing as Katya’s slick fingers brushed against her. The Russian slid her clever index finger inside her, shortly followed by her middle finger. Trixie moaned, Katya was always so good at this. She soon found herself becoming inpatient with the slow movements. “I can take another.”
“Someone sounds impatient.” Katya smirked, pushing a third finger inside her. Trixie groaned, letting out a desperate sound as Katya lightly touched her clit with a pressure light enough to feel but not hard enough to satisfy. After a moment of this torture she moved away.
“You wouldn’t be so smug if you could see yourself right now, missy.” Trixie countered, taking the toy from beside them and covering it in lube. Katya snorted. “You ready for this?” Katya nodded.
After the slightly awkward moment of trying to figure out how best to use the toy they ended up with the toy inside her, supported by her underwear. It was a little odd looking although Trixie supposed so were strapons with harnesses. She cast a look to the vibration controls tucked at Katya’s side thoughtfully.
Deciding to leave that for now, Trixie reached forward and gave the toy an experimental tug, noting the way Katya’s breath hitched. “Does that feel good?”
“Yeah.” Katya nodded, seemingly equally impressed.
“How about this?” Trixie asked as she slid forward and pressed herself against the toy, grinding against it. Katya hummed, hands sliding up to rest on Trixie’s hips as they moved. The other woman grinned, raising her hips so that she could sink down onto the toy.
“Wait.” Katya said suddenly, putting a hand on Trixie’s stomach to stop her. “Pick a wall.”
“I’m sorry?”
“I’d like to try it against the wall. I find the idea…” Katya trailed off, shrugging one shoulder as she fidgeted slightly, rolling some of the bedsheet between her fingers. Trixie raised an eyebrow as she slid back down to perch on Katya’s thighs.
“Is this a kink?” She asked curiously, it’s not that she didn’t want to or anything. Katya was always more adventurous in the bedroom, whereas Trixie tended to be perfectly content with the things they already did without wanting to try new things. She certainly wasn’t complaining, the new stuff often ended up being either the most amazing experience or the most meh experience, in which case they didn’t bother again.
“I don’t know, maybe.” Katya shrugged, trailing a finger up Trixie’s stomach and towards her breast, looking up at her from under her eyelashes. Trixie fought the urge to roll her eyes, stage one of Katya’s unbeatable guide to getting her way.
“Alright.” She said with a laugh, Katya had been pulling out all the stops. She had to end it before the sweet talking came along. She enjoyed the sweet talking but she was more interested in other things at the moment.
“Really?” Katya said in surprise, evidently expecting to have to convince Trixie it would be more worthwhile than just riding her to completion. Trixie nodded. “Pick a wall.” Katya repeated, eyes alight with excitement.
“I think that’s the sexiest thing you’ve ever said to me.” Trixie deadpanned, making Katya giggle. “I’ll go with this one since nobody is on the other side of it.” Trixie said, pointing to the wall to her left as she stood.
“The bathroom genie might disagree.” Katya mused, quickly catching up with the other woman and backing her up towards the wall.
“This is weird dirty talk.” Trixie snorted as her back hit the wall softly.
“Oh hush, you love it.”
“Nope I love you, that’s different.” Trixie said, running a hand through Katya’s hair trying to avoid the tangles. The Russian smiled, leaning forwards to kiss her softly.
“You’re going to love this. Ready?” Katya checked, looking very confident in her own abilities. Trixie supposed that confidence was in many ways not unfounded.
“Go on then, wow me.” Trixie sighed in false exasperation. Katya nodded, shoulder squaring as she seemed to take it as a challenge. She stepped forward, closing any space that may have been between them, and kissed Trixie with more vigour than the other woman had been expecting. The teacher sighed into the kiss, putting her arms around Katya’s neck as she took hold of Trixie’s leg and pulled it up.
She let out a surprised moan as Katya pushed up into her. She wasn’t sure what it was about the position that made it feel so different, no doubt it was the angle. Part of her also cursed Katya for being right because this was already better than her old strapon.
Katya began to fuck her, grinding her hips to deliver slow yet purpose filled thrusts. Her breath would stutter each time she moved, leaving her breathless. Trixie let her head fall back against the wall as she looked at Katya with half hooded eyes. She slid her hand down from Katya’s neck to cup her breast.
“Seeing you…” She began before being cut off by a gasp as Katya stepped a little closer, shifting her position for a better angle. The Russian looked up, her cheeks flushed red and her eyes dark. “…Enjoy it.” She choked out through moans as she rolled Katya’s nipple between her fingers. “It’s super hot-ah.” Katya smirked, thrusting harder and faster as her hand gripped Trixie’s leg tightly.
Trixie’s chest heaved as she held onto Katya’s shoulders for dear life. Katya caught her lips but found she couldn’t maintain the kiss for long due to the need to breath. She settled for ghosting heavy breaths over Trixie’s neck, occasionally sucking on her soft skin, no doubt bruising it. Trixie’s toes curled in pleasure as Katya kissed the spot on her neck that always sent a jolt up her spine.
“Oh god you’re going to make me-”
“Hold on.” Katya huffed out, reaching for the controller at her side. The pair almost tumbled as Trixie nearly doubled over at the first feel of vibrations against her. Katya grunted as she managed to maintain her near brutal pace.
It didn’t take long after the vibrations began. Trixie had begun chanting a mantra of 'fuck me, yes, fuck me, oh’ and Katya was happily doing just that.
Katya bit down on Trixie’s shoulder to muffle her shout as she came, her legs shaking from the stimulation. Trixie pulled Katya’s face to her, kissing her thoroughly. She was quite impressed the woman was still going despite having evidently just experienced as fairly powerful orgasm.
“Just a little mor-Ah.” She began, hoping to reassure Katya that she was almost there. The Russian pushed into her roughly, pressing the vibrations right up against her. She drowned her cry in Katya’s mouth, her whole body shuddering and tensing as she came. She let out a rather strangled sigh before slumping forward against her lover.
Next thing she knew they were on the floor with the loudest commotion she had ever heard. Katya’s legs had given out due to the sudden extra weight and lengthy exertion, leading them to both plummet to the wooden hotel floor. But as if the situation wasn’t bad enough, Katya had reached out to grab something to stop her fall and had managed to pull the bed sheet, sending their suitcase and the contents clattering to the ground.
“You ok?” Trixie asked as Katya groaned. Trixie was sure she was going to get bruises forming on her knees and elbows thanks to that endeavour. You couldn’t get her to regret it if you tried though.
“That wasn’t part of my plan.” Katya said through heavy breaths, pulling the no longer vibrating strapon from inside her and dropping it down beside them before laying back against the ground. With that she turned her face to look at Trixie, catching her eye. There was barely a second of silence before the two burst into giggles.
“Only us.” Trixie snorted, as she settled next to her, momentarily thankful neither of them had hit their faces when they fell. “Would you say that’s the best sex we’ve had?” Trixie wondered, putting her head on Katya’s shoulder.
"Mmm. Everytime is the best time, although if I had to choose it would have to be the first time.” She replied, looking up at the ceiling with a smile. Her breath was heavy and her eyes were bright. Trixie always loved seeing her like that. “You remember that?”
“Of course I do.” Trixie rolled her eyes as Katya shifted, her forearm now beneath Trixie’s head as she loomed over the other woman with a grin.
“That first time I ate you out.” The Russian breathed, pushing her leg between Trixie’s. “You looked so good, all flushed and breathy. Just like you look now.”
“Are you trying to turn me on again?” Trixie tried to laughed, but the words came out croaked. Katya looked at her innocently as she dropping to press an open mouthed kiss to Trixie’s nipple, tongue running along the exposed bud.
“I wonder if you could-” Katya’s victorious look morphed into one of mild horror when a knocking sound came from the balcony window. “Oh my god.” She hissed, turning to catch Trixie’s eye. She hauled herself up, pulling Trixie with her. Trixie then had to catch her as she legs hadn’t quite recovered.
“Katya? Trixie?” Svetlana called from outside. The pair had never moved so fast in their lives, half miming and half whispering to each other as they pulled on any clothes they could find.
“One second.” Katya called, hopping as she hurriedly tried to pull on pair of Trixie’s shorts that were clearly too big for her. Trixie couldn’t see to help as she was in the process of battling with the first dress she had laid her hands on. Once she’d pulled it on she rushed over to where they’d been laid. Trixie kicked the strapon into the bathroom and shut the door with a nod to Katya who looked put upon. Katya pointed at Trixie before pointing at herself and shaking her head.
“Your sister.” Trixie argued so quietly it seemed more as though she was simply miming the words. Katya put her hands up
“Has to like you, she can give me shit.” She argued, point an accusatory finger.
“Open the door.”
“You do it.”
“For God’s sake.” Trixies sighed, walking over to the door, dragging Katya by the loose waist of her shorts as she did so. Before Katya could complain or argued, she opened the door.
“Hey, Lana. What’s up?” Katya said, trying to lean casually against the door frame.
“Erm, we heard a crash. I wanted to make sure you were ok.” Her older sister replied, looking a cross between concerned and suspicious.
“Katya was doing yoga and she kicked the suitcase off the bed.” Trixie lied, running her hand through her no doubt very messy hair.
“Oh right. Are you guys going out?”
“No why?” The pair asked in unison.
“It’s just you’ve got changed.”
“These are our bedclothes.” Katya supplied, seemingly deciding it was her turn to come up with a lie. Trixie could have kicked her.
“You wear sequins to bed, Trixie?”
“There is no place or time where sequins aren’t appropriate, not even to bed.” Trixie replied as confidently as she could, not quite able to believe the words leaving her mouth.
“What did you do to your arm?” She asked, pointing down to the spot on Trixie’s forearms where Katya had accidentally scratched her as they’d fallen.
“Who do you think you are asking all these questions? Sherlock Holmes?” Katya cried suddenly, eyes wide. Trixie shook her head, Katya was such an awful liar, it was painful to watch. She made a mental note never to let Katya take over in impromptu lying situations, she couldn’t handle the pressure. Trixie would have thought she’d have been quite good at it given how creative she was but nope.
“You’re acting weird and I- oh.”
“What?” Trixie asked quickly.
“I can’t believe I fell for that cockamamy story.” Svetlana snorted. “You were doing something I don’t want to know about in detail and you like fell out of bed or something, didn’t you?”
“Huh?” Katya asked, trying to look confused. Trixie contemplated just going inside and going to bed. The charade was pointless at this point.
“Goodnight you two, try not to wear too many sequins to bed.” The older woman huffed a laugh before turning and heading back into her room.
“How’d she figure us out?” Katya blinked, shutting the sliding door behind her.
“I don’t know, I mean with your lying skills, maybe she is Sherlock Holmes.” Trixie said sarcastically, pulling the sequin dress over her head.
“You have thought we’d have noticed the moustache.” Katya mused, evidently electing to ignore Trixie’s jibe.
“Did Sherlock Holmes have a moustache?” Trixie asked, looking mournfully down at their clothes strewn across the floor.
“I’m not sure, want to sort this it tomorrow?” Katya hummed, appearing beside her.
“What the 'tash debate or the suitcase?” Trixie snorted, letting her head fall to Katya’s shoulder as the other woman slung an arm around her.
"Let’s go to bed.“
#katya zamolodchikova#trixie mattel#trixya#fluff#mild angst#au#lesbian au#cisgirl au#parent/teacher au#ellen thwoorp#tw mentions of homophobia#rpdr fanfiction#submission#DFA
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What’s That Coming Over the Hill? (New Year, New Au) (Trixya) – Ellen Thwoorp
Summary – There are things in this world that don’t make sense. Creatures that shouldn’t exist in the real world. Entities that suck the life from the living. Those who want to bring the world to darkness. There are only two people in this world who can stop them.
A Russian ex-cop with a taste for danger and an unhealthy obsession with her car and a bubbly ex-hairstylist with a passion for mythical lore, who somehow got roped into both monster hunting and a relationship with said Russian.
Follow them on their investigation into a string of murders and an abduction in a small town.
A/N: This is a supernatural-esque AU. Now this sounds like it’s going be morbid/serious as hell but it’s actually fun and kind of cracky. Also not really scary, unless you’re afraid of stupid jokes and flirting. I somehow wrote 12K for this story, so much for my short AUs… Also Dina’s Fun Aunt Holiday Bonus will be submitted later in the week as I’ve decided it’s better for me to have separate deadlines for my series and for DFA. Enjoy!
“I got a good feeling Trixie, this is gonna be the one.” Katya said excitedly, hands drumming on the steering wheel of her shiny vintage Impala.
“Katya, people are dead.” Trixie chastised looking back down at the map on her phone. The car became quiet as Katya looked guiltily out at the road ahead.
“…And it’s never going to be aliens, especially not this. This clearly looks like a werewolf.” Trixie added, unable to resist this particular debate again, mostly because it warmed her heart to see Katya get excited over little green men.
“I’m telling you.” Katya insisted, smile firmly back in place as she slid her sunglasses on. “Bet you its aliens.” She said playfully as the cars in front of them halted for a light.
“Oh yeah, what we betting with?” Trixie snorted, looking up from the map to regard her mad partner. Almost four years they’d been hunting paranormal entities and cryptids, getting into dangerous scrapes and saving lives. God, Trixie could write poetry about it if she could find something to rhyme with ‘she saved me from a monstrous spectral rhinoceros.’ But alas, their story didn’t seem to lend itself to poetry.
“If its aliens you give me a handie.” Katya said, dropping her sunglasses to give Trixie an exaggerated suggestive wink.
Maybe no poetry was a good thing if that was what she had to work with.
“Oh my god, I hate you.” Trixie laughed despite her words. “Pay attention to the road you dork.” She added as the traffic in front of them began to move again.
“No you don’t you lurrrrrvvve me.” Katya sang. “You don’t let an ancient spectral priest, with one leg and an unhealthy obsession with Tina Turner, marry you to someone you hate.” She added casually, fiddling with the radio.
“First time for everything.” Trixie quipped back as music began to blast out from the speakers. She smiled as she began to look for a motel on her phone. She should never have let Katya make that hunting playlist. She’d filled it with every monster themed song she could think of. The Russian sang along to Monster Mash under her breath as they turned off the highway onto a long quiet stretch of road.
……….
After checking into their rather small yet decently equipped motel, the pair made their way to a carnival which had conveniently come into town just a month before the disappearances and murders began. There had been disappearances in the area for the past year, nobody particularly well known or liked. Several homeless people, old shut-ins with no family and teenage runaways. The sort who people wouldn’t even notice disappear. That was until the last disappearance, Helena Jones, daughter of local Politian. Police and volunteers searched long and hard for days.
That was when they found the bunker.
Inside they found twelve bodies along with Helena’s jumper. Each body had its stomach ripped and torn apart, organs missing. They still hadn’t found the girl and chances were growing slim. But the police hadn’t made a connection that Trixie had. They’d reported that each month someone had gone missing but what they hadn’t noticed was that they all went missing within the two days before a full moon, all with the exception of Helena.
Katya and Trixie pulled up to the carnival, and got out of the car.
“Oh god, clowns, Trixie there are clowns here.” Katya whispered anxiously as a clown passed them on a unicycle, his cigarette smoke blowing in their faces as he passed. Classy.
“Uh, duh it’s a carnival.” Trixie replied, giving Katya a look as they stepped up to the ticket stand.
“Yeah but I didn’t know they still had clowns, nobody likes clowns.” Katya insisted as they bought tickets from a very bored looking teenager with a brow piercing and a bad attitude. Trixie took the tickets with a polite smile and took Katya’s hand.
“Sure they do.” Trixie shrugged, surveying the carnival. It wasn’t very busy today it seemed. There were a few children with candyfloss stuck all over their faces. A group of teenagers played the shooting game in a hopes to impress the pretty young woman running the game. They stepped over to a notice board covered in posters.
“Trixie. They are beings of the purest evil and they want to eat your face and wear your skin.” Katya continued warningly, pointing to a poster for a ‘Bernie the Amazing Wolf Man’.
“They all float down here, Georgie.” Trixie quoted, her voice deep as she took a picture of the poster on her phone.
“Don’t even joke about that. That’s a fucking documentary.” The other woman snapped, looking suspiciously at the poster for ‘Clown Extravaganza. They’ll slaughter you with laughter’. She shuddered. She didn’t know exactly why she hated them so much but she did, ever since she was a child.
“Katya. Remember what you said to me when we were on the bee case?” Trixie sighed, turning to the mad Russian with a fondly exasperated look on her face.
“Calm your tits and take a bubble bath.”
“That’s the one.” Trixie nodded, dropping down to press a quick kiss to Katya’s lips.
“Sorry. The wolf man is on in an hour, you want some candyfloss?” She said, looking down at her watch. She jerked her head to motion to the food vendor down the makeshift street. “If there’s one person who might be able to tell us something.” They both looked in the direction of the balding, reedy man serving doughnuts to some young women. His eyes followed them longingly as they walked away, chattering away to each other.
“Thirsty friends?”
“Thirsty friends.” Katya nodded, turning her back to the vendor as she took off her leather jacket and adjusted herself slightly in her bra. She ruffled her hair as Trixie admired her figure in her tight ripped jeans and black cut off tank. “How do I look?”
“Ghastly.” Trixie replied sarcastically, pulling off her cardigan and stuffing it in her handbag. “I can barely stand to look at you.”
“I love you too.” Katya laughed, before slipping into character as they began to make their way to the vendor.
“Hi handsome, could we get some of the fudge and two doughnuts please.” The Russian said brightly as they reached the vendor. She’d changed her voice to this simpery Valley girl she always seemed to slip into. It was either that or the two characters Katya called Trish and Maureen. Trixie wasn’t as good with the accents so she ellected to follow Katya’s Valley girl lead.
“Sure thing.” The man blinked, looking Katya up and down, eyes briefly pausing on her breasts before quickly flicking to her eyes. He smiled and nodded, moving towards the blocks of fudge.
“It is just so Goddamn hot.” Trixie sighed, fanning herself with her hand.
“Um, you ladies want a third?”
“Oh my god, how did you know? We’ve been looking for a third all over but nobody seems to think they can handle us both at the same time.” Katya gasped excitedly, looking at the man with a coy expression.
“Oh my god Tanya, he means of the fudge. You’re such a slut.” Trixie cried in mock horror, laughing softly and flipping her hair over her shoulder.
“You weren’t saying that last week when we were with Kevin, Stephen and Bobby.”
“I’m sorry about her. So what’s it like working here? Do you live in the area or travel with the circus?” Trixie apologised, pushing Katya out of the way a little so that she could lean on the counter.
“Um- hah. Its ok I guess, I travel with them but I won’t be here all that long, we’ve already stayed longer than usual. Down to the new attraction I guess.” The vendor replied, directing most of his speech to Trixie’s chest. The knife he was folding for the fudge was still raised as though he’d forgotten he had it.
“New attraction, is that the wolf guy?” Katya asked, leaning against the side of the stand.
“Bernie? Oh no he’s been with us years now. The clowns, I think they’re foreign or something they never really talk to us.” He shrugged, suddenly realising he wasn’t doing anything with his hands. He began to cut the fudge into pieces. “My dad says they’re nice but kinda odd.”
“Your dad?” Trixie questioned.
“Yeah, he owns the carnival.”
“Oh, so you’re kinda like the Prince of the carnival.” Katya said brightly, earning herself a kick from Trixie. That sounded too much like she was making fun of him. Trust Katya to say something like that.
“Will you take over the business? Is it a generational thing? That’s adorable.” Trixie cooed, smiling brightly.
“Ah, I suppose. One day that office will be mine.” He assured them, jerking his head towards a portable cabin. He took a deep breath before speaking again. “So you ladies here with your boyfriends or something?” His eyes stayed glued on the fudge he was wrapping as he asked the fumbled question.
“No. You should call us some time.” Katya grinned.
“Really?” He blinked, look up at them in surprise.
“Yeah.” Katya nodded, taking out a pen from her pocket and writing down a phone number on his hand. “My dad might pick up, we look after him. Tell him you’re looking for Tanya and Vicky.” She instructed, patting his hand as she took their treats. "Oh and don’t call until Thursday, we won’t be home.”
“What number did you just give him?” Trixie asked as soon as the vendor was out of earshot.
“Remember that old guy that used to live next door to us in Massachusetts, the one that talked to his plants and used to tape bible verses to our front door?”
“Yeah.” Trixie said slowly.
“His number.”
“You know only people who were alive in the Stone Age memorise phone numbers, right?” Trixie quipped, nudging Katya’s arm fondly as the Russian dipped into the paper bag in her hand.
“Shut up.” Katya cried, mouth full of sugary doughnut. Trixie rolled her eyes, reaching forward to brush sugar from Katya’s cheek.
“Is he still watching us?”
“No, there’s customers. A family. Now’s our chance.” Katya said quickly as they picked up their pace walking in the direction of the office.
……….
Two broken bobby pins, muttered swear words and sugary fingers later they slipped into the office, quickly shutting the door behind them. Trixie head straight for the desk. They didn’t know how long they’d have so it was best to work quickly and get out as soon as possible.
“This would be so much easier if this guy knew what a filing system was.” Trixie huffed as Katya came to join her. “If we can find some kind of records on the people who work here.” She mused as Katya went over to the filing cabinet and opened the top drawer.
“This man has a lot of porn in here.” She snorted, pulling out a magazine with a very busty nun on the cover. She opened it curiously before Trixie noticed what she was doing and gave her butt a smack.
“Not what we’re looking for you sex beast.” Trixie reminded her, keeping an eye on the small plastic window on the wall across from them.
“Jealousy is a sin.” Katya chuckled “If you want me to look at you naked, all you have to do is ask.” Katya smirked, putting the magazine away.
Trixie snorted as Katya closed the top drawer and opened the one beneath it. She began to rifle through poorly labelled files. They were searching almost fifteen minutes before she found a small book labelled ‘Legal’. She opened it curiously. “Hey Trix, I think I’ve got something.” She said, holding out to the book to show her partner. Written inside was a scribbled log of all the attractions, when they joined the carnival, where they were from, previous experience and their wage.
“Perfect.” Trixie grinned, taking the book from the other woman. “This says Bernie the Wolf Man used to work in finance in LA. And now he works here?”
“You know what else is weird.” Katya hummed, tapping her lip with her finger.
“What?”
“The clowns, they work for free and it doesn’t say where they came from.”
“Maybe they’re not legally supposed to be here?” Trixie suggested. Katya was right, that was unusual. But working for free doesn’t make you a murderer.
“I wonder.” Katya muses before checking her watch. “Bernie the dog man is in ten minutes, babe.”
“Wolf man, Kat. Wolf man.” Trixie snorted, taking a picture of the book pages on her phone. “We better go then.” Katya nodded, putting the book back exactly as she found it.
“That went well.” Katya said happily as they stepped out of the office, shutting the door behind them as they re-entered the carnival as nonchalantly as possible.
“You got the ring on?” Trixie checked, Katya nodded holding up her hand to show the somewhat gaudy pure silver ring. Werewolves had an aversion to silver. All they had to do was offer to shake the man’s hand or touch him and if he resisted in fear they knew. It had worked pretty well as a system so far. Time to see the show.
………………
“Well that was interesting.” Trixie mused as they made their way back to the Impala.
“What a joker, you can’t really think he’s a werewolf can you?” Katya asked incredulously. That Bernie fellow might play rough and tough on stage but the moment they’d encountered him off stage he was the most zen, vanilla tree hugger she’d ever met.
“Wouldn’t shake your hand.” Trixie pointed out as Katya pulled the car keys from her pocket.
“He said he was a germaphobe.”
“Uh-huh, sure.” Trixie said disbelievingly as she sat in the passenger seat. Katya hummed sitting in the driver’s seat, an odd look on her face. “What’s up?” Trixie asked, noting the tightness around her partner’s eyes and the twisting of her lips.
“This all feels very wrong.” Katya confessed, twirling a lock of hair around her finger as she often did when she was nervous. Her eyes follow a pair of clowns as the walked past the car, their faced painted in permenant smiles as they walked in silence.
“It’s not the clowns, Katya.” Trixie assured her, patting her knee comfortingly. This was quite new for her, sure Katya was uncharacteristically jumpy for a monster hunter but she was never ususally phobic of things.
“How do you know?!”
“How do you know its aliens?” Trixie countered, hoping this logic would calm her.
“My third eye.” Katya grinned, patting the spot between her brows.
“Shut up.” Trixie snorted as Katya turned the keys, bringing the engine to life. “Listen I bet you it’s not clowns.”
“What do I get if I win?”
“I’ll give you a handie.” Trixie laughed. “Now let’s go back to the town, maybe we can ask around the homeless, see if anyone has gone missing.”
…………
The next day the pair sat together with two slices of pie and coffees, trying to make a plan of action when they were interrupted by a man.
“Excuse me ladies, mind if I sit down?” A young man in a slightly cheap looking suit asked, looking down at them with a serious expression. His dark curly hair was jelled down heavily, looking almost like a protective helmet. Katya briefly wondered if he rode a motorbike like that and crashed, just how much damage his hair would do to the tarmac.
“Uh, you can but I don’t know why you’d want to.” Katya frowned, looking around at the almost empty café.
“Detective Kevin Kander.” Trixie shot Katya a warning look before motioning to the seat across from them. She quickly closed the book they’d been using for notes when she noticed him try to read her writing upside down.
“What can we do for you, Detective?” Trixie asked, forcing her face into a smile.
“Can I ask your business here?”
“We’re having lunch.” Katya shrugged, taking a forkful of pie and shoving it into her mouth. “Why?
“Well, we’ve had reports from some anonymous persons that you have been asking around a lot, talking to people down on their luck.” The young man informed them, looking between the pair suspiciously.
“We’re charitable.”
“I was told you were paying for information about the missing people who were killed.”
“So?” Katya asked, not appreciating the man’s tone.
“So why are you ladies here?”
“We’re reporters.” Trixie lied, they’d used this as a cover quite a few times in their time.
“For what paper?”
“You wouldn’t know it.” She continued with a shrug.
“Can I ask why we’re being questioned? We’re just trying to have lunch.” Katya interjected, leaning back in her seat and resting her arm on the back of Trixie’s chair.
“We’re keeping an eye on all suspicious activity until we find Helena and the killers are caught.” Detective Kander said, eyeing them suspiciously.
“Killers? You know there’s more than one?” Trixie asked, hoping they could coerce the detective into revealing more information about the case.
“I’m keeping an open mind.” He smiled humourlessly. “Where were you the night Helena Jones was kidnapped?”
“We were in West Virginia.” Trixie replied, deciding not to go into too much detail. He didn’t need to know about the encounter with the Mothman, who’d actually turned out to be quite a nice guy with a cat and a crush on a local gas station worker called Susan. Sadly Susan turned out to be a runaway con artist and seemed to revel in the idea of being the first person to con a cryptid.
“But you know what.” Katya offered, leaning across the table as though confiding in the detective. “We drove nine hours to kidnap a girl we never met from some politician nobodies heard of past the state border, then we came back a week later to pay a bunch of homeless people to tell us information we already knew about the murders and decided to stick around for the weather.” Katya said sarcastically. The detective scowled. Trixie put a hand of Katya’s, where it lay on the table, in an attempt to calm her down.
“I’m sorry, she woke up on the wrong side of the bed.” Trixie apologised, kicking Katya under the table as the Russian laced their fingers. He looked down at their joined hands curiously. Trixie could practically hear the cogs turning.
“Is it too much to ask for a motel to have a mattress thicker than paper?” Katya grumbled, taking a drink of her black coffee.
“Ah you’re staying at the Sleepy Lodge, it’s well known for its ‘comforts’.” The detective laughed awkwardly, evidently having finally come to the conclusion that he was dealing with lesbians. He looked up at them with slightly wide eyes. Trixie fought the urge to roll her eyes. People always got awkward when they realised they were a couple.
“Yeah.” She piped up after a moment of silence, realising neither Katya nor the detective had anything else to say. “Listen we can only apologise for our attitudes, we want the same thing you do.” The young man nodded, with the first genuine seeming smile she’d seen yet.
“That beauty out there yours?” He asked, nodding his head to Katya’s Impala, parked proudly outside the cafe.
“Yeah, that’s my baby.”
“Mind if I take a look inside.”
“I’d rather you didn’t, it’s messy.” Katya replied, a fake smile stapled to her face.
“I don’t mind. I want to know what kind of seats that model has.” Detective Kander shrugged, mirroring Katya’s false smile.
“Leather.” Katya answered shortly.
“I’d rather see it.”
“Google it.” Trixie fought the urge to sigh at her partner’s attitude. This was going to get them arrested for sure.
“Is there a reason you don’t want me to see what’s in your car so badly?”
“Is there a reason you want to see what’s in my car so badly?”
“This would be so much easier if you just cooperated.” The detective informed them, obviously trying the good cop, bad cop method on his own.
“We have cooperated. But if you want to search my property better get a search warrant.”
“The Jones family are personal friends of mine. I will find out what happened to her.” He said menacingly as he stood, any trace of a jovial nature erased from his face.. “And I will bring the perpetrator to justice.”
“We hope you do.” Trixie called after him, earning a shifty look as he left the cafe. “Our job would be so much easier if you didn’t always antagonise the cops you know.” She grumbled, letting go of Katya’s hand to get back to their notes. “You’re so cranky today.”
“I know. Sorry.” Katya apologised. “I hate it when they treat you like you’re guilty. Its poor practice.”
“I know.” Trixie nodded. “He’s young. Maybe he’s just trying to find his detective feet.” She suggested, noting that the detective didn’t have a partner. He couldn’t have been more than twenty four years old. She was sure a big case like this must be even harder when you’re new. She wasn’t really sure why she was making excuses for the man but something inside her felt for him.
“Well, he’s not going about it the right way.” Katya grumbled, casually resting her hand on Trixie’s leg as she returned to her pie.
…………….
Trixie sighed softly as she woke. She couldn’t be sure what woke her but something felt off. She opened her eyes, the room still dark but she could just make out Katya laying in front of her. She was about to make to get up and go to the bathroom when she realised what had woken her.
There was a soft tapping against her back. It was Katya, tapping so lightly she could barely have been moving.
Tap tap t-tap tap.
Trixie swallowed, the code. That was the silent code for danger.
Tap tap t-tap tap.
If she squinted she could see Katya’s eyes, watching something intently. The door.
Tap tap t-tap tap.
The tapping became more insistent as Trixie heard the noise of the door opening. She let out a soft sleepy sigh, feigning sleep as she stretched to pull Katya closer. The noise stopped abruptly, their intruder evidently scared to wake them. Interesting.
Tap tap.
Trixie answered from where her hand now rested at the small of Katya’s back. The sound of their intruder letting out a breath they seemed to have been holding was loud in the quiet room.
A plan. They needed a plan. Trixie quickly took note of the way Katya’s hand had slid beneath the pillow when she’d pulled her closer. Good, there was a knife beneath the pillow. She knew all she had to do was reach the bedside table to grab the gun there. They both just had to choose the right time to act.
Their intruder stepped further into the room, letting out a hiss they stubbed their toe on the dresser. Amateur. Certainly not any kind of paranormal entity like a ghost or a spectre. Definitely not a demon as they’d salted the doors and windows before sleeping. The intruder, a man it sounded like, snook over to their bags, pulling the zips at a painstakingly slow speed.
Tap tap.
Now.
With that the pair swung into action. Trixie practically jumped over Katya as the other woman rolled towards her. She slammed a hand on the switch for the bedside light, taking the gun in her other hand and raising it to their intruder. Katya had pulled the knife from under the pillow, and she was now stood on the other side of the bed holding out her long necklace adorned with a protective pendant from all the major religions, in case the intruder was spiritual in any way.
“The gigs up.” Trixie said as the man’s shoulders slumped. He turned slowly, wincing at the click of the gun safety being disabled.
“Alright, alright don’t sh-” He began as he turned slowly only to stop in surprise, his eyes wide as her looked them up and down. Trixie followed his gaze and groaned.
“Dammit Kat, this shitty detective has seen more of me than some of my ex-boyfriends.” They were both completely naked with the exception of a love bite just above Katya’s hip.
“Hey, I’m not shitty! I’m just trying to figure out what happened.” The man argued, looking hurt.
“I would say we should stop going to bed naked but that would be waste of beauty.” Katya sighed dramatically before turning to wink at her lover.
“To be fair we didn’t go to bed naked. But I don’t think we should sleep naked anymore.” Trixie nodded, deciding they should take that precaution so that next time their intruder didn’t get to see just so much of her paranormally ordained wife. While she felt exposed, naked in front of this man, it mostly bothered her that Katya was naked and on show. She regarded the man for a moment his eyes were flicking between the gun pointed at him and the ceiling. Interesting, while he lacked any tact taking to them earlier at least he was somewhat a gentleman. “Would you like some tea?”
“What?” Both Katya and the detective said in unison.
“We’re supposed to be on the same side, Inspector. So you’re going to sit down, have some tea and tell us why you’re looking through our underwear in the middle of the night.” Trixie said sternly, pointing at the chair next to bed. The man blinked, steadfastly avoiding looking at either of them as he walked over to the seat. Trixie followed him with the gun, watching him as his eyes darted around the room.
“Put something on Kat, I don’t like other people seeing you naked.” Trixie sighed, appreciating the man’s efforts to not look at their bodies.
“Same for you, blossom.” Katya said cheerily, pulling on Trixie’s college tshirt and a pair of boyshorts with cartoon cats on. The Russian bounded forward taking the gun from her partner as Trixie grabbed some clothes from the chair on the other side of the bed. She shot the detective a look as she walked past them and into the bathroom for a moment, switching on the provided kettle as she passed.
“You don’t take advantage of her kind nature, or you will answer to me. Understand?" Katya hissed, leaning close to the detective, nothing between them but tension and the metal of the gun.
"Kind nature? She pointed a gun at me and insulted me.” The man said incredulously, eyes flicking to the gun then back to the Russian in front of him.
“Yeah but let’s just say there’s a reason she gets the gun and I get the knife, I tend to have less patience and my finger just…” She made the sound of the gun going off with her mouth before pulling away. The young detective flinched.
“A lot of weapons for reporters.” He mused, looking around the room. “This is an offence, you know.”
“There no need to be offended, Kev.” Katya said earnestly, enjoying the way the man blinked at her.
“A criminal offence.” He clarified as Trixie came out of the bathroom and made some tea.
“I know. That was a joke.” She sighed, rolling her eyes. She heard Trixie snort from the other end of the small room.
“Hilarious.” He replied dryly. “You’re not doing the best of jobs convincing me that you’re not the murderers, you know?“
"Get this Trix, he thinks we did it.”
“Why does everyone always blame the lesbians?” Trixie sighed, as she walked back in with two cups of tea. She handed one to the detective and sat down on the bed across from him.
“Don’t forget to check the door, babe.” Katya reminded her, taking the mug from her girlfriend and taking a sip.
“Shit, yeah.” Trixie nodded, getting up to go and lock the door, ensuring that their line of salt wasn’t broken.
“What’s with the sugar?” The detective asked, looking over at the door with a frown. Katya turned to look at the detective with thoroughly unimpressed look. How dumb can you get?
“It’s salt.” Katya replied dryly.
“Does that make a difference?”
“Have you ever had popcorn? Of course it makes a difference.” Katya rolled her eyes, raising the gun as Trixie came past her. She wasn’t going to point a loaded gun at her lover even if it was only for a second. She cared about gun safety.
“Why did you break into our room at… two o six in the morning?” Trixie asked, as Katya took a few steps back, leaning against the foot of the bed.
“I know what you are.”
“You know nothing about us.” Katya countered, some of her casual demeanour slipping at the detectives accusatory tone. This man didn’t know them. He didn’t know their lives before the paranormal, although some days Katya wasn’t sure she did either. He thought he knew what they were, but they were many things. They were hunters. They were explorers. They were bakers, when they had the facilities. They were goofballs. But first and foremost they were lovers.
Trixie put a hand on Katya’s knee. Whether it was a comforting gesture or a reminder to stay civil, she wasn’t quite sure.
“You’re the killers, the cannibals.”
“Oh my god, you know I wondered why those burgers we had yesterday had fingers.” Katya gasped, looking thoroughly pleased with herself as Trixie chuckled.
“The murders started before we got here.” Trixie reminded him, taking the mug from Katya and blowing on the contents before taking a sip.
“How do we know that? All we know is that you booked into a hotel after the murders began. You’re untraceable, nobody knows where you came from or who you are.” He explained. “Except now I suppose I know you to be Kat and Trix.” He added somewhat smugly putting his mug down on the bedside table. The tea was untouched. Trixie tried not to be offended. She supposed if he thought they were the cannibals he wouldn’t trust anything they gave him to consume.
“Oh my god, don’t say that!” Katya cried in exasperation. “Did you learn nothing at the academy? If we were the murderers we’d have to kill you now because you just pointed out you know our names.”
“Don’t mind her, she used to serve. Shoddy police work drives her up the wall.” Trixie informed him, lowering her voice as though confiding in him. Katya pushed hair from her face.
“Shoddy police work?!” The detective cried, looking affronted.
“Never mind that.” Trixie said with a careless wave of her hand. “Listen we’re not the killers. We will tell you who we are but you have to believe us.”
“Wait Trix, him? Really? You want him to be our local cop?” Katya interrupted, hardly believing the words leaving her lover’s mouth. In every corner of the country, and in some cases the world, they’d touched down in during their adventures they would make a contact. It was usually a member of the local police department or a detective. Someone with information on cases and trusted them enough to not suspect them and value their expertise. This usually required persuasion, such as saving their asses from whatever unfortunate creature was chasing them. Sure most of them thought they were mad when they did the whole ‘monsters are real’ speech but they normally chose nice guys who weren’t dicks to them for no reason.
“He’s obviously driven and desperate Katya, otherwise he wouldn’t have broken into our room to gather evidence that wouldn’t have held up in court.” Trixie reasoned, giving Katya a look that suggested she’d been thinking about this for a while. “And besides.” The blonde added, patting Katya’s leg. “I like the fucker.” She shrugged.
“You like me?” The detective asked, clearly as dumbfounded as Katya. She never did understand Trixie’s ability to see good in people even if they were douchey to them.
“Sure. It’s hard to explain. I got good women’s intuition.”
“Here we go with your women’s intuition again.” Katya moaned. That damned women’s intuition. She knew it was just Trixie’s way of getting out of having to explain why she did things. Honestly she would say that Katya was rash then do something equally rash at the calling of her women’s intuition.
“It has never once led us astray and can I also just say ‘third eye’ to you right now.” Trixie replied sternly, raising a finger as she did so. She looked like a teacher when she did that. Katya rolled her eyes. Her third eye was a real thing. Sure sometimes she couldn’t distinguish between her third eye telling her something and a Katy Perry induced headache, but that was beside the point.
“I have no idea what’s going on.” Detective Kander confessed, looking between them with a bewildered look. A smirk touched Katya’s lips. She honestly kind of liked that people couldn’t understand them sometimes and found them hard to follow. It was almost like she and Trixie had their own language. Like they were on this wavelength that no one else could tap into.
“Kevin, can I call you Kevin?” Trixie began, not waiting for a reply from the younger man. “We are not the cannibals. We hunters.”
“Like rabbits and stuff?” He asked slowly.
“No, like demons, like monsters, like ghosts, like Bigfoot. All that jazz.” Katya clarified, waiting for the inevitable disbelief. Three… two… one…
“Oh my god you’re crazy.”
There it was.
“You don’t think it’s odd that these disappearances have happened every full moon?”
“Serial killers can often be ritualistic.”
“They weren’t killed by any man, Detective. They were eaten alive, we saw one of the bodies. Its internal organs were gone and the stomach was torn apart.” Trixie reasoned, pausing to take a sip of tea. Katya fought a grin as she marvelled in how smart her girl was. It would be in poor taste to smile like a loon during this conversation, and it certainly wouldn’t help convince the detective they weren’t the killers. “We’ve seen this before. A lycanthrope in Kansas. Just the same.”
“Wait, lycanthrope. You mean like a werewolf.”
“Exactly.” Trixie nodded. “Have you been so focused on our coming into town that you haven’t noticed another body of individuals who came to town just before the murders began.”
“The circus.” He blinked.
“It’s the clowns.” Katya interjected.
“It’s not the damn clowns Kat, you have no proof.” Trixie groaned in exasperation, they’d been having this debate basically all day.
“Neither of you have any proof, this is ridiculous.” Kander insisted, looking between the pair as thought they were insane. “Look it’s not any damn werewolves. Even if I was crazy enough to believe something like that, I don’t know any werewolves who carry around butchers knives and butter.”
“What?” The women asked in unison.
“We found traces of butter and small cuts from a knife on the bones during the autopsy. Whoever did this was very human.” He explained. Katya turned to look at Trixie in bewilderment mixed with worry. They’d accepted that they were dealing with werewolves pretty quickly after finding out more about the deaths. But now, surely it couldn’t be. “So you want to run that werewolf bullshit past me again or are you going to confess?” He asked, standing for his seat.
“We didn’t do it.” Trixie insisted as she and Katya also stood.
“Sure, how about we go over that at the station.” The detective said derisively stepping towards Trixie. Katya stepped between them, scowling up at the man as she let the barrel of the gun rest against his chest. There was no way in hell he’d touch a golden hair on her head when Katya was around. That simply wasn’t happening.
“We will do no such thing. You broke into our hotel room without a search warrant and you have no right to arrest us with no charge.” Katya practically growled, causing the man to take a step back.
“You are both heavily armed and pointed a weapon at me.”
“It’s currently one of our legal rights as Americans to have guns, no matter how problematic that is.” Katya said, eyes sharp. “Leave now. I’m sure the last thing the local department needs right now is a scandal about how one of their detectives forced his way into the room of two young women to rifle through their underwear.”
“Don’t think this is over. I won’t rest until the culprits have been found and punished.” Detective Kander vowed, glaring at them as he headed over to the door. “Don’t leave the country.” He added, looking them in the eye as he kicked their salt line derisively and shut the door behind him.
“What a cunt.”
“He took it better than Detective Parker.” Trixie reminded her, moving across the room until she stood a Katya’s side. “What are we going to do now?” She asked as she rested her chin on Katya’s shoulder, wrapping her arms around her stomach.
“Full moon is tomorrow, I think it’s best for us to take a late night trip to the circus.” Katya sighed.
“But we don’t know what we’re dealing with.” Trixie said worriedly as Katya put a comforting hand on her arm, stroking her skin softly with her thumb.
“We just have to be prepared for anything.”
“That’s easier said than done.” Trixie laughed, although the humour wasn’t quite there. Katya turned her head so that they were face to face.
“I know, my love.” She said softly, leaning forwards to press a kiss to her partner’s lips.
“Are you coming back to bed?” Trixie asked, stepping away and catching Katya’s hand.
“No, I’m too wired. You go to sleep, I need to think.”
“I’ll help you.”
“It’s alright, get your beauty sleep, you need to be rested for tomorrow.” She said softly, as Trixie nodded, slipping back into their uncomfortable bed. Katya headed over to their bag, pulling out their laptop and opening it.
“I love you, trash can.” Trixie sighed, grin on her face at the name. Katya chuckled. Trixie would never let her live it down that the first time they met she’d been hidden in a trash can. Her hiding had been so good Trixie had nearly thought herself mad, thinking the bin was talking to her.
“Love you too, arm chair.” Katya snorted, ducking down to press a kiss to the top of Trixie’s head as the other woman settled into the flat pillow. Trixie rolled her eyes, managing to smack Kayta’s ass playfully just before the woman stepped out of reach. Katya stuck her tongue out as she sat down at the tiny table with the laptop.
…………
10:37pm, The Circus
“Right, ready to narrowly escape getting eaten alive.” Katya asked brightly, checking that her gun was fully loaded. She knew it was as she’d filled it purposefully with a mixture of silver bullets and blessed bullets the night before, in case whatever they were dealing with could be shot. There was something about the few hours before an inevitable battle that made her paranoid.
“I don’t like not knowing what we’re up against.” Trixie said anxiously, looking out of the window and into the darkness. “Normally we’re better prepared.” She sighed, chewing her lip.
“Trixie, it’ll be ok. How many times have we done this sort of thing before?” Katya assured her, putting a warm hand on her knee. Trixie turned to look at her with a small smile.
“Lots. And it’s always really dangerous.” She replied, eyes searching Katya’s face as her lips twitched into a smile.
“And that’s why you like it.”
“I love you.” Trixie said earnestly, looking into Katya’s eyes. She suspected that Katya could see the little pink hearts that replaced her eyes every time she gazed at the other woman.
“Love you too.” Katya smiled, putting a hand on the back of Trixie’s head to pull her into a kiss. Trixie sighed as their lips met. There was a small part of her that always worried this kiss would be their last. After a long moment she pulled away and smiled at her lover.
“I think you should wear this tonight. Just in case.” Katya said, pulling a small silver medallion from under her shirt. Her sister had given it to her as a sort of protective good luck charm. Katya was never really sure if it really worked. She’d never seen anything like it in any book and she wouldn’t put it past her sister to give her a placebo charm but if it did have any protective powers, Trixie should be wearing it.
“Your medallion. No Katya, that’s yours.” Trixie shook her head.
“I’d rather you wear it, if it does offer any protection, I want you to have it.” Katya continued, fiddling with the clasp beneath her long, thick hair.
“I’m not helpless, Katya.” Trixie sighed, a note of annoyance to her voice that made Katya stop suddenly.
“I know, beautiful. You’re anything but. I just want you to be safe.” Katya tried to explain, letting her hands fall to her lap.
“You know I’d rather you wear it for the exact same reason.” Trixie laughed with less humour than she’d likely intended. “While you’re busy putting yourself into danger to protect me do you ever consider what I would do if something happened to you? What it would do to me if something happened to you? Especially if it was at my expense.” The car fell silent. This was something that had been eating away at Trixie ever since the incident with the poltergeist that had left her medically dead for a month before being resurected by a teary Katya and her sister. Part of her loved that Katya was protective of her, it showed that she really cared about her. But sometimes it meant Katya didn’t think about her own safety.
“I’m sorry.” Katya said after a long moment, eyes flicking to meet Trixie’s. The younger woman swallowed, immediately feeling guilty for snapping at the other woman, no matter how true the words. This wasn’t the time or the place for this conversation.
“I’m sorry too, this whole thing has got me a little worked up. I’ll feel better once I know what we’re dealing with.” Trixie sighed, rubbing a hand over her eyes. “Wear the medallion Katya, it goes with your outfit.” She added with a smile, reaching out to take Katya’s hand to let her know they were okay. Katya caught her eye and smiled.
“Huh, that might be the first time I’ve worn a coordinating outfit in years and I wasn’t even trying.” Katya joked, looking down at her outfit in exaggerated surprise.
“I didn’t say your whole outfit, girl.” Trixie grinned, rolling her eyes fondly. Katya laughed, squeezing her hand before pulling it to her lips. Trixie squeezed her hand back before pulling away, enjoying the red lipstick imprint of Katya’s lips marked on the back of her hand. “You got your butt kicking boots on?”
“You betcha.” Katya laughed as they got out of the car, flashlights in hand.
……………
“Ok.” Katya said, hair swishing slightly as she dangled upside down from the ceiling. “So it’s alien clowns.”
“Uh-huh.” Trixie hummed, hands almost brushing the ground as she spun ever so slightly. The pair were strung up by oddly coloured chains that were wrapped almost painfully around their ankles. They were in a fully concrete room, the walls sloping oddly. It seemed to be some kind of cell. “You’re two handies up on me.”
“Where’s the detective when you need him?” Katya asked with a chuckle.
“Still trying to blame us probably. How are you holding up over there?” Trixie mused, turning her head to look at Katya. The Russian gave her a soft look, reaching out to see if they could touch one and other.
“I can’t decide whether to be excited because aliens or be terrified because clowns.” She confessed, sighing as their fingers tips hung barely a centimetre or so apart. “I mean, I watched one of those clowns literally dislocate its jaw to swallow a bird whole. Snatched it out of the fucking air.”
“I was there, Katya. How about we be terrified because they’re going to eat us?” Trixie sighed, letting her arms hang back down. She let out an annoyed grunt as her chain began to spin again. It was really starting to get on her nerves.
“Eh.” Katya shrugged, crossing her arms over her chest. “How are you doing?”
“I just feel bad for them.” Trixie replied nonchalantly.
“Why?”
“They’re gonna eat you. Bet you taste like cigarettes, Red Bull, coffee and crying. And have the consistency of jerky left out in the sun for two years.” Trixie laughed.
“But with a little bit of whoo!” Katya added, laughing along with her. “Anyway I thought you knew what I tasted like pretty well.”
“Humans, will you please act like you are imprisoned. We are sick of the sound of your kind.” A gravelly exasperated sounding voice spoke as part of the concrete wall became see through. On the other side of the wall stood a clown who seemed to be on guard.
“Do we have to be upside down? It’s messing up my hair.” Trixie asked, hoping to weed some information out of the guard.
“Being upside down isn’t so bad.” Katya mused, evidently enjoying the annoyance she was causing. Trixie rolled her eyes. Katya could be so devil may care sometimes. It was definitely going to get her eaten first. “I see London, I see France…” She began to sign, turning to look at Trixie’s exposed underwear.
“This is the last time I bring a dress to a trouser fight.” Trixie grumbled.
“I hate humans.” The guard sighed, hand coming to massage his red nose. Trixie bit her lip. She knew that the creatures wanted to brutally gut them and devour their innards but she couldn’t help but find the squeaking noise the nose made amusing.
“Pretty sure that’s racist.” Katya informed it. “Species-ist?”
“I think the UN are going have to establish some terminology now there’s confirmation of other life forms.” Trixie mused as the guard reached for something beside him.
“Trix-” Katya began, sniffing as the air took a soft pink hue. “Do you smell-”
“Dammit.” The younger woman cursed as they slipped out of consciousness.
………
“Katya.” A voice called as Katya began to feel consciousness dragging her back to the cell.
“Not now Trix, Ellie’s about to go through the wormhole.”
“Katya wake up.” The voices insisted, funny Trixie’s voice sounded oddly deep. And why was she putting on a Carolina accent. A hand patted her cheek sharply and she suddenly opened her eyes.
“Kevin, where the hell have you been? Call yourself a detective.” Katya snapped as the detective swam into her vision. “Hey Bern, how’re the germs?” Bernie blinked, evidently not sure how to respond.
“Abhorrent as usual?” The hairy man replied as he helped the detective get her down from the ceiling.
“Took you long enough.” Katya huffed as the detective held her weight as Bernie untied the chains. They managed to get her down fairly easily, although Katya wasn’t a fan of being held upside down by a man almost half her size.
“We didn’t cover killer alien clowns in the academy.” He snorted, catching Katya as she wobbled. He was taking the whole thing suprisingly well. Maybe Trixie was right. The world swam before her eyes as he slid her down to sit for a moment. All the blood had run to her head, leaving her legs weak.
“You win Trix, he’s not so bad.” Katya laughed. There was no reply. The Russian’s heart sunk when she looked to her left to see nobody there. “Where’s Trixie?!”
“She’s here too?"
"I’m here, of course she’s fucking here too.” She cried incredulously, trying to gather her strength to stand. “She was chained up next to me.”
“Woah, you can’t go anywhere yet. I’ll go look for her.” The detective insisted, catching her as she wobbled.
“My wife is being primed up as a delicious starter for a bunch of alien clown motherfuckers. I am not staying here.” She insisted, heading towards the opening the pair had entered through. The Kevin and Bernie shared a look before stepping forwards to help her.
"Trixie’s your wife? Women can’t get legally married in this country.” Bernie asked as he offered her an arm for support until her legs become fully cooperative.
“We’re married in the spiritual sense.” She informed them, taking the arm gratefully. She didn’t half have pins and needles in her feet. The pair nodded in understanding. “As in we were married by a spirit.” She added, earning two surprised looks.
“You’re very odd.” Bernie mused. Katya snorted, Bernie the Wolf Man, walking talking hairy freak show attraction thought she was odd. Most people might use that as a trigger to do some serious self-reflection on their mental state. Katya took it as a compliment.
“Trixie finds it charming.” She shrugged with a smile. The smile dropped quickly as she wondered where her lover was. She hated being separated from her like this. They’d been practically glued together at the hip since the night they met all those years ago. Not being together frightened Katya, she couldn’t protect Trixie if she wasn’t with her.
She and Trixie had been through a lot since they’d met four years ago. They’d had many close calls, as was the nature of their business but Katya couldn’t imagine living without the other woman. She’d been unlucky enough to experience Trixie dying already. They’d had this case in Hollywood, a poltergeist that was haunting a basement studio. Katya would never forget the moment she’d turned to see Trixie raised into the air, body at an odd angle as glass from studio lights and cameras swirled around her.
Katya’s had felt the fall as though it had been her own body to hit the floor once she finally managed to expel the spirit. She’d made a joke, a stupid pun as she made her way over to check Trixie for bumps and bruises. The fall hadn’t been that far so she’d expected a groan at the joke and snarky comment. She hadn’t expected a gasp of pain and blood as Trixie shifted onto her back. There was so much blood. She’d forgotten about the glass.
She’d heard Trixie’s last words choke from her lips, that afternoon. Of course they were about her. A confession between friends, one that they’d both been to afraid to verbalise.That had been the first time Katya had ever heard Trixie say she loved her and every day she wished that memory wasn’t tainted by blood and sorrow. Katya had insisted she felt the same a she watched as the light drain from her eyes. It still haunted her.
Katya had called in every favour she had with her twin sister Briana, or as she called her Doctor Bitchcraft, who lived as a witchdoctor beneath the Hollywood sign. She’d offered the woman everything she owned, all her money, what little she had, the clothes off her back and even her baby, the Impala, in exchange for Trixie. Briana had eyed her for a moment before looking down at the motionless body of the pretty girl in front of her.
She’d sent Katya on a month long quest of sorts to find all the rare ingredients for the spell to save Trixie, keeping the body in a magically frozen state until she returned so that Trixie’s spirit could not pass over.
Katya had cried like a baby the moment Trixie’s eyes opened again, her chest heaving as she took her first breath in over a month. Her sister had sat back and watched as the pair had desperately embraced, words that they’d been meaning to say tumbling from their mouths.
That was how they got together and there wasn’t a day the memory didn’t delight and haunt Katya.
There were night she wake up in a sweat, momentarily panicked when she didn’t find Trixie in her arms. Trixie would simply open her eyes and roll over from the other side of the bed, pressing herself against Katya to remind her she was still there.
She couldn’t go back to being alone. Since her sister’s death she didn’t know anyone who would do a resurrection of that kind again. If she lost Trixie this time, she would really be gone and Katya wouldn’t be able to bare it.
……….
The unlikely trio turned yet another plain looking corner and suddenly found themselves inside a large, chamber-like room. It was bizarre. It looked like a medieval dining room and yet the walls were covered in odd pieces of complicated looking technology. In the centre of the room stood a huge wooden dining table. And on either side of the table laid almost naked two figures, clad only in their underwear. Each lay motionless and seemingly tied down to the thick wood. The second Katya caught sight of familiar golden hair and hot pink lace, she knew who it was.
“Trixie!” She gasped, causing the other woman to turn to look at her. Katya made to step properly into the large room when Trixie quickly shook her head. The Russian stopped, putting her arms out to the men beside her and pushing them back further into the shadows of the corridor they’d come from. Trixie raised her index and middle fingers at them as best she could with her hands buckled beside her head.
“Is she swearing at us?” Bernie asked in scandalised horror. Katya rolled her eyes.
“Two of them in there.”
“What are we gonna do?”
“I don’t know, we need a plan.” Katya hissed, pulling them into a nearby alcove.
Almost ten minutes later they’d formulated a seemingly fool proof plan after a lot of heated whispered debate. They all nodded at each other. Each secure in their rolls, Katya stepped forward.
“People at the party, and I’m wanting to dance.” Katya sang, cartwheeling into the room. She was the distraction, aka she had the most balls out of the three of them. If there was one thing she was even better at than monster hunting, it was being distracting. She turned, expecting to see two clowns looking at her with confused and maybe slightly impressed looks.
“Wait so you left me for long enough for the clowns to straight up get bored and wander off. And you were using that time to come up with a plan at comprised of you singing Same Parts?” Trixie grumbled, looking thoroughly unimpressed. As if Katya’s obsession with the song by pop sensation Tatianna wasn’t bad enough the rest of the time. It was like she couldn’t even almost die without hearing a Tatianna lyric. Some things just weren’t sacred anymore.
“It would have worked.” Katya insisted, making her way over to her partner. “Guys, the coast is clear.” She called behind her. Two slightly disappointed men came from the corridor. Their plan had really been good. She sighed. What a waste of a Tatianna lyric.
“Anyway, thank goodness you came.“ Trixie breathed, letting her head fall back against the lettuce and rocket beneath her head. "They were about to eat me with instant mashed potatoes! Instant!” She said incredulously as Katya and Kevin began to untie her.
“What? You deserve real organic potatoes in the least.” Katya insisted, helping the other woman down from the table as Kevin went to check on Helena.
“God you’re so romantic.” Trixie sighed. Bernie removed his shirt and offered it to Trixie to cover herself, leaving himself in a vest. She took it appreciativley, pulling the floral print shirt on. It hung almost to her knees and she had to roll the sleeves up. She mirrored Katya’s grin as the Russian slipped an arm around her lower back.
“Um, ladies.” The detective interjected, looking around the room worriedly.
“Not now Kev, we have a ritual. We do the thing, we say something cheesy, we kiss, go get food then we bone. A. Lot.” Katya reprimanded, not once looking up from Trixie’s face, grin fixed on her lips.
“It’s sacred.” Trixie nodded.
“Only there’s a bunch of killer alien clown motherfuckers looking at us and I reckon they’re not happy you’re trying to steal their dinner.” Kevin stammered, causing the pair to finally look away from each other. They turned to see eight red-eyed clowns staring at them.
“Ok, we’re outnumbered.” Katya breathed, looking around for a weapon. One of the clowns let out a horrifyingly creepy chuckle.
“Maybe we can reason with them?” Bernie said hopefully. The creatures all bared their long, sharp fangs. Their jaws seemed to dislocate, looking almost like an oversized toothy grin.
“I hope you taste as good as you are annoying, humans.” One of the aliens growled, saliva dripping from its teeth as they all began to close in on the four of them. Katya tried to maintain her look of horror as she felt Trixie pass her a piece of cold metal. Weapons are more effective if they’re a surprise. It felt like a knife. Perfect.
“Reasoning seems out, Dog Man” Katya said with a raised eyebrow, patting the hairy man’s back. “You may want to get behind us.” She whispered to the men as the creatures came ever closer.
“You’re mad.” Bernie huffed, raising his fists in front of him. Huh, seems all it took was a bunch of alien clowns who wanted to eat you to turn a pacifist into a fighter. The detective pulled out his gun, preparing himself for the fight. Katya wished she had her gun too.
The first creature lunged at Trixie, earning a punch to the face as the others three dispersed, each finding their own battle. Trixie raised her knife, jabbing it towards the hideous clowns in front of her. The pair dodged away from her, trying to find a weak spot. Katya raised the weapon she’d been given ready to stab one of the creatures when she saw what she was holding.
“You gave me a damned fork?!” Katya cried incredulously as she realised what was in her hand. She quickly shoved it between her teeth and began to fist fight with the clown that lunged at her.
“Stab in four places at once.” Trixie yelled back as she managed to slash one of the clown’s throats. It shrieked and began to shrivel as though becoming crispy and dry. The remains crumbled in multi-coloured dust before her eyes. She looked up with wide eyes at the other clown in front of her who had reached into his oversized trousers. She had to admit there was a small part of her that was thankful it was some sort of futuristic looking gun of all the things the creature could have been keeping in there. That feeling was short lived as she realised what appeared to be a ray gun was much more dangerous than a dick would have been.
Katya’s head shot up at Trixie’s shout of the words ‘ray gun’. She was sat on a corpse that was quickly disintegrating beneath her. Aliens and ray guns! This was fantastic. Well, it was until she saw said ray gun pointed at Trixie. For a lack of anything else to do in the short amount of time she spat the fork into her hand and tossed it across the room.
Trixie gasped as she felt dust cloud into her face. She blinked, coughing on the blur of colours in front of her. Right in front of her, wedged between the heavy stones, stood a fork. She turned to give Katya an, admittedly thankful, ‘I told you so’ look. Katya gave her the finger before being jumped on from behind by one of the clowns.
Trixie grabbed the gun from the ground and ran towards her, leaping up onto the large table. She fumbled with the gun, pulling the trigger but nothing happened.
“If you could shoot this dick at some point.” Katya cried, managing to roll the creature off her back.
“I’m trying. He didn’t teach me how to use it before he got forked, Kat!”
“Give it to me then.”
“I forgot you did a course in alien weaponry in school.” She snapped, pulling one of the knobs and nearly jumping out of her skin as the gun flashed bright green suddenly. She pulled the trigger, disintegrating the clown that was seconds away from sinking its teeth into her lover.
“Sarcasm is not becoming of a lady.” Katya shouted as she rushed to help Bernie who was trying to fist fight three clowns at once. Kevin ran towards her, throwing his now empty gun at the fat clown chasing him. Trixie dropped the gun onto the table and grabbed a large metal dish.
“Duck.” She cried as the detective approached. The young man dropped and rolled. Unfortunately for the clown, it didn’t register the words before the metal dish hit it square in the face. It hit the ground with a heavy thud, sounding almost like a dropped bag of flour. Trixie handed the dish to Kevin who brought the edge sharply down on the creature’s neck. Colourful dust spilled from its clothing.
Bernie and Katya managed to take down one of the clowns but quickly found themselves running away. Bernie directed them towards a large fireplace, grabbing Katya’s arm to pull her away from a lunging creature. Once the arrived at the target destination he grabbed a fire poker handing it to Katya before grabbing a heavy metal kettle.
Bernie struck his creature first, sending it tumbling back. It snarled at him, lunging forwards again and this time managing a deep scratch on his arms with its exposed fangs before Katya swung her poker and flung it away. Luckily Bernie did not seem too badly hurt as he quickly turned to the other clown and began to fight it.
“Say hello to your dead dad on the beach.” Katya cried, raising the metal pole to strike the final blow to the vicious creature. Kevin ran to help Bernie take down the clown as Trixie dropped to untie Helena from the table. Lucky girl to sleep through the whole ordeal. Trixie hadn’t realised just how lucky they were the aliens hadn’t found them quiet annoying enough to sedate them like they had her.
“Oh my God. Contact!” The alien said suddenly, looking up at her with shining eyes. “I love that movie.” He breathed, hand on his chest as though he had never found another being who understood him better. Katya faltered, willingness to kills a creature she had so much in common with slipping. They both liked the movie Contact and eating Trixie, admittedly in different ways but it’s whatever.
Trixie’s head snapped around at the words she feared most in this world. No! Not another person, well creature, that loved that damned movie. She marched across the room. She could not let this thing encourage Katya’s insistence to talk about that crap.
“Hey. We were bonding!” Katya cried as Trixie shot the clown in the face. The creautre fell into colourful dust alongside the others. The floor was now an odd juxtaposition of dirty, grey stone and brightly coloured rainbow dust.
“He was reaching for a weapon.” Trixie insisted, quickly returning to untying the young girl.
“What weapon?”
“It was concealed.” Trixie shrugged.
“He was reaching for concealer. To fix his make up?” Katya asked in her valley girl voice. Trixie looked at her with dead eyes.
“I wish they’d eaten me.” Trixie groaned from deep within her soul. Katya cackled.
“Don’t worry, I’ll eat you if you like.” She offered, nudging the other woman with her elbow. The detective took off his coat to cover Helena’s Wonder Woman underwear and keep her warm. He picked her up, thankful to have finally found her. He’d been so worried.
“Is it just me that finds being around them a constant state of being amused and uncomfortable?” Bernie asked turning to the detective with a helpless look.
“Same, man. Same.” The detective nodded as Bernie wandered towards the computers curiously.
“Well that’s all done.” Katya said, clapping her hands before brushing coloured dust from the shoulder of her jacket.
“I don’t even know where to start with the paperwork.” Kevin confessed.
“I heard them say they kept her sedated pretty much all the time because she screamed a full hour when they first took her.” Trixie said, checking the girl’s pulse. It was low but regular, similar to that of someone who was simply sleeping. “Ours wore off though, so I can only assume hers will too.” She added, gently pulling at the girl’s eyelid to check her eyes.
“Maybe you just found her out on the highway, walking or something.” Katya suggested.
“The bodies disintegrate so there’s no suspicion there.” Trixie added, wiggling her toes with a look of disgust. She was barefoot and she could feel gritty powder between her toes. Great. There were bits of alien clowns between her toes. Perfect.
“Wrapped up pretty neatly I’d say.” Katya nodded.
“What about the big fuck off spaceship we’re in?” The detective cried. Trixie and Katya both blinked. They hadn’t actually seen this place from the outside. They’d been taken from the circus and the next thing they knew they were hanging upside down in a cell.
“Guys.” Bernie interjected from his place beside a collection of screens and blinking lights.
“Not now, Dog Man.” Katya waved a hand.
“Only I think this building may explode.” He informed them, quickly catching their attention. They all rushed over. “Inspector?” He asked, motioning to the screen. Bernie took Helena gently from Kevin. The detective surged forwards, pressing buttons in a way that was obviously supposed to look like he knew what he was doing.
“In the academy they taught us some basic coding and this looks like a detonation.” He said quickly, flicking another switch hopefully.
“I don’t know why I ever doubted you, Kevin.” Katya nodded cheerily, clapping on the back. Kevin blinked at her, open mouthed. It took a second for her to rerun his words in her head. “Oh shit.”
“Yeah, you have to be a trained specialist to understand a detonation countdown and a big red flashing button.” Trixie pointed out, the cold of the stone floor stinging at her feet. Kevin flipped another switch. The room around them became suddenly blurry, as though the edges of the room were shifting in and out of focus. The room around them suddenly became a sixties nautical themed room. The cold floor beneath Trixie’s feet was replaced with a grey rug in the shape of a swordfish.
“Is this a run now or a ‘I can disable it’ kind of thing?” Katya asked, looking around at the design of the room with interest.
“Ummm. Oh no.” He said quickly. “The first one. The first one!” He cried, the pitch of his voice fluctuating to something almost comically high as he read the screen. The detective ran, grabbing the two by the arm to turn them round. The pair looked at each other for less than a second before bolting after him. Bernie hurried behind them, carrying the unconscious girl.
………….
“There we go. All done here.” Katya said, shutting the trunk of her beloved car and wiping her dusty hands on her jeans much to Trixie’s annoyance. “Where to now?”
“Well the thing is we never finished our ritual.” Trixie pointed out, leaning against the trunk of the car with a coy smile.
“That is very true.” Katya nodded, raising her eyebrows with a grin. “Where did we get up to?”
“Well we did the say something cheesy part but I don’t think we can just jump to the kissing.” Trixie said seriously, hands coming up to straighten the front of Katya’s purple leather jacket. She wasn’t really a fan of the purple one on Katya. It looked great on her though. She was waiting for the day Katya would realise that and just give it to her.
“You’re right the kissing has to come after the cheesy.” Katya agreed, stepping closer to her lover.
“You got any good lines?” Trixie grinned. Katya paused for a second, looking up at the sky and sighing thoughtfully as she let her hands fall to rest on Trixie’s hips. She hummed.
“I hope those aliens checked their smoke detectors before having you because laid out on the platter, you were smokin’.” Katya purred, wiggling her shoulders excitedly.
"Ok, that surpassed cheesy and was just bad.” Trixie snorted, rolling her eyes fondly. “You’re lucky I love you.” She sighed, stroking a hand over Katya’s cheek. She pulled the other woman close, pressing her lips to her lover’s with a smile. Katya hummed, pulling her flush against her own body. Trixie’s arms slid around the Russian’s neck, fingers curling into her blonde hair.
After a few minutes, Katya pulled away, dipping to press another quick kiss to Trixie’s lips as though not wanting to stop kissing her. It was odd. She’d kissed Trixie so many times over the past few years. And yet every time their lips met, a bolt of nerves and pleasure shot down her spine and pooled in her stomach.
“Now, I believe, let me just check my list.” Katya mimed pulling a list from her pocket and folding it out. Trixie snorted, watching the other woman fondly. “Ah, yep. An I.O.U for two handies, subject to be paid in full by one Trixie Mattel.”
“We haven’t eaten yet.” Trixie pointed out, looking down at the hand placed scandalously high up on her thigh.
“We’ll get in and out on the way back to the room.” Katya suggested, patting Trixie’s thigh before stepping back and pulling the car keys from her jacket pocket.
“And then we’ll go to In and Out burger, get it?” Trixie joked as they walked around the car to their respective sides.
“You’re lucky you’re pretty.” Katya snorted, shaking her head as she slid into the driver’s seat. Trixie laughed as she joined the other woman in the car.
Kevin waved as the car pulled away. It certainly wasn’t the last time he’d see the hunters throughout his career, but what would continue to surprise him every time was just how perfect the pair were for each other.
And that’s how the two local to nowhere hunters defeated killer alien clowns and introduced the currency of handies to a small town.
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Not Quite Disney AU (New Year, New AU Series) (Trixya) – Ellen Thwoorp
Summary- What if you’ve been told your whole life that on one specific day, in one specific place, you’ll meet your true love and they will break the curse placed on you when you were young? Now what if you get there only to meet another Princess who’s been told the exact same thing?
Princess Trixie and Princess Katya wait together for their true love only to realise they may be waiting for someone who’s already there.
A/N: How about a random ass Fairy-tale Au for ya nerves?
(In my fairy-tale Au PHDs exist, animals talk and giant vegetables make good bungalows… I don’t understand it either. Kinda silly but fun.)
Once upon a time there was a princess. With the biggest brightest eyes in all the land, Princess Trixie was the most beautiful girl in the land from the very moment of her birth. The kingdom rejoiced on the day she was born, parties, dancing and merry making ran late into the night. But not everyone was pleased. The castle’s head cook was jealous of the small child, angry that she should be so loved for having done nothing and yet he had lived a whole life that no one had ever celebrated. So that night he began to plan, visiting a dark witch.
On Princess Trixie’s first birthday the unimaginable happened. She was cursed. Cursed so that everything to touch her tongue would taste foul and rotten. It would sear her tongue at the slightest hint of flavour. The King and Queen were beside themselves trying to find something their child could eat as they watched her begin to waste away. That was when they consulted the fairies, begging them to help their child. The Faye offered their services to make the princess the blandest food known to man so she may live until the curse was broken. Sadly they informed the King and Queen that the curse could only be broken by true loves first kiss but that kiss would not happen for another twenty years.
For on her birthday in exactly twenty years she must venture to a clearing in the magical forest alone, there she will meet her true love and be healed.
Once upon a time there was another princess. With tumbling golden locks and a brain like a sponge, Princess Katya was loved by her people and was a greatly anticipated queen of the snowy kingdom. On her sixteenth birthday the kingdom celebrated as their princess came of age, everyone feeling safe in the knowledge that, should something happen to their beloved King and Queen, Princess Katya could rule. She laughed and joked with her subjects as she danced in the square with them.
But there were those who thought her brother more worthy of the crown. Knowing the only way to stop the princess was to break her spirit they used dark magic to curse her. By night she would become a hideous beast, cursing her to a life of loneliness and ensuring she would produce no heirs. Her parents rushed her to the nearby witchdoctor the morning after her first transformation, carrying the scared, bleeding girl away from her destroyed bedroom. There they were told that nothing could be done for ten years.
For on this day in exactly ten years she must venture to a clearing in the magical forest alone, there she will meet her true love and be healed.
This is the story of how these two princesses arrived in the same clearing on the same day, searching for their true love.
………….
“Listen sister, a fairy told me to come here.” Trixie said, jabbing a finger at the other woman.
“Yeah, well the witchdoctor told me to come here, so I think we know who to trust.” Katya countered, crossing her arms over her chest with a huff. Cheryl, her pet racoon, stood on the horse behind her and tittered. Katya nodded at her in agreement.
“What makes the witchdoctor who eats her own toenails a better source than a fairy?!” Trixie exclaimed, their voices echoing in the clearing as they argued. Honestly who could trust the word of that old witchdoctor? She was just a crazy old lady who lived in a giant hollowed out onion. How can you trust someone who chose to live in a root vegetable?
“The witchdoctor has a PHD, otherwise she’d just be a witch. Duh.” Katya explained, looking at the other princess as though she thought she was rather dim. Trixie paused then laughed.
“Oh my god, that’s ridiculous.” She giggled, Katya couldn’t help but laugh too.
“Honestly, please let me have this. I’m older than you, there’s more at stake.”
“Clearly.” Trixie murmured under her breath. Katya rolled her eyes.
“I need true loves kiss to break the spell, this is important.” Katya pleaded. The spell was not the only reason she wanted to find her true love of course, she was also painfully lonely. She had her family and friends back in her kingdom but she longed for someone to love. Fate had promised her that by cursing her. It had promised her the truest and purest form of love out there. Or at least that was what her parents told her to help her sleep at night.
“Hey, I have a spell that need breaking too, it’s not all about you.” Trixie huffed. Who did this girl think she was?
“What’s your spell?”
“Everything I eat tastes rotten and burns me. Yours?”
“I turn into a hideous monster at night.”
“Are you sure it’s just at night?” Trixie asked, a small smile quirking her lip as she tipped her head to the side.
“You’re either the funniest or most awful person I’ve ever met.” Katya said with a laugh, surprising Trixie. People normally got offended by jokes like that. Her parents were always telling her to watch her tongue and yet here she was arguing with this woman and she was laughing.
“Maybe I’m both.” She chuckled, looking down at the ground. “We shouldn’t fight.” Trixie said after a few long minutes. “Let’s agree to just wait here and let the prince decide himself. Deal?” She asked, holding out her hand to the other princess. Katya smiled, taking her hand
“Deal.” She nodded, shaking the other woman’s hand warmly. She was honestly just glad the arguing was over, she couldn’t help but like this girl. “Want to sit and chat while we wait? Where are you from?”
…………..
It had been four whole days now that the pair had camped in the clearing waiting for prince charming to swoop in with a kiss and a cure. And in that time the pair had become almost inseparably close. As soon as they’d agreed not to argue over the prince they found they got along incredibly well. They just kind of complimented each other on this bizarre level that neither of them had ever experienced before. It was almost like they were destined for each other.
Trixie had said that once. Questioned if maybe meeting each other was part of finding their true loves. That maybe they were destined to be friends. Katya’s stomach made a funny kind of jump when she said that and it had kept her up all night. She’d laid there picking at her claws wondering if maybe they were meant for each other in a way they hadn’t thought of.
That was the night Trixie first saw her in her horrific form. She’d appeared outside Katya’s tent with a lantern and asked her if she was asleep. Katya replied that she wasn’t in a gravelly voice, but that she should not come in for she was worried she’d frighten her. Trixie had promised that she wouldn’t, saying that she had heard wolves and that she was frightened already.
Katya heart had been beating at twice its usual rate as she unclasped her tent using the special fixtures that had been designed to allow her freedom at night. Trixie had hurried in, putting down the lantern and closing the ties behind her hurriedly. She gasped when she turned causing Katya to shy away from the light, shame tearing her insides apart.
Trixie sighed softly, crossing the room to place a gentle hand on Katya thick, hairy arm and smiled at her gently to show her she wasn’t afraid. That night she had slept by her side, tucking in closer as they heard more howls.
That was when Katya first realised something in their friendship was not quite right. That night she laid awake listening to the sounds outside the tent and thinking.
……………….
“This prince best have a good reason why he’s almost a whole week late.” Trixie grumbled as she tore up blades of grass between her fingers. Katya hummed before the pair fell silent again.
“Trixie.” Katya said, finally working up the courage to speak. She’d been watching Trixie cloud spotting for the past few minutes, seemingly forgetting that she was supposed to be looking up at the sky too.
“Yeah?” The princess replied, turning her face to look at Katya. They were laid with their faces next to each other, bodies and dresses flaring out in opposite directions on the soft grass.
“Do you think it’s possible for them to get your true love wrong?” Katya asked, mouth dry as Trixie smiled at her.
“Who’s ‘them’?”
“You know, the fairies, the witch doctors, fate and all. The people who decide this stuff.”
“How would they be wrong?” Trixie frowned, rolling on her front and propping herself up on her elbow so that she was looking down at Katya, her face blocking out the sun as she moved her long hair.
“Like what if you don’t love the person they send?” The older woman asked, her heartbeat fast as the other princess leant close to her. What if they sent her a prince and it was wrong? She was feeling things, and in her heart she knew what they were, but she couldn’t allow herself to entertain the notion. She swallowed. The longer she and Trixie waited for the prince the more sure she became that she wouldn’t love him. Her heart was already being unwittingly stolen.
“Then they’re not your true love and they were never your destiny.” Trixie said earnestly, brushing hair from Katya face with a soft finger. “It’s alright to be scared, Katya.” She said gently, picking a blade of grass from the ground beside her. “I’m nervous too. Whenever our true loves come I believe it will be perfect. You have to believe in it just to get through it I think.” Placing the blade of grass across Katya top lip like a moustache and giggling to herself as she laid back down.
“I want to believe in it.” Katya said quietly, looking sadly at the other woman as her attention went back to the clouds.
…………..
2 days later…
“Katya. What are you doing?” Trixie said, making Katya jump and drop the road sign she’d managed to pry from the ground.
“Nothing.” She said quickly, putting her hands behind her back and trying to look innocent.
“Because it looks like you’re tampering with the signs. And the prince won’t be able to find us otherwise.” The younger princess said crisply, arms folded across her chest. Katya said nothing, she couldn’t think what to say. That was exactly what she was doing. She knew it was silly and probably fruitless but she didn’t want the prince to come. She didn’t ever want him to come. She wanted Trixie and herself to be alone and happy together without anyone swooping in to take Trixie away.
“Oh my god, you were changing the road so he couldn’t find me.” Trixie accused, jabbing an angry finger at her. “You were going to lead him straight to you. I thought we were friends, Katya!” Trixie cried, turning on her heel.
“It’s not what you think, Trixie.” The other princess insisted, following the other girl hurriedly as they made their way back to the clearing
“Oh yeah? Enlighten me.” She snapped, stopping suddenly in her tracks and turning to Katya with furious eyes.
“I wasn’t trying to stop him from finding you. I was trying to stop him from finding either of us.” Katya blurted, unable to think of a suitable lie in the face of Trixie’s outrage.
“What? Why would you do that?” Trixie asked, her anger faltering to make way for confusion.
“I want to be with you.” Katya confessed after a moment of silence. Nothing ventured nothing gained she supposed, maybe honesty was best in a moment like this. She may lose her at any moment, whenever his lordship deigned to delight them with his presence.
“We can spend plenty of time together after the spells are broken. We can visit each other all the time.” Trixie assured her, patting her arm in a friendly, comforting manner.
“No that’s not what I mean.” Katya floundered, she didn’t understand. “I-” She swallowed. “I don’t think anyone is coming for me.”
“Oh, Katya we’ve been over this-” Trixie sighed affectionately.
“No, just let me.” She interrupted, stopping the other woman in her tracks. “I don’t think anyone is coming because I-I-.” Her heart beat thumped in her ears as a lump formed in her throat. The words seemed reluctant to leave her mouth no matter how badly she wanted to say them.
“What is it, Katya?” The other princess asked, concern touching her voice as Katya’s eyes began to shine, threatening tears.
“I think you’re my true love.” Katya confessed, looking hopefully at the other princess. Please say it back. Please say it back. Please say it back.
“Ok, I think you’ve eaten some bad mushrooms.” Trixie laughed, turning to walk away. Katya hurried after her as she made her way back to their camp. Why didn’t she understand?
“Trixie.” She pleaded, grabbing her arm and turning her around. She stepped forward and kissed the other woman before she lost her nerve. This kiss was sudden and harder than Katya might have liked but it was full of intent and emotion. She tried to pour her soul into it, holding Trixie’s cheek in a caress. Trixie pulled away suddenly, looking at her with wide eyes.
“I- I have to go wait for my prince.” Trixie stammered out, practically running back to her tent and shutting herself inside.
…………
It wasn’t until later that evening that she came out of the tent. She could see Katya sat on the ground a few feet away, Cheryl sat in her lap as she looked up at the sky. The sun was going down. Trixie swallowed, she had done a lot of thinking in the tent. She was confused and nothing made sense. Everything she knew about how this was supposed to go wasn’t happening. Trixie walked forward, heart breaking when she realised that Katya was crying. She could head the soft repeated whisper of “please, please, please” under her breath.
“Hey, raccoon whisperer.” Trixie said gently, sliding to sit down next to the other princess.
“Hello.” Katya said, quickly turning away to wipe her face as Cheryl hissed at Trixie. She turned back, sniffing as she did so.
“I’ve been thinking.” Trixie began, soothing out her long dress to busy her hands.
“Good for you.” Katya replied, shrugging as though she wasn’t really listening.
“I know, I should write home about it.” Trixie chuckled, smiling when she saw Katya’s mouth twitch. “Katya, look at me.” She sighed, reaching out to touch her face and nearly losing a finger as Cheryl snapped at her. Katya began making her weird clicky noises at the animal. They were talking to each other, it sounded quite a bit like they were arguing. Eventually Cheryl slid from her lap, shooting Trixie a dark look before running out into the trees.
“Trouble in paradise?” Trixie joked, trying to cheer the other woman up. The atmosphere that laid heavily around them felt wrong.
“What do you want Trixie? Because this isn’t funny. We can’t just go back to doing what we were doing before. It’s not fair.” Katya said, her voice off as she continued to avoid looking at the other woman. Trixie paused, surprised by Katya’s outburst.
“What if the prince comes and he’s everything you’ve ever wanted?” Trixie asked, pulling blades of grass from the ground in clumps.
“He won’t be.” The princess breathed unwaveringly. She sounded as though she had never been surer of anything in her life.
“How can you know that?”
“Because. The fairies can send all the beautiful princes and princesses they want, and it won’t matter because they’re not you.” Katya finally turned to look at her with soft, sad eyes. “I’m in love with you Trixie, there’s no one else they can send.”
“You’ve only known me just over a week.” Trixie argued weakly.
“Says the woman who is willing to go marry whatever man turns up here with a fancy horse and stupid haircut.” Katya snorted, nudging her shoulder with a bitter sort of smile. There was a long paused as Trixie tried to process everything Katya said. “Have you ever thought about the fact that our true loves were supposed to turn up at week ago?” The older woman said a short while later, eyes on the sun as though she expected it to suddenly drop from the sky.
“Of course.”
“And the only people we met that day were each other.” Katya reminded her, catching her eye with a meaningful look.
“The true loves kiss has never been another princess. It’s unheard of.” Trixie reminded her. The old stories were the closest thing she had to rules on this. It had never happened before. Sure two women or two men could marry in most kingdoms in the land, not one couple of that sort had been a part of this kind of tale before.
“So you trust dusty old storybooks more than your own senses.” Katya countered, turning a little to face her better. “Do you feel nothing for me at all Trixie? Nothing at all?” She asked, her voice sounding a little more desperate than she would have liked.
“I don’t know.” Trixie confessed. Katya shoulders sagged, and she moved to turn back to the sky. “No seriously, I don’t know. I like you a lot and you make me very happy but I don’t know what it’s supposed to feel like, Katya. Everyone just says you’ll know when it happens.”
“I suppose we’ll know for sure if you’re my true love pretty soon.” Katya sighed, playing with the ties on her dress as she looked back up at the sky. “Maybe you’re my true love but I’m not yours.” She suggested, her voice cracking at the thought of such an unfair alignment.
“That’s why you’re watching the sun.” Trixie stated, shooting Katya sympathetic look.
“If I change when the moon comes up… I was wrong.”
“It’s going to be ok.” The princess assured her, reaching to take her hands. Katya swallowed thickly as she began to rub soft circles on the back of her hand.
“You don’t know that.” Katya shook her head, looking down at the torn up grass in front of her. Trixie reached forward and gently turned Katya face to look at her.
“No, but I’m here with you and I always will be when you need me, whether we’re destined to be or not.” The princess said earnestly, stroking Katya’s cheek with her thumb as though trying to sooth a frightened animal.
“Did you enjoy kissing me?” Katya whispered suddenly breaking the silence between them.
“Yes. I think I did.”
“Would you ever want to do it again? One last time before.” Katya asked, eyes flicking up to sun as it began to slip out of view.
Trixie leant forwards and gently pressed her lips to Katya’s. The older woman sighed, her hand coming to slide into Trixie’s long hair. She opened her mouth, deepening the kiss into something more passionate. Trixie caught up quickly, encouraged by the other woman’s gently moan as she sucked on her bottom lip. She squeezed the hand still clasped in hers tightly before flicking her eyes to the sky.
The moon was out.
Trixie pulled away, her thumb still stroking Katya’s cheek in an attempt to keep her calm. The other woman’s eyes were still clasped shut. “It’s time to look up, Katya.” Trixie breathed, kissing her forehead.
“I can’t.” She gasped, eyes tightly shut as tears began to streak her cheeks. Her lip trembled as she tried to fight her sobs. Trixie took her shaking hand from where it rested at the back of her neck and pressed a kiss to it.
“Yes you can. You have to, Katya. I know it’s hard but it’s important.” Trixie said gently, raising a hand to stroke Katya’s hair. The other princess swallowed, opening her eyes to look at Trixie. Trixie smiled encouragingly and squeezed her hands. “You can do it, look up.”
Katya took a deep breath and turned to look up at the moon. Her palms were sweaty as she looked up at the orb that had haunted her for so many years. They waited and…
Nothing.
Katya blinked shooting Trixie a quick look.
“How long does it normally take?” Trixie breathed, looking up at the moon with a small frown. Trying to not to get prematurely excited for Katya’s sake.
“It- It normally happens straight away.” Katya frowned, looking down at her hands. They looked the same. She looked up at the moon again, staring at it for several minutes. “Does this mean it worked?” She asked slowly.
“It looks that way yeah.” Trixie breathed, turning to smile at the other woman. “You’re cured.” Katya put a hand over her mouth, breath heavy as gazed up.
“I’m not changing.” She breathed.
“Nope.”
“I’m oh my god, the curse it’s broken!” She cried, throwing her hands up in the air. Trixie laughed as the other woman grabbed her, tackling her to the ground in a hug. Katya laughed and let out a surprised cry as they rolled a little further than intended down the sloped clearing. Practically sitting on top of Trixie she punched her hands up in the air in celebration.
“You’re not going to dance are you?” Trixie giggled.
Katya stopped suddenly, looking at Trixie with slightly manic eyes. “It’s your turn.” She said, jumping up and running to the blackberry bush. She came back with a hand full of blackberries, presenting them to Trixie. The younger princess looked down at them nervously. She remembered how foul and sharp they had tasted when she’d last had them. She took one of the berries from Katya’s hand and looked up at her anxious face.
Katya frowned at her as Trixie squashed the fruit in her fingers, running the dark juice along Katya’s bottom lip. With that she placed a hand at either side of Katya’s jaw and pulled her close. There was a mutual sigh a Trixie’s tongue first brushed Katya’s lip. Trixie almost cried when the sweet taste brushed her tongue. It was sweet and tangy and… well nice. For the first time she tasted something nice.
Trixie let out a moan and pulled the other woman closer, opening her mouth the kiss the other woman deeply. Katya held her close, arms clasped around her in a tight embrace. How was it that this kiss felt so different to the other two they’d shared? This kiss was even more passionate and desperate than the first yet even sweeter than the second.
“You taste amazing.” Trixie breathed, looking down at the other woman’s stained lips again. “I’m sorry for everything.”
“It’s ok, I understand.” Katya smiled, wiping at her sticky cheek with her sleeve. “Do you want to sing your true love song?” She asked, knowing that Trixie had spent a long time preparing the song.
“Nah, let’s go share your tent.” Trixie said with a wave of her hand, walking over to the blackberry bush to pick more, filling the large pockets in her dress.
“But yours is bigger.” Katya frowned as she helped the woman pick them.
“Exactly.” Trixie nodded, turning to Katya with a smile. “It’ll be cosy.”
“Oh.” Katya said with a frown before she understood what the other woman meant. “Oh.”
“What does the rest of you taste like?” Trixie winked, popping a berry in her mouth with a moan as she headed towards Katya’s tent. Katya stood for a moment staring into space as she tried to process what on Earth just happened and where this brazen, flirty Trixie had come from. She hurried over to the tent, sending one last look up at the moon with a smile. That was the first night in ten years she’d looked at the moon and smiled.
………
“So we go to your kingdom first because it closest, we’ll send word to mine from there. Then we’ll figure out the whole wedding thing?” Katya checked as they finished packing away her tent, placing it on Trixie’s horse. That was the last thing they had to pack up. Trixie smiled and nodded, stepping around the horse to take Katya’s hand in her own.
Suddenly there was a rustling in the trees around them. They could hear voices and the sound of a horse galloping.
“Quick.” Katya said, grabbing their weapons from her horse. She threw Trixie her bow as she rushed back, sword and quiver in hand. Trixie took the quiver, slinging it quickly over her shoulder as she took aim with one of her arrows.
Through the bushes burst a white horse, its mane swishing in the wind. It whinnied as it came face to face with Katya’s sword.
“Woah there, mighty steed. Fear not these maidens.” The man sat on the back of the horse cried, coming into to view as he turned the horse. He was rather short in the body, with long wavy blonde hair and very blue eyes. He grinned at the princesses, his white teeth gleaming brightly.
“I think the beast is wise to fear us.” Trixie said flatly, maintaining her aim.
“Who are you calling beast?!” The horse cried, flipping its mane incredulously.
“You can talk?!” Trixie and Katya cried in unison. Katya looked amazed, Trixie looked more disturbed. Of course Katya would find something like this entertaining.
“Why yes! I am a cursed prince, searching for true loves kiss.” The horse spoke in a woefully dramatic voice. “This is my brother, he’s just here because mum wants him to settle down.” He added flatly, looking like a child who was forced to babysit their annoying younger sibling.
“Oh wow. That really sucks for you.” Katya said awkwardly, shooting Trixie a look. Trixie bit her lip to fight the giggle as she caught Katya’s eye.
“Exactly, that is why I am here to whisk one of you away to be my bride where upon a kiss I shall transform into a handsome prince.” The horse said stoically, seemingly posing in what he deemed his best light.
“Well, a moderately good looking prince in comparison.” The brother added with a deep chuckle, patting his brother’s neck in a condescending manner.
“No.” Katya clarified after a moment, evidently realising Trixie couldn’t be the one to break the news otherwise she might laugh. “I don’t mean your curse, although that really sucks, we already found our own true loves.”
“What? But we’re only a little late.” The brother insisted, looking like a child that had been playing with a toy only to have it taken away because it wasn’t his.
“Actually, you’re over a week late.” Trixie said, finally gaining control of herself. “And I’ve got bad news for you, never kissing a horse, never would have, never will.” She added, turning to walk over to their horse.
“Good luck next time.” Katya added as she turned and walked away. Katya hopped up onto Trixie’s horse first, offering Trixie a hand as she slid behind her. They could hear the pair arguing all the way down the dirt road as they made their way back to Trixie’s kingdom. Katya’s horse trailed along behind them, tied to the back of their saddle by a strap of leather. If you listened closely you could hear the soft sounds of Cheryl snoring in one of the bags.
“As if they expected you to kiss a damn horse.” Trixie muttered as the sound of the brothers finally faded to nothing.
“Me?!” Katya cried with a laugh. “What if the horse was for you?” She suggested, smiling as Trixie held her tight, hands joined at her stomach.
“You don’t think horse kissing is more likely to come from the woman with twelve fingers and a beard rather than the fairies?” Trixie suggested, rolling her eyes. As if the horse man was for her. Yeah right. How disgusting.
“I’m telling you she just misunderstood. She has a PHD.” Katya insisted as the horse trotted along beneath them.
“You’re such a liar, I don’t believe you for a second.” Trixie laughed, smiling brightly as she rested her cheek on Katya’s shoulder blade.
“I shall never tell the truth again ‘til the day I die if it will make you laugh like that every time.”
“Oh shush.” Trixie blushed, hiding her face. Katya smirked.
Their fairy-tale didn’t go how anybody expected it to. People would marvel at the story for centuries to come, as the documented accounts became legends and legends became bed time stories. The story of the two princesses who made their own destiny and fell in love.
And they lived happily ever after.
The End.
#katya zamolodchikova#trixie mattel#trixya#lesbian au#au#fluff#mild angst#ellen thwoorp#rpdr fanfiction#submission#fantasy#princess au#new year new au#royalty au
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Dina’s Fun Aunt Holiday Bonus Part 1 – Ellen Thwoorp
Summary – Katya has a proposition for Trixie, but it takes some upturned dinner plans, some Shakespearean quotes and some stupid puns before she can actually get around to it.
A/N: Surprise, more Dina’s Fun Aunt because I had more ideas and didn’t have the power to resist the temptation to write it. I’m going to try and update this roughly every week with my new AU series until it’s done. (Was originally going to post in one go but I’m pushing 13k and it ain’t even finished.)
“If it isn’t two of my favourite girls!” Katya cried as Trixie and Dina stepped out of the school. Svetlana rolled her eyes but smiled at the pair as they came towards them. Dina took Trixie’s hand as they walked down the steps at the front of the school. The teacher smiled, she was so thankful Dina’s jealousy phase hadn’t lasted long. It had been just over a month since their very public outing, and the girl somehow got over her jealousy within the space of about two weeks. Trixie suspected that either Svetlana or Katya had spoken to the girl as one day she came into class as bright as anything, said good morning and gave her a cupcake with a pink frosted t-rex on it. The thing that had made Trixie stop in her tracks that morning was the ‘good morning’, of all things. Dina hadn’t spoken to her for a full two weeks at that point.
“Are you going to watch the Disney film on tv tonight?” Dina asked, hopping down the steps and nearly causing Trixie to drop the two binders she had tucked in her arm.
“Ah, no I’m afraid not. Your Auntie Katya and I are going on a date.”
“Where?” The child asked as they stopped in front of the Russian sisters.
“We are going to the lands most prestigious eatery this side of the equator fair maiden, why doth thou ask so many questions?”
“Stop talking silly.” Dina giggled, letting go of Trixie to move her long hair out of her face.
“Shakespeare may be a bit advanced.” Trixie laughed.
“Exit pursued by a bear.” Katya cried, shaping her fingers into claws and lunging for Dina who squealed and ran to hide behind her mother.
“Now we can’t hang around here all day, someone has got karate class tonight.” Svetlana said with a clap of her hands. She suddenly turned to Katya making the other woman jump in surprise. “Have you asked Trixie yet?”
“No, I hadn’t gotten to it yet.” Katya mumbled, avoiding Trixie’s eye.
“Oh well. It’d be great if you could come.” Her sister added, giving the other woman a meaningful look. Katya just rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. “Do you guys need a lift? I can take you to the restaurant if you like."
"Thanks but I’ve got my car and I need Katya to help me out of my clothes.” Trixie said with a slightly awkward smile. “I MEAN OUT WITH MY CLOTHES. She’s helping me choose an outfit.” She amended at the look on Svetlana’s face. Katya was trying not to laugh, thin hand covering her mouth.
“Ok…well I’ll let you go. C'mon bean.” The older woman said slowly, turning to her daughter with a fond smile. “Nice to see you again, Trixie.” She added as they walked away, although Trixie couldn’t be sure she actually meant it. In fact she doubted Svetlana ever meant it, each time they met Trixie somehow managed to make a tit of herself.
“You want to me to help you out of your clothes anyway?” Katya asked once the pair were out of earshot, smirking at her girlfriend with sly eyes.
“We hardly have time for that. Why is talking to your sister always so awkward?” Trixie moaned, taking Katya’s hand with her own free hand. She adjusted the binders in her arm and congratulated herself in not looking around them before she made the affectionate gesture.
“It’s taking her time. She’s never actually approved of or really interacted with my girlfriends before.” Katya responded, lacing her fingers with Trixie’s as they walked toward the carpark. “It’s kinda new for all of us I guess.” She shrugged.
“Have your girlfriends met Dina before?" Trixie asked. It was a question that had played on her mind before. She wondered if she was just one of many women Dina had met and then refused to talk to for two weeks.
"Only one and that was because I bumped into her in the street. After we’d broken up, thought she was mine.” Katya mused, swinging their hands. Trixie wasn’t sure she ever realised she was even doing it. “As if I could be anyone’s mum.”
"I think you’d make a great mum.“ Trixie confessed as they got to her car. She let go a Katya to search in her bag for her keys.
"Oh. I was taking about my youthful looks and tight pussy but thank you.” The Russian clarified with a half shrug and a wink.
“Katya!” Trixie gasped, pushing her girlfriend with a scandalised look as she checked around them. She saw Mr Parker across the car park and waved. He waved back heading towards her with intent that suggested work was involved. She bit back as sigh as she put a hand on Katya’s back. “Run while you still can.” She whispered, causing Katya to look up at the sky in confusion.
“Are the aliens attacking?” She asked, her face serious as Trixie laughed as she finally found her keys.
“That’s the first thing you think when I say run?” The teacher asked incredulously.
“Not aliens, velociraptors then?”
“In the car park?” Trixie snorted as she watched Mr Parker stopped to let a car pass in front of him. God he even walked slowly, didn’t he know she had places to be! She was a busy woman. Or at least a woman who is hoping to get busy after, or maybe even before, a lovely meal.
“Hey! It can happen, velociraptors are commonly found in parks, I saw it on this documentary-"
"Jurassic Park.” They said in unison, Trixie nodding fondly as Katya cackled. Katya was so madly predictable, that or Trixie had spent way too much time with her.
��Seriously this will be boring, if you want to escape, get in the car.” She whispered seriously, holding the keys out to her girlfriend. No one should have to go through listening to Mr Parker unless it was literally what you were paid to do.
“Through thick and thin, my love.” Katya said with a soft smile, placing her hand at the small of Trixie’s back. The teacher bit back the grin as the man came to stand in front of her, paper in hand.
“Tracy, I just wanted to check the scheduling with you…” Trixie nodded, looking down at her watch. Worst comes to worst she was wearing a nice enough dress to wear her work clothes to dinner. As the man droned on the torture felt a touch more bearable as Katya stood beside her trying to look as though she understood what they were talking about.
…………………………………………..
“When I said wherever you wanted, this isn’t what I had in mind.” Trixie said as they walked across the McDonalds car park.
“You said I’m sorry we missed our reservation because of Mr Boring Mc-I-wear-more-shades-of-grey-than-you-can-fit-in-an-erotic-novel teacher man. But don’t worry Kitty Cat we can go anywhere else in the universe you want to go for dinner, we could even go windsurfing with your dead dad if you want." Katya said, raising the pitch of her voice in what seemed to be an impression of Trixie.
"I didn’t say that.” Trixie rolled her eyes. “And I don’t sound like that.”
“You mouth didn’t say it but that’s what your eyes told me."
"You’re terrible.” Trixie sighed, unable to fight the fond smile on her face.
“I know, I’m on a government list. Go find us a table upstairs and I’ll order what do you want?” Katya said, patting Trixie’s arm as they headed into the fast food restaurant. Trixie rattled off her order, which consisted of the only vegetarian option. Honestly even the salads had meat in. She pushed money into Katya’s hand, giving her an insistent look when she began to argue.
She found a table upstairs near the back of the restaurant, if you could even call it that, and sighed. She’d been looking forward to their dinner. Obviously it didn’t really matter where they went, she mostly just wanted to be with Katya, but the food had sounded good at Romero’s. Kim had told her about it and Trixie knew Katya would flip over the ravioli. She’d been looking forward to seeing the joy on Katya’s face. The teacher pulled out her phone so as not to have to look at any of the other patrons. Kids just out of school. People in suits who looked one spreadsheet away from death. Old people who must have been around for the invention of hair brushes but somehow seemingly never used them.
“Excuse me, I don’t know if anyone has ever told you this but you are very beautiful.” A manly voice said from across her. Momentarily her heart filled with dread as she expected to look up and see a forty something year old man with a shitty suit and a problematic hairline, who thought he’d try his luck. Instead she saw the grinning face of Katya.
“Oh my god. What was that?”
“I got you didn’t I? Didn’t know it was me, did you?” She giggled, putting the tray down on the table before pulling out her seat. Trixie laughed, putting her phone down beside her.
“No. You’re not secretly a man are you because that was scary real.” The teacher asked with exaggerated suspicious, eyeing the other woman cautiously.
“I’ll never tell, mother.” Katya said sweetly, hiding behind a napkin. Trixie snorted, nudging Katya’s legs with her foot underneath the table. She looked down at the food and rolled her eyes.
“Oh my god, did you get a happy meal?”
“Well yeah, it comes with a toy, Trixie!” Katya exclaimed as though that was explanation enough. She pulled one end from her straw wrapper before blowing hard into the straw.
“I’m dating an actual child.” Trixie sighed as the wrapper hit her in the cheek and got caught in her hair.
“Yup, pervert.” Katya grinned opening the box and pulling out the toy with a level of glee not quite befitting at thirty four year old woman.
“Oh. My. God.” Katya gasped as she showed the toy to Trixie. “I got you!” She insisted as she tore open the bag to reveal a small plastic Princess Peach.
“I should be her for Halloween. I’m normally Barbie.” Trixie mused, opening her veggie burger. God she was hungry, lunch seemed like years ago.
“Oh my god, you should be Princess Peach and I’ll be Mario!” Katya gasped, eyes bright as she grabbed Trixie’s arm.
“What and you just keep saving me all night and punching bricks?”
“That’s true love. The modern Romeo and Juliet.” Katya nodded, looking back down at the figurine happily. She was very quiet for a few moments before she suddenly spoke. “Hey, Trixie. Ask me how I’m doing.”
“How are you doing?” Trixie asked, trying not to be suspicious at the sudden request. Katya grinned widely and held up the Princess Peach toy.
“Peachy.” She said as seriously as she could. Trixie groaned, chuckling at the stupid joke as Katya began to wheeze. “Trixie, ask me how I would describe your butt.”
“I feel like I know where this is going. Is it peachy by any chance?” The teacher asked, eyebrows raised.
“You said it, not me.” Katya replied, holding her hands up in the air.
“God, I love you.”
“Urgh.” Katya grimaced before smiling and blowing her a kiss. Trixie smiled back, rubbing her foot against Katya’s calf as she drank.
“It’s like Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom.” Katya giggled as she rolled her chicken nugget behind the toy. Grinning she took a bite of the food, looking very pleased.
“I’ve never seen it.”
“You’ve never seen it?!”
“As much as I love to see you, I don’t care to see your food.” Trixie mused as Katya looked slightly guilty. Swallowing her food she took a deep breath.
“Trixie.” She began seriously. “While the time we’ve had together has been great I’m afraid we are going to have to break up. I need someone who shares the same values… and the same DVD collection.”
"Oh my god, don’t do that to me Katya. I was starting to believe you.“ Trixie laughed in relief, putting a hand on her chest. She had managed to sound so serious. Imagine breaking up in a McDonalds at eight o’ clock on a Tuesday. She’d never live that down let alone the heartbreak. "I thought you finally realised you’re out of my league.”
“Sorry.” Katya apologised, looking a little guilty. She reached forward and took Trixie’s free hand in her own. “You think I’m out of your league?” She asked as she dipped her fries in sauce before filling her mouth.
“I’m pretty sure everyone is out of your league.” Trixie said softly, looking up from under her lashes at the other woman.
“You’re cute."
"Thank you.”
“I don’t think I’m out of your league at all by the way.” Katya added, pulling Trixie hand to her mouth to press a tender kiss to the back of her hand.
“No?”
“No. I mean who would have known the two sexiest, funniest, most charming, intelligent people in the world would fall in love?”
“Hah yeah, that’s them down the street there. What about us?” Trixie snorted, nodding her head to the window. Katya gaped in mock horror, dropping her hand.
“You wound me you sharp-tongued vagabond.” Katya said dramatically, putting a hand to her chest. “And yet you are definitely getting laid tonight for being such a duckie.“ She added with a smile, leaning forward to pink Trixie’s cheek. The other woman batted her hand away with a laugh.
“Pretty sure I was getting laid anyway, compliments or no.” Trixie grinned, leaning forwards so that people around them couldn’t hear her.
“Away, you three-inch fool!” Katya exclaimed.
“What’s with the Shakespeare today?” Trixie asked, shaking her head fondly as she went back to eating her food.
“I was listening to the radio yesterday and they were doing dramatizations for Shakey’s birthday or something.” Katya shrugged, taking a sip of her drink.
“Listening to the radio, showing your age a little there grandma.” Trixie mused, smirking at Katya’s offended look.
“Young people listen to the radio too, Trixie.” She insisted.
“Mmmhmm." Trixie hummed, dodging Katya as she tried to playfully smack her on the arm. The pair fell into giggles.
“Anyway I would have thought you’d like my Shakespearian flare today, its romantic.” Katya said, waving a fry in front of her as though she was directing an orchestra of some kind.
“It’s not romantic if you only remember the insults and the bits with bears in, Katya.” Trixie snorted.
“I know other bits!” Katya insisted taking the other woman’s hand. “Trixie, Trixie, where for art thou…” She said, rolling her ‘r’s, hand resting on her chest as she spoke to Trixie’s hand. Trixie couldn’t contain the squeak of laughter as Katya suddenly pulled her hand towards her and covered it in sloppy kisses.
“I hate you.” Trixie laughed, wiping her lipstick covered hand with a napkin. Katya winked at her before sticking a whole nugget in her mouth. “And I’m guessing you’re wearing that dress because Shakespeare as well. I’m almost surprised you don’t own a ruff.”
“Completely unrelated.” Katya shrugged, waving her hand nonchalantly.
“Right.” Trixie nodded, not believing the other woman for a second. “Speaking of completely unrelated.” She began, causing Katya to look up from her food. "What was your sister talking about earlier?"
"Oh. Um.” Katya began, suddenly nervous, scrunching up her serviette in her hand. “It’s perfectly ok for you to say no, before I begin, I just want you to know we won’t take it personally. I won’t take it personally. I understand."
"Katya, what is it?”
“We’re going on holiday, Svetlana, Peter, Dina and I, we go away together every other year and um and Svetlana wanted me to ask you if… if maybe you wanted to come too?" Katya asked, eyes on the napkin in her hand as she began to twist one end of it nervously.
"You’re asking me to come on holiday with your family?" Trixie clarified, surprised by the invitation. She’d never been invited to go on holiday or anything with a girlfriend’s family before. She’d been away with Kim and her family before but never with a girlfriend.
"Sorry, sorry. I told her it was probably too much, I mean we haven’t been together that long really and we certainly haven’t been publicly. Just forget it.” Katya rushed out, still not looking at her as she sat back in her seat.
“When is it?” Trixie asked picking up her phone to check her calendar.
“What are you doing?" Katya asked, looking up in surprise.
"Checking if I’m free. I think I still have quite a few days off left if it runs a little in term time although I’d rather not do that.” Trixie said, closing a text from Pearl as it popped up. She’d answer it later.
“Wait, you want to come?" Katya asked, her eyes hopeful. Trixie looked up from her phone and smiled.
"Sure. Getting to spend time with you and your family would be nice." Trixie said, heart bubbling pleasantly as she saw Katya finally let her excitement show.
"Oh ok, we’re going Easter week, um we’re going to this resort place in Greece.”
“Is that expensive?" Trixie asked, doing a mental check of her current savings and bank account balance.
"Svetlana has offered to pay for your flight." Katya said.
"What? She can’t do that, I’ve got some stuff saved up.” Trixie replied quickly, she certainly didn’t know Katya sister well enough to be indebted to her like that. Plus she still wasn’t sure Svetlana liked her. Taking her money would only make that worse surely.
“She’ll honestly be more insulted if you paid for it yourself than not going." Katya informed her frankly.
"Oh."
"Yeah she’s got a bit of a complex. I also think it’s a bit of an apology for the way she was when we started out.” Katya shrugged.
“Oh. Ok. Well, I’m free that week.” Trixie said, putting her phone back down to look at Katya.
“So you’re coming?” The Russian asked hopefully, excitement swimming in her eyes. Trixie grinned and nodded.
“Yeah.”
……………….
“It was very nice of you to offer to drive us all to the airport.” Svetlana said as she settled herself into the back of the car with her husband.
“Of course. Thank you so much for inviting me.” Trixie replied from the driver’s seat, yawning as she looked at the time. Too early, definitely.
“It’ll be nice for us all to spend some time together.” Peter added as Trixie took a long sip of her strong coffee in her pink travel cup that Katya had decorated. One night Katya had just picked it up and asked if she could make it prettier. She then continued to cover it in doodles of hearts, flowers and Barbies floating alongside aliens and raccoons.
“You got everything, sweet?” Trixie asked as Katya slid into the seat next to her.
“My charm and my dashing good looks.” Katya sighed, rolling her shoulders back as she yawned. “It’s too early.”
“You look so beautiful.” Trixie smiled, making Katya bounce happily before thanking her. Some of the Russian’s hair fell from its messy and very lazy updo as she laid her head back on the headrest.
“Right. Let’s get this show on the road. Everyone ready?”
“Miss Mattel, I need a wee.”
“Remember, you don’t need to call me Miss Mattel while we’re not in school. Just call me Trixie.”
“You went while we were in the house.” Katya sighed looking exhausted. Trixie put a hand over Katya’s, rubbing her thumb over her knuckles soothingly.
“I need it again.” Dina whined.
“That’s no problem. Good on you for saying before we left. We’ll be right back.” Trixie said, turning to Katya. “You wanna give me your key, I’ll take her now.” Katya smiled appreciatively.
“You sure Trixie?” Svetlana asked, reaching for the buckle to her seatbelt.
“Sure, you guys sit down for five minutes.” She said with a wave of her hand, opening her door and getting out of the car. She walked around the car and opened the door for Dina. They headed into the house together, chatting away like old friends.
“Trixie is sweet.” Svetlana observed as she watched the pair enter the house.
“She has a heart of gold and more patience than I’ve even known anyone have.” Katya mumbled her eyes closed as she sat back in the seat. God it had been a long morning, and there was still plenty of it left.
“Does she tell you you’re beautiful a lot?”
“Yeah.” Katya smiled, turning slightly in her seat to look at her sister. “And yet every time she says it, it’s like the first time she said it.” She confessed, blushing a little. Svetlana grinned wolfishly.
“Now then Hun, I’ve seen that look before.” Peter began, looking up from his phone to give Svetlana a stern look over his glasses. “You can’t spend the holiday prying into their love life.”
“I just want to know that they’re happy.” She said defensively, folding her arms across her chest as Trixie and Dina stepped out of the house.
“Mhm.” Peter hummed disbelievingly, patting his wife’s leg. He gave her the kind of look that came as a result of many years of marriage.
“We are, I don’t remember being this happy before.” Katya sighed as Dina got back in the car and buckled her seatbelt.
“Hey.” Trixie said as she slid into the driver seat.
“Before we go can I have a small kiss?” Katya asked tiredly, smirking at the way Trixie blushed. The teacher looked behind her briefly, everyone else in the car suddenly seem to be very focused on something in their hand or looking out of the window.
Trixie leant forward and pressed a chaste kiss to Katya’s lips, staying perhaps a little longer than was necessary. Katya held a knuckle beneath the teachers chin as she kissed her back. She pulled away not long after, looking thoroughly too please with herself as she relaxed into the passenger seat of the car. Trixie sat back, rolling her eyes as she felt blush touch her cheeks.
“If you guys want.” Trixie began, coughing awkwardly as she broke the silence of the car. “You can go back to sleep for a bit. I’ll keep the music off.”
“That’s ok.” Svetlana answered as Trixie checked her mirror and began down the quiet road. “I won’t be sleeping and these three could sleep through world war three."
"If you’re all sure. I hope country is ok?” She laughed, pressing the play button on her Bluetooth car radio. Her question fell on three pairs of deaf ears. Svetlana chuckled. They were so predictable.
……………….
She’d been driving almost two hours when they hit the traffic. Just managed to catch rush hour, dammit. She slumped back in her seat with one hand on the wheel. She drummed her fingers as the song changed to Island in the Stream.
“Do you remember the time you sung this to me?” A voice said beside her, making Trixie jump. She had thought Katya was still asleep.
“Yeah. After we went to that terrible restaurant that had that weird waiter.” Trixie chuckled, edging the car forward a few inches before the cars in front of her stopped again.
“Benjamin was boss.” Katya gasped in mock outrage.
“You only think that because he likes the movie Contact.” Trixie pointed out, shooting Katya quick knowing look before returning her eyes to the road.
“He has taste.”
“Shush.”
“Let’s do it again.” Katya said suddenly.
“What?”
“She’s an amazing singer.” The Russian added, turning in her seat slightly to inform her sister and brother in law.
“I’m not that good, I just sing in key unlike some people.” Trixie interjected, as Peter and Svetlana chuckled.
“C'mon. It’s our song.” Katya pleaded, trying to sway her.
“Is it? I thought you said Hot for Teacher by Van Halen was our song.”
“We have multiple songs.” Katya shrugged. “Sing for me my angel of music.”
“Are we starting on the Dolly part then?” Trixie checked as the chorus finished. Katya nodded.
“I can’t live without you if the love was gone. Everything is nothing if you got no one.” Trixie sang, laughing when Katya began to clap. “And you just walk in the night. Slowly losing sight of the real thing.”
“But that won’t happen to us and we got no doubt. Too deep in love and we got no way out.” They sang together. Svetlana grabbed her phone, quickly turning on the camera. Peter rolled his eyes as she began to record them.
This was going to be an interesting holiday.
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Different Worlds (New Year, New Au) (Trixya) – Ellen Thwoorp
Summary- Katya is a misunderstood Goth who everyone thinks eats bats and Skype calls with Satan. In actuality she’s just a bit of a dork with the biggest crush on Trixie, the cheerleader. This is the story of the first time they met and how things never quite go as you expect them to.
A/N: Obligatory High School Au.
This is the first installation of my ‘New Year, New Au Series’. I’m challenging myself with a bunch of random AU oneshots because my usual is long multichapter fics. The more random the Au the more I like it so things might get a bit crazy. Enjoy! (These will likely all be lesbian Au because I find Brian and Brian hard to write but we’ll see.)
Katya took a drag from her cigarette as she watched the football players run around the pitch from her spot just beneath the bleachers. She chose this spot for two very important reasons. The first being that the teachers couldn’t see her smoking here. The second, and most important, reason was that it had the best view of the cheerleaders without compromising reason one. Although in actuality she only had interest in one specific cheerleader. The beautiful, bubbly Barbie doll that was Trixie Mattel. The girl had moved up from Massachusetts just over a year ago after her mother remarried and immediately stolen Katya little black heart.
Katya knew that they were an almost laughable match. There she stood with her unevenly braided black and blonde hair decorated with large bat clips finished with googly eyes. She was text book weirdo Goth. Heavy black eyeliner and all. Trixie was the brightest explosion of pinks and fluff and cuddly kittens. Not to mention Trixie was popular. Everyone liked her. Katya wasn’t so lucky. When her family first emigrated her English wasn’t great which prevented her from making many friends. People mostly seemed to either look down at her or were afraid of her now. This was most likely due to all the rumours. Some of which were true, some of which were ridiculous but that didn’t seem to stop people believing them.
Her long layered black skirt brushed the top her platform boots as she shifted her weight, resting her elbow against her hip. She imagined what people would think if her and Trixie were to walk down the corridor hand in hand. What would people think of her then? Not that that was going to happen anyway. First Trixie would have to know she existed, which Katya was fairly sure she didn’t. And even if she did she probably thought she was a freak.
That didn’t stop her though. She was stuck on this girl. She had been for over a year and it didn’t show any sign of stopping anytime soon.
That was when one of Katya’s actual nightmares came true. One of the practicing players kicked the ball sending it hurtling towards the bleachers. It hit the ground with a thud and rolled. The players sighed, pushing their friend with jibes about not being able to kick for shit.
“I’ll get it.” Trixie shouted behind her as the football rolled under the bleachers. Katya panicked as the football hit the toe of her fake platform Doc Martens. Maybe if she kicked it now Trixie wouldn’t even-
“Oh, hello.”
Never mind.
“H-hi.” Katya stuttered, almost dropping her cigarette after forgetting it was between her lips. She took it from her mouth, holding it behind her back with her shaky hands. This wasn’t happening. All the times she’d crafted their first proper meeting, laid in bed at night, pretending they weren’t part of two different worlds. This was going to be a disaster. She had never seen Trixie be cruel towards anyone the way some of the other cheerleaders could be, but that didn’t mean she was chums with people like Katya. She was kind and beautiful and laughed a lot and it honestly made Katya want to cry with the sheer honesty of it all.
“Oh, I love your shoes.” The other blonde commented as she stooped gracefully to pick up the ball. Katya blinked, her brain proving that it was in fact just a pound of lunch meat as it refused to function. She could do this. For god sake, she’d been dreaming of the opportunity to talk to this girl. She would say something profound. Something devastatingly poetic that would make the other girl swoon.
“Really?” Katya blinked looking down at the boots she’d painted herself. So much for profound, she thought as she kicked herself. Trixie smiled at her, flipping her long ponytail over her shoulder.
“Totally, I’d prefer them in pink though.” Trixie leant forward, whispering as though it was some kind of secret the girl wore basically nothing but pink. It was certainly no secret she hated the cheer uniforms for their deep shade of green and white. She never wore her uniform around school like most of the other girls. Katya thought she looked quite dashing in green but pink was much more Trixie. “Hang on.” She added, turning and throwing the ball hard across to the boys on the team. Katya tried to hide the pain on her face as the cigarette burnt her finger. She dropped it to the ground and squashed it with her foot, kicking it away, while the other girl was distracted. Trixie turned back with a smile.
“Wow, with a throw like that you should be on the team.” The Russian commented, surprised by the girls upper body strength.
“Eh, it’s too violent for my liking.” She shrugged. “So where did you get those and do they do them in different colours?”
“Um, my mum got them for me online and I painted them.” Katya confessed, pulling on one of her long braids behind her back. She hated that it made her feel bad to confess they didn’t have a whole lot of money. It felt like people judged her.
“Wait, you did these?!” Trixie gasped, ducking down again to look at the boots more closely. “Wow, you’re really talented.” She said enthusiastically, touching a painting of a floating eyeball with wings.
“You think so?”
“Yeah, they’re amazing.”
“I could do you some if you like.” Katya blurted out twisting the end of her braid around her fingers. For a moment Katya wished she could reach out and snatch the words from the air where they hung but then Trixie looked up at her. She had a bright and surprisingly hopeful smile on her face.
“Really?! Would you paint me different things on them?”
“Like Barbie and hearts and a sassy little cat who don’t take nobodies shit.” The Russian suggested, pretending she’d never drawn or designed anything for the girl. Smiling as though there wasn’t a book of sketches and silly designs surrounded by hearts hidden under her bed.
“Oh. My. God. You get me.” She laughed, getting Katya to turn her boot so she could see them better. Katya laughed as well, her stomach doing a little flip as Trixie’s fingers touched her exposed ankle.
“Trixie what’s taking you so-” A voice called, abruptly stopping as Brenda came around the bleachers. She took in the scene in front of her and wrinkled her nose. “I’d watch yourself in that position around her.” Trixie stood with a frown.
“What do you mean?”
“She’s a dyke. Everyone knows she’s got a wide on for you. Don’t get too close.” Katya’s blood ran cold as she watched this girl she barely knew lay out her heart and dissect it for Trixie to see. She swallowed, eyes darting around looking for an escape.
“Why would you say something like that?” Trixie asked, her voice sound indignant as she stared at the other girl.
“It’s true. She’s always staring at you. David saw her drawing you in her sketchbook in biology.” Brenda insisted, looking at Katya with barely veiled disgust. “She’s freaky Trix, you don’t want to spend time with the likes of her.” She added, flipping her hair.
“That’s horrible.”
“I know right?!” She snorted as a tear dripped from Katya’s eye. She wiped it away quickly. She should have known. God, she was so stupid. If she slipped away now they might not even notice. She took a slow step back, only to halted by a hand on her arm.
“No, you’re horrible! That was cruel.” Trixie clarified, looking at her friend as though she’d never even met her before.
“Trix she’s-” The cheerleader began, looked just as shocked by the situation as Katya was.
“Don’t talk to me. Go away.” The blonde snapped, waving a careless hand towards the other cheerleader.
“C’mon Trixie.”
“I swear to God if you talk to me again I will tell, and yes I mean that thing.” She threatened, staring the other girl down. Brenda took a step back, shaking her head in disbelief.
“You wouldn’t.”
“Try me.”
“You’re such a bitch.” Brenda snapped, turning on her heel and storming off.
“I’m sorry about her.” Trixie apologised, leading Katya to sit on the nearby bench below the bleachers. “What she did was shitty. Please don’t cry.” She said gently, rubbing Katya’s arm as black streaked down her pale face.
“I’m so embarrassed.” Katya confessed quietly, avoiding eye contact with the other girl as heat filled her cheeks.
“Here I know what’ll stop you crying. Knock knock.” Trixie said, clapping her hands cheerfully.
“Who’s there?”
“Little old lady.”
“Little old lady who?“
"I didn’t know you could yodel.” Trixie replied excitedly, holding her hands out in what appeared to be jazz hands. Katya frowned at her in confusion for about thirty seconds before she suddenly got the joke. Her shoulders sagged as she let out a sigh deep from within her soul. Trixie began to giggle.
“Oh my god that was supposed to stop me crying? It makes me want to weep even more.” Katya snorted, unable to fight the laugh as Trixie continued to giggle.
“It was pretty fucking stupid.” She conceded, nudging Katya’s shoulder. “But at least now we’re both embarrassed.” A small smile touched Katya’s lips at the affectionate gesture. She chanced a quick look at the other girl, accidentally catching her eye.
“I should really get back to practice.” The cheerleader said with a sigh turning to look through the benches behind them. The cheer squad seemed to be having quite an animated conversation, with several of the girls looking over in their direction. No prizes for guessing who they were talking about. Trixie turned back and stood but didn’t leave. “Um, is what they say about you true?”
“What specifically? People say a lot of things.” Katya snorted, looking up at the other girl.
“That you like girls.” Trixie clarified, raising her eyebrows. Katya sighed and pulled out her packet of cigarettes.
“Yeah, that’s true.” She nodded, trying to look as though she wasn’t on the cusp of a heart murmur caused by this line of questioning.
“What about the other thing?”
“I never ate a bat.” Katya groaned, letting her head fall back. She didn’t even know where that came from.
“No not that, although that is a relief.” Trixie laughed, twirling the end of her long ponytail around her finger. “I mean the thing about liking me.”
“I- um.” Katya stuttered, looking down at the ground to avoid looking at the other girl at all. She squeezed the lace of her dress where it was bunched up in her hand as she felt heat fill her cheeks. Her face was going to bright red, she stressed as her eyes shut tightly. Swallowing thickly, she nodded, preparing herself for heart break. She was already mentally counting the money in her pocket to figure out if she could afford the biggest tub of ice-cream they sold at the nearby convenience shop.
“Good.” Trixie said brightly.
“Good?” Katya asked, prying one eye open to look at the other girl. “Really?”
“Would you like to go out and get some coffee with me? Maybe we can talk more about these boots? Maybe you can come around mine after, we can design a little.”
“Design…” Katya repeated, somehow not managing to fathom the words coming from the other girl’s mouth. This couldn’t be happening.
“Or at least that what I hear the kids calling it these days.” Trixie winked. Now this was too crazy.
“Wait, hang on either I’m having a really good dream or I slipped down a rabbit hole on the way to school.” Katya said, putting her hands on either side of her head in confusion. “You’re saying that not only are you a lesbian but you want to go out for coffee with me and design a custom pair of boots with me whilst potentially doing other more adult based activities?” She asked almost incredulously. This sort of thing didn’t happen. This was some night-time fantasy, Glee level shit. Things don’t just work out like this do they?
“No.” The cheerleader snorted, quickly continuing as she noticed something in Katya’s eyes begin to fade. “I’m saying I’m bisexual and I want you to go on a coffee date with me and maybe do the other more adult based activities, the boots are just something extra.”
“Right. Ok. Oh my god, um yes, I love you.” Katya rambled, disbelief clear on her face. Trixie blinked. The Russian’s blood ran cold when she realised what she said. “I mean I’d love to.” She corrected quickly, nudging the ground beneath her to see if she could find a spot soft enough to swallow her whole. Trixie blushed, smoothing a hand over her ponytail bashfully.
“Fabulous. We’re friends on Facebook yeah?”
“Yeah.” Katya replied, remembering the day Trixie sent her a friends request on Facebook and she’d danced through the house to Cyndi Lauper until her parents had come home and walked in on her. That had been embarrassing. They’d insisted to know why she was so happy. After she begrudgingly told them they became insufferable, asking her almost every day how Trixie was until one day Katya just cried at the dinner table. She knew they weren’t trying to rub it in, they only wanted her to be happy but it hurt to be reminded of it all the time.
Oh my God, she would have to tell her parents when she got home that she was going on a date with her. They were going to flip.
“Great, I’ll message you later.” The cheerleader said with a nod. The way she said it, it sounded like a promise.
“Ok.”
“Cool, bye.” She smiled, waggling her fingers as she turned to leave. The girl looked behind her once again, shooting Katya a surprisingly shy smile before stepping out into the sun.
“Bye.” Katya waved, watching the girl bouncing out of sight as she joined the other cheerleaders. “I love you.” She breathed, blinking rapidly as she tried to fathom what on Earth had just happened. She lit another cigarette as she slouched back on the bench and tried to organise her thoughts.
Trixie Mattel, love of her life, her everything that didn’t even know she existed, just asked her on a date. This couldn’t be happening. She pinched her arm. Ouch! That definitely felt real. A small caterpillar caught her eye as it crawled along the bench she was sat on. She looked around her before leaning in to the creature.
“Who are you?” She whispered, this was her final reality check. If she really was down a rabbit hole this caterpillar was about to pull out a hookah pipe and be quite rude to her. Nothing. “Listen mate, if this is an acid trip do something weird if not just keep crawling.” The caterpillar just kept crawling. It came to sudden stop when Katya let out a whoop and clapped her hand.
“What’s got you so happy and why were you talking to a caterpillar?” Ginger asked as she walked over to her friend. The girl was a year older than her and already had a lit cigarette between her fingers.
“This is real. She is real and we are real.”
And that’s how the local Russian Goth got the local Barbie cheerleader.
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Dina's Fun Aunt (Trixya) - Ellen Thwoorp
Fun Aunt AU
Summary: Trixie is a closeted school teacher who has literally no love life for fear of losing her job. All that changes when she meets the crazy Russian Aunt of one of her favourite students.
Nothing ever goes as planned.
A/N: So here we are at the end of things (or is it???). I hope you all like this last chapter. Its 10k of fluff, angst and happy endings (and a surprising amount of tears both happy and sad). Enjoy!
Ch5/5
Chapter 5
“Is that her?” Trixie asked, wedging herself between Bob and Dan to look out of the glass in the classroom door. Out in the corridor stood a tall dark haired woman with long fingernails that clacked against her clipboard.
“Yeah. The member of the board, Michelle Visage.” Bob breathed, nerves bleeding into his voice as he put a hand on Trixie’s shoulder. The woman in question looked up suddenly as Headmaster Charles descended the stairs towards her.
“Her and Ru are old friends I’ve heard, known each other for years.” Bob added as Headmaster Charles held his arms out to the woman and pulled her into a hug.
“Surely that means this is a doddle. She wouldn’t give any kind of bad assessment for her friend.” Dan asked hopefully.
“She got somebody fired last year, neither of you were here but it was terrifying.” Bob informed them, watching Charles and the woman as they walked away down the corridor.
“We’ll all be fine.” Trixie said firmly, smoothing her dress as she straightened. “We are good teachers and we care about our jobs, we’ll be fine.” She looked down at the charm bracelet Katya had made for her, hoping that it would be as effective for her as Katya seemed to believe it would be. The silver chain was decorated with more pink Barbie accessories than Trixie had ever seen. It alternated between accessories and shoes of all different kinds. A small plastic hair brush lay next to a pink high heel. A pink cell phone clacked softly against a platform sandal. She sighed as she headed over to one of the staff room tables. Katya had told her it would bring her luck and that all she would need to do it look at it to know Katya was sending her good thoughts. The adorable loser.
“Not so sure about Miss Crawford though.” Dan added, following Trixie to the staff room table.
“Well, maybe not all of us.” Trixie said wryly, shooting a look across the room at the thin nosed woman.
…………….
“Very interesting lesson.” Mrs Visage said, stepping up to the desk as the students practically ran out of the room at the end of the day. Trixie waved as the last few students shouted goodbye to her.
“I’m glad you think so.” Trixie smiled, realising she’d begun lining up her pens and quickly putting her hands behind her back. “They seemed to enjoy it.”
“Only one thing I don’t get.” The other woman mused, making another note. It was very disconcerting the way she did that. She held her board secretively, eyes flicking up to the other woman as she wrote what Trixie hoped were the words ‘Trixie is great, fire under no circumstances’.
“Yes?” Trixie asked, schooling her features so they didn’t betray her feelings.
“You.” Visage answered simply, letting her clipboard fall to her side.
“I’m sorry.” The teacher blinked, her fingers twisting behind her back. She gripped a charm from Katya had given her so hard it would definitely leave an imprint of a heel on her hand.
“I don’t get you.” She clarified, with an almost challenging quirk of her eye brow. “I also think you’re wearing too much make up for the day time let alone the workplace.”
……………
“She really said that?!” Katya cried, sat one her sofa with her legs tucked at odd angles. Trixie continued to pace, chewing her nail in an agitated manner.
“Yeah.”
“But she’s there to judge your performance not you appearance.” Katya frowned, anger flaring in her eyes.
“That’s what I said!” Trixie cried, pointing at Katya with triumph that someone agreed with her. She could hardly believe this was happening. She paused her pacing to pull her shoes off, wobbling slightly as she tried to balance. She had left as soon a Visage was done with her, she’d ended up walking the whole way to Katya’s door as though it hadn’t occurred to her she had a car. At first seeing her, Katya had smiled but the smile quickly faded when she saw the agitation on her girlfriend’s face.
“And what did she say?” Katya prompted as Trixie began to pace again.
“That how I present myself matters and that includes my makeup and my hair and my clothes.”
“Your hair?”
“Too big.”
“Your clothes.”
“Too pink.”
“This is an actual nightmare.” Trixie said, her breath heavy as she continued to pace. “She hated me. She’s going to tell Headmaster Charles and he’s going to fire me.” She continued her voice getting higher and higher as she spoke.
“Trixie maybe you should sit down.” Katya tried to interject but Trixie just kept talking, ignoring the other woman.
“Then I’ll have no job and no money and I’ll lose my apartment. My parents will call and remind me how successful Beth is and I’ll- I’ll oh god.” She stopped suddenly, doubling over slightly as Katya shot up from her seat. “I- I can’t-” She gasped as Katya took her arms and guided her to sit. “Katya- I- can’t- breathe.” She said between heaving breaths, missing the seat and sliding clumsily down to the floor in front of the sofa.
“Trixie.” Katya said firmly, moving the other woman’s face so that she was looking at her. “You’re having a panic attack.” She informed her quickly as tears began to spill down Trixie’s cheeks. Trixie looked at her with wide frightened eyes.
“I’m going to need you to breathe while I count ok?” She asked, her tone more gentle now that she had Trixie’s attention. She took Trixie’s trembling hands as she began to count. “In, one, two. Out, one, two. Good again.” She said reassuringly breathing along with her to help her follow.
Trixie followed her guidance, her breathing beginning to slow to a more normal rate. Her hands shook a little as she wiped her wet cheeks clumsily. She’d never experienced anything like this before. It suddenly dawned on her why Katya knew exactly what to do in the situation. Her heart felt heavy as she looked at the other woman’s concerned face.
“Would you like some water?” She asked gently, squeezing Trixie’s hand. She nodded, swallowing thickly. Her mouth felt papery and dry.
Katya was back before she knew it holding out a glass to her. Trixie took it with shaking hands before taking a sip. Katya slid down next to her.
Katya took her wrist gently, looking at the clock on the wall as she counted her pulse. “Your pulse is still kinda high. It might be a good idea to take you to hospital if it doesn’t slow in the next few minutes.” Trixie put down her water and burst into tears again.
“Come here.” Katya said gently, pulling something from beside her as she shifted to lean across Trixie’s legs. “My mother used to do this for me when I cried when I was little.” She pulled a makeup wipe from the packet and wrapped it around her finger slightly. With a delicate hand she began to wipe away the make up under Trixie’s eyes. Trixie watched her, the concentration on her face.
“She used to clean your make up when you were little?” Trixie asked with a frown as she saw the black smudges on the wipe.
“No.” Katya chuckled. “She used to wash my face. I don’t know why but it stops you crying.”
“That can’t work.”
“Tell your eyes that.” Katya smiled, putting the wipe down on the floor and moving to sit back down next to her. Trixie blinked, suddenly realising that she had in fact stopped crying.
“I’m sorry about what happened.” Katya said softly, wrapping her arms around Trixie. “If I could I’d march right into that school and give that woman a piece of my mind.” Trixie smiled, briefly imagining it, entertaining a world where that wouldn’t put them in a worse situation. Katya in her mad clothes marching into the school, most likely with her most hideous ‘dead thing made into a hat’ hat on her head. ‘For backup’ she’d say.
“I think you looked really beautiful today.” Katya murmured, kissing the side of Trixie’s head affectionately.
“I thought so too.”
“Then don’t let her take that away from you.”
“You’re amazing.”
“Tell me something myself and Cheryl don’t already know.” Katya snorted, flicking her hair for her shoulder with a wink. Trixie giggled. “Want to watch a whole load of murder she wrote, have ice cream for dinner and sleep over?”
“I repeat. You’re amazing.”
“I know.” Katya said, holding her hands out to pull Trixie up. She took the other woman’s hands, letting out a sound of surprise as Katya suddenly pulled her in close to kiss her. She had no idea how Katya had done it but she found herself happy again.
……………..
“You are so bad.” Trixie giggled, rolling on top of Katya who was currently hoarding all of the bed sheet while trying to get her hands into Trixie’s oversized pyjama top.
“I’m bad to the bone.” Katya sang, wiggling her eyebrows as she settled her hands on Trixie’s hips.
“Bad to the boner.” The both said in unison, falling into peals of laughter at their terrible jokes.
“Either we’ve both got a terrible sense of humour or we’re comedy gold and we should be selling this shit.” Trixie mused, resting her chin on her hands where they rested across Katya’s chest.
“Can we be both?”
“I don’t know, I’m not the joke police.” The teacher said, with a shrug of her shoulder.
“Are you sure? Maybe we could get hand cuffs?” Katya winked, giggling at the roll of her girlfriend’s eyes.
“Are you ever not thinking about sex?”
“It’s not my fault, my girlfriend is a babe.” Katya whined, smacking Trixie’s bum playfully.
“You’re a silly goose.” Trixie snorted, leaning down to kiss the other woman. Katya responded immediately, tightening her arms around her.
“Surprise Auntie Katya!”
Trixie let out a yelp and found herself scrambling around to see an all too familiar face. She gasped, suddenly tumbling back off the bed. Katya tried to catch her but it was no good, she came crashing down onto the ugly Ikea rug with a thud.
“Miss Mattel! You are a lebenan.” Dina cried, pulling at her mother’s hand.
“I want to speak to you outside, Katya.” Katya’s sister said tersely as Dina’s father dragged the child out of the room quickly. Katya’s sister was quite tall in comparison to her sister and yet that seemed to be one of the only physical differences between them. Her hair was pulled in a tight bun and her make-up was all natural tones. She honestly looked like Katya if you took out everything that made Katya well…Katya. If you took away the bizarre taste in clothes and the cigarettes and the manic laughter you’d have this woman here.
“It’s my house, Svetlana.” Katya grumbled, helping Trixie to her feet.
“Za predelami Yeketrina. (Outside, Yeketrina.)” Svetlana reiterated more forcefully before turning on her heel and leaving the room. Katya sighed, rubbing her eyes with the palms of her hands.
“Are you alright, kotyonok (kitten)?” Katya asked, checking Trixie arms for marks or bruises.
“Y-yeah I’m ok.” She brushed off as Katya nodded and went over to her drawers. “Katya what’s happening?“
"My sister is about to lecture me on my life for what seems the millionth time, you’re going to get dressed as usual and um I don’t really have a plan from then on, maybe pancakes?”
“Katya.” Trixie sighed, as she went to pick up her skirt from the floor. “You’d tell me if something was wrong right.”
“Everything’s fine, my sister she doesn’t like it when I see… well… people like you.”
“People like me?”
“Closet dwellers.”
“Oh.” Trixie swallowed, schooling her features to not show the hurt that comment caused.
“I’m sorry.” Katya said quickly, not even having to look up from buttoning her shirt to know she said the wrong thing. She looked up with a tired expression that Trixie had never seen before. “It’s not your fault at all, there was just, there was someone before and it ended very badly and she thinks she’s helping by being overly protective.” Letting out another weary sigh, she came to stand in front of Trixie, resting her hands on her shoulders. Trixie looked up at her with a searching expression.
“It’s really not a conversation for now. Look, I have to go.” Katya sighed, biting her lip. Her eyes flicked to Trixie’s worried face and her features immediately changed to a cheery smile. She leant forwards and took Trixie’s chin in her fingers. “You keep trying to improve on perfection. I don’t know how you do it but you always do.” Trixie gave her a small smile before kissing her. Before either of them wanted to they were pulling back, both knowing avoidance would only hurt in the long run.
Katya straightened, rolling her shoulders back as she headed out the room. She turned and blew Trixie one last kiss before she shut the door behind her.
Katya wasn’t gone five minutes before the shouting began. When it first started it made Trixie jump. She’d been sat there aimlessly brushing her hair as she stressed over what was happening on the other side of the wall.
Trixie tried to drown out the shouting as quickly pulled her hair up into a ponytail. Her hands shook a little. The situation was bad enough but the shouting made it so much worse. She braced her hands on Katya’s desk and closed her eyes. There had been so much shouting in her household growing up. Her parents yelling at each other had always frightened her, she would hide in her room and play with her dolls, role playing the life she imagined happy families lived.
When she came out at fifteen her parents for the first time stopped shouting at each other, and instead they began shouting at her. Funnily enough their resentment towards her not only brought them closer to each other but closer to her sister.
At this moment in time she felt like a little girl again, wishing to flee the house, to escape the noise. But she was too afraid to run into the middle of the altercation.
She took a steadying breath and looking up at herself in the mirror. Tears had begun to streak her cheeks, and she thanked the lord herself that she hadn’t been wearing make-up. She caught sight of something in the reflection and turned her face away quickly, wiping her eyes.
“Are you alright Miss Mattel?"
"Yes Dina, of course I’m ok.” She replied quickly, wiping her cheek with the back of her hand again.
“Why are you crying?”
“Are you alright?” Trixie deflected, hoping Dina wouldn’t notice the shift in conversation.
“Yeah. Daddy says mama and Auntie Katya only shout at each other because they love each other.” Dina shrugged, sitting down on the bed with a mildly uncomfortable look on her face.
“Where’s your daddy, sweet?” Trixie asked, wondering why on Earth Dina’s father had not taken her home yet or at least properly away from the kind of atmosphere. The walls weren’t enough to protect her or Trixie.
“He’s trying to help but he can’t speak Russian very well."
"Do they normally talk in Russian?” Trixie asked, hoping to change the topic of conversation.
“Not always, they’re speaking in Russian now so you don’t know what they’re saying.” Dina shrugged. So much for a subject change, Trixie thought as she sat next to the girl.
“I know.” She sighed.
“Do you love my Auntie?” Dina asked, looking up at her with big eyes.
“I- it’s hard to explain, Dina.”
“Because she’s in love with you.” She insisted. “I heard her say so to mama.”
“That’s not your place to tell me that, Dina.”
“SHE IS NOT LIKE OKSANA!” Katya bellowed.
Dina’s father appeared at the door, smiling awkwardly at Trixie as he entered the room. “I’m gonna take Dina home, would you like a lift back to your’s Miss Mattel?” He asked kindly, looking at her with soft eyes. She nodded, turning and checking her slightly red eyes in the mirror. Shit, she was an open book. Everyone would know she’d been crying.
They headed out of the room, Trixie’s hand on Dina’s back, guiding her along. The sisters were back to shouting in Russian, as they walked in. Trixie kind of hoped they wouldn’t be noticed and that she could send a quick goodbye text once she was in the car. She made it half way to the door before the flow of Russian was intercepted by a soft “Trixie.”
Trixie turned, wearing the most confident smile she could muster. Katya had made her way across the room and was stood right in front of her.
“What’s wrong?”
“I’m sorry, it’s me. It’s stupid.”
“Tracy.” Katya sighed, hands stroking her tear stained cheeks. “It’s never stupid if it hurts you.”
“It- it all reminds me of when I was younger- I. It’s not a story for now. We’ll talk tomorrow yeah?”
“Ok, hey guess what.”
“What?”
“I love you.” Katya grinned, eyes lighting up as she elicited a smile from the sad woman in her arms. Trixie let out a small chuckle, looking down at her girlfriend.
“I love you too.” She said quickly, pressing a quick kiss to Katya’s lips then turning on her heel and fleeing the flat. Her cheeks burned as she got into the car with Peter and Dina. She found herself surprised how good and true it had felt saying it. And though she would rather it not have been in front of an audience, she couldn’t bring herself to regret it.
………..
From: Katie Humpkins
Hey, I’m sorry about earlier. (Also this is a very serious message but I also remember changing my name in your phone which may make this message seem less serious.)
From: Tobey Maguire
Hey, that’s simultaneously the best and the worst one you’ve ever come up with. Its ok, things happen.
From: Katie Humpkins
My sister is over baring. She won’t let me make my own mistakes.
From: Katie Humpkins
Not that you are in any way a mistake.
From: Tobey Maguire
I know. I think she’s just protective of you and Cheryl.
From: Katie Humpkins
Did you just acknowledge Cheryl as the third member of our little family?
From: Tobey Maguire
She’s lucky to have us as moms.
From: Katie Humpkins
I feel so loved.
From: Tobey Maguire
You should. You are. X
From: Katie Humpkins
You want to come over later?
From: Tobey Maguire
Yeah, shall I drop by after school? About 4ish?
From: Katie Humpkins
Perfect. Love you.
From: Tobey Maguire
I love you too. Xxx
………
“Well if it isn’t Barbara Millicent herself.” Katya laughed, pulling Trixie into a hug. The other woman wrapped her arms around her tightly, squeezing her as she pressed a kiss to Katya’s hair.
“I’m starting to think maybe you really actually don’t know my real name." Trixie moaned, pretending she didn’t find the names funny every time Katya came out with a new one.
"Of course I do, Terry.”
“You’re terrible.” Trixie snorted, pushing the other woman playfully.
“Come on, sit down with me we’ll get the difficult stuff out of the way then we can make out.” Katya said, her smile seeming forced. Her eyes showed nerves that Trixie had never seen before. Whatever Katya had to tell her she was scared. Trixie came to sit down next to Katya, neither of them quite touching despite being sat so closely together.
“Back in Russia there was this girl, Oksana.” Katya began, not looking Trixie in the eye. “Our families were friends, we grew up together.” She smiled bitterly. “It didn’t take me long to realise I was gay and I’d fallen in love with her.”
“One time when we were older, about seventeen she took my pen from me and we were play fighting. Next thing we were kissing and- well for the next three years we had this secret thing going on.” She continued, fiddling with the sequins on the embroidered blanket she was sat on.
“My god I was besotted with her.” She sighed with a small humourless laugh. “Then her family introduced her to a friend’s son. I was so jealous. They started dating.” She swallowed thickly. “She kept telling me it was just for show and that she loved me and not him.” Katya paused, taking a steady breath. Trixie reached forward and took her hand tightly in her own. A near minute smile briefly touched Katya’s lips at the contact.
“Then one time my family walked in on us kissing.” She said softly. “She lied and told them that if forced myself on her and that she would never kiss a girl. She was straight and loved Viktor.” Creases of betrayed anger formed on Katya’s forehead as she thought back to that moment. “They believed her. I have never seen my parents so disappointed in me.” She turned, looking at Trixie for the first time since they’d started the conversation.
“I tried to tell Svetlana but she didn’t believe me either.” She continued, eyes looking at Trixie searchingly. “It was around the time of Oksana’s wedding that the drugs started. You have to understand Trixie, I was in a lot of pain. I felt like my family didn’t love me anymore, the woman I loved betrayed me and I felt trapped in this pain. So I wanted to escape." Katya closed her other hand around their joined ones and held them tightly, as though afraid Trixie would let go.
"I became an addict, it started with things like xanex, then I progressed to the harder stuff.” Her voice was quiet now, as though hoping they might not be heard in the quiet room. “I moved out of my family home, I saw them every so often but was good at hiding it. I’d steal from my friends and family to pay for my addiction.” Trixie squeezed her hands, letting the Russian get everything out of her system. “One day my sister came over unexpectedly and I was high. She looked after me until I was sobered up and I just fell apart. I told her everything, but she believed me this time. I’d never seen my sister cry before.”
“Is that why you were fighting yesterday?” Trixie asked.
“She’s worried you’ll break my heart in the face of coming out and I’ll relapse.”
“Oh Katya.” Trixie sighed, bringing a hand to stroke her face and hair. She couldn’t quite believe what she was hearing. The idea of Katya being anything other than the slightly mad bubbly ball of energy and happiness was bizarre to her.
“But you have to understand I’m fine now. Some days are difficult. But I’m so much better now. Art helps me, you help me.” Katya said imploringly, seemingly misjudging the frown on Trixie’s face to be one of worry or judgement.
“I’m very proud of you.” Trixie leant forward, tipping Katya’s head so that she could kiss her forehead gently. Katya looked up at her as she pulled away, her eyes widened slightly in surprise.
“Really?”
“Yeah.” The teacher smiled, rubbing a thumb over Katya’s cheekbone. The other woman let out a heavy breath as though she’d been holding it the whole time. She smiled back, squeezing the hand that was still clasped in hers.
“What, um, what was your thing?” Katya asked after a few minutes of simply gazing at each other and smiling soppily.
“It doesn’t matter.” Trixie shrugged, shaking her head. In comparison to Katya’s past troubles her felt not less important, but less significant. Her situation was nowhere near as bad as that. Katya would just think she was complaining, overreacting, seeking attention.
“No, it does.” The Russian insisted. “This sharing is good Trixie. It not only helps us as individuals, it helps us.” Trixie smiled at Katya’s use of the word ‘us’, like at some point they’d become a unified body without realising.
“My parents, they weren’t and aren’t supportive of… my lifestyle, as you know. It was worse when I first came out, I was fifteen. There was a lot of shouting that didn’t really seem to end until I left at eighteen.” Trixie supplied, shrugging again. She tried to brush it off, just as she always did.
“Did they ever hurt you?” Katya asked, concern swimming in her bright eyes.
“Not physically. But, let’s just say I can relate to how you felt when you felt they didn’t love you anymore.” Trixie replied, rubbing a thumb over her girlfriend’s knuckles.
“Do you still talk to them?”
“Rarely. They don’t want to talk to me and I don’t really want to talk to them. I sometimes see them on the holidays. But I mostly only go to see my sister, she doesn’t mind my sexuality but she lives quite far away so I don’t see her often.” Trixie looked away sadly. She missed her sister. “We were never really that close anyway. They never hid that she was their favourite.” Katya squeezed her hand. “Do you speak to your family, other than your sister I mean?”
“Not in seven years.” Katya sighed, coming to rest her head on Trixie’s shoulder. They sat in silence for a few, Trixie fingers carding through Katya hair. It was odd, Trixie didn’t particularly like talking about her family and yet she somehow felt better for it. She realised that sharing the bad with Katya was just as important as sharing the good with her.
“Is it inappropriate to bring up that making out you mentioned earlier?” Trixie mumbled, kissing the top of her girlfriend’s head. Katya turned to look up at her with a smile.
“I don’t think so.” She grinned, leaning forward to catch the other woman’s lips. Trixie chuckled into the kiss, her fingers tangled in Katya’s hair as she held the back of her head. She slid them down, pushing Katya back against the sofa gently. Katya smirked at her as they broke the kiss so that Trixie could crawl on top of her. Trixie grinned back, leaning down to kiss her tenderly.
Suddenly Russian pop began blaring out from the coffee table. Katya sighed, reaching over to pick up her phone. “Sorry.” Katya mouthed at her as she answered the phone.
“Hello?” She sighed, letting her hand rest loosely on the back of Trixie’s neck. “Hi Ginge, yeah um now’s not a good time I-“ Trixie bit her lip as wicked idea came to her mind. She leant forward attaching her lips to Katya’s neck in soft kissed.
“No I haven’t seen the email. No class tomorrow ok.” Katya continued, sighing once again but this time for a very different reason. Trixie ran a finger over the buttons on the front of Katya’s dress.
“Yeah, that’s nice but now really isn’t a-“ Katya tried to say firmly, stopping suddenly and frowning in mild annoyance. “It’s none of your business why it’s not a good time.” She continued, as Trixie pressed kisses to her chin and her cheek as she began to undo buttons.
“My breaths not heavy, what are talking about?” Katya exclaimed in forced outrage. Trixie pulled away looking at her cheekily. Katya glowered at her but made no move to stop her. “What am I doing? I’m um…” She floundered, looking around desperately for a good lie. “I’m training to join the Chicago Cubs.”
Trixie muffed her snort with her hand, shoulders shaking as she laughed quietly at Katya. Katya gave her a helpless look as Ginger’s laugh echoed out from the speaker. “Ok, I will.” Katya huffed, ending the call.
“Ginger says hello.”
“Cracked your code did she, Mr Bond?” Trixie teased.
“Shut all the way up.” Katya grumbled, folding her arms across her chest in a mock petulant manner. Trixie smiled down at her, saying nothing.
“What?” Katya asked, squirming a little under Trixie’s gaze.
“Nothing. It’s just…” She sighed, running a thumb of Katya prominent cheekbone. “I love you.”
“I love you too."
……………..
From: Trixie <3
Hey babe, the other night was great fun. Want to come over again tonight? I have a new toy for us to play with. X
……………….
From: Wifey
Hey, Trixie I have to tell you something and I want to preface it by pointing out that one day it’ll be a funny story.
From: Trixie <3
What?
From: Wifey
So, I lost my phone the other night, I thought I’d left it at my sisters when I’d been over that night. She looked for it this morning and couldn’t find it. Turns out Dina still had it in her jacket pocket from when we were using it to play Market Woman of the Serengeti, and she accidentally took it to school. Peter picked her up and suddenly she crying asking if I like you more than her because we played together and you bought us toys. When he asked for the phone she couldn’t find it, he went back into the school and found it, so everything is resolved and it’s fine but Dina is now jealous because we have toys and we’ve decided not to explain the nature of our 'play dates’.
From: Trixie <3
That’s a lot to process at once. So your phone was left unattended in my work place for how long?
From: Wifey
It can’t have been long, she said she had it before he came to get her. He found it in the corridor by the benches, it must have fell out of her pocket.
From: Trixie <3
I can’t believe you.
From: Wifey
Maybe we should talk about this in person, you still want me to come over tonight?
From: Trixie <3
No. I don’t.
From: Wifey
Oh.
From: Trixie
Yes oh. I can’t believe you’d be so careless Katya. You know how important my job is to me. Especially with Visage snooping around.
From: Wifey
It was an accident! Nothing happened, it’s all fine now.
From: Trixie
How do you know that? Do you know just how long it would take someone to figure us out just by looking in your phone? The pictures they would see!!
From: Wifey
Peter said nobody was there and that the text hadn’t been opened. He found it on the floor Tracy, calm down Jesus.
From: Trixie
Calm down?! How dare you?! It’s no big deal to you, but it is for me. I could lose my job. You nearly cost me my job, my reputation and my privacy. Everyone could have found out what we’re up to and yet that doesn’t seem to matter to you.
From: Wifey
Of course it fucking matters. And you talk about it like we’re doing something wrong. Maybe take a second way from blaming me and use it to check your internalised homophobia.
From: Trixie <3
I’m not ashamed of who I am. I can’t believe you’re saying this. And haven’t even apologised once! Why can’t you take responsibility for your actions?
From: Wifey
Don’t lecture me, you’re not my teacher and you’re not my mother. And also maybe don’t send me smutty messages in the middle of the day then. If you could calm down the whorish behaviour maybe we wouldn’t be in this situation.
From: Wifey
Trixie, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that. I didn’t mean it.
From: Trixie <3
Don’t text me again. I won’t reply, I’m obviously too busy with my fingers up my pussy to understand the situation. Fuck you Katya.
From: Wifey
Trixie. Please don’t.
Trixie turned off her phone, fighting the urge to throw it across the room. Instead she picked up one of the cushions on her bed and threw it as hard as she could as tears began to track her cheeks.
……………
Trixie turned her phone on the next day, changing Katya’s name in her phone bitterly. She had several texts from her but she didn’t open them. She put her phone on do not disturb and laid in bed the whole day, her stomach coiling in pain as she brewed over the fight.
………….
She spent the rest of the weekend like that, even calling in sick on the Monday because she couldn’t bring herself to face anybody.
At twelve o clock on Monday Trixie looked at her phone for the third time in the past minute. It was sat there, an ominous and yet tempting presence in the room. She picked it up. Eleven missed calls from Katya and one from a landline. She bit her lip, cursing herself as she caved and opened Katya’s messages.
From: Miss Zamolodchikova
Trixie I’m sorry about what I said, please answer the phone. I love you.
From: Miss Zamolodchikova
God dammit Tracy don’t just shut me out! This won’t solve anything!
From: Miss Zamolodchikova
I’m sorry for the tone of the text I sent yesterday, I’m not coping well. I love you and I’m sorry.
From: Miss Zamolodchikova
Please answer the phone Tracy, I just want to talk to you. I miss your voice.
From: Miss Zamolodchikova
Ok, I know you’re ignoring me but I can hope you’ll eventually read my messages so I’m just going to talk. I’m sorry Tracy. I know it sounds way less heartfelt through text but you won’t answer my calls.
From: Miss Zamolodchikova
I’m sorry that wasn’t meant to sound accusatory. Look I’m sorry for calling you a whore, it was not only wrong of me but it’s completely untrue. And I know I’ve been responsible for much worse messages. I got frustrated and guilty and I lashed out.
From: Miss Zamolodchikova
I’ll admit that sometimes I forget your situation. It makes me careless and I know that doesn’t excuse it but it’s the truth. I think I lulled myself into a false sense of security.
From: Miss Zamolodchikova
I’m madly in love with you Trixie and the truth is I would climb Mount Everest with my hands tied and my hair on fire if it would make you happy. Being apart from you like this really hurts me but what hurts more is knowing that I hurt you. I never want to be the reason for your tears Trixie, and I can’t promise I never will be again although I wish I could.
From: Miss Zamolodchikova
I’ve come to stay with my sister since our fight. I’m not saying I’m at risk but I didn’t want to be on my own. I miss you so so much I think my heart is bleeding into my stomach. I love you Trixie and I hope you can forgive me or in time at least speak to me again because I don’t know if I’ll ever stop loving you. And that’s all I can say on the matter right now.
Trixie swallowed, wiping at the fat tears the rolled down her cheeks. She let out a small hiccup and tried to think clearly about what they’d been fighting about in the first place. Katya didn’t take the secrecy of their relationship seriously enough and she could be a bit careless, well she’d acknowledged and apologised for that. Katya had called her whorish, well Trixie knew she didn’t mean that and she has apologised for that as well. Trixie swallowed, guilt washing over her as she realised that it was her fault they’d been not speaking for the whole long weekend. It was her pride and fear and anger at her own situation that had fuelled it and not Katya.
She stood quickly, running into her room to put on clothes that weren’t pyjamas for the first time in almost three days.
…………..
Trixie swallowed as Svetlana rapped on the spare bedroom door gently. "Katya.” She said softly, still regarding Trixie coldly.
“I told you I don’t feel like getting up today.” A voice moaned from the bed as Svetlana opened the door. “I just want to curl up here and die.” The lump in the bed grumbled, curling up into a tighter ball. The room was messy, the bed surrounded by tissues and half eaten junk food.
Svetlana sighed and looked at Trixie pointedly. “There’s someone here to see you.”
“Tell Ginger I told her to go away last time and I still mean it.”
“It’s not Ginger.”
“Then who-”
“Hey Kitty Cat.” Trixie said anxiously, beginning to doubt as whether the other woman wanted to see her after all. Katya shot up in the bed, turning to look at her with wide eyes.
“Trixie?” She gasped, running a hand over her eyes before staring at her again. Svetlana looked between them before leaving the room. The sound of the door shutting softly sounded more like it had been slammed in the quiet room.
“Hey.” Trixie said awkwardly. “Can I?” She asked, motioning to the corner of the bed. Katya nodded, quickly tidying the corner of the bed so it was clear enough for Trixie to sit. “How are you?”
“Do you really need to ask me that question, Trixie? Just look at me.” Katya said wryly, and she was right she did look awful. Her hair was a mess, and not the delicate mess she often styles it into, it was an actual bird’s nest. There were smudges of black makeup on odd parts of her face as though she had wiped her eyes and run her hands along her face. There was no trace of makeup around her eyes making Trixie wonder just how long the smudges had been on her face for. But the main thing was the way Katya held herself. Her shoulders were sagged, something defeated and sad behind her eyes.
“Well this fashion choice is better than your normal.” Trixie snorted, momentarily forgetting the situation they were in. “I’m sorry, that wasn’t- sorry.” She apologised quickly.
“It’s Svetlana’s.” She murmured, looking down at the loose long sleeve black tshirt she was wearing. It was probably the most ordinary thing Trixie had ever seen her wear. “I didn’t pack much to bring with me, it was pretty spur of the moment.”
“Are you alright? I don’t mean the way you look.” Trixie asked softly.
“Why?” Katya shrugged as though it didn’t really matter if she was ok.
“I worry.”
“That’s your problem.” Katya sighed, putting her hand over Trixie’s. “You worry too much.”
“Maybe you don’t worry enough.”
“Hard when you’ve got anxiety, Trixie.”
“Are we fighting right now?” Trixie asked, looking down at their hands with a soft expression. “Because I don’t think you’re supposed to hold hands while fighting.”
“You’re right. Let’s stop.” Katya said, looking at her with a slightly sad smile. Trixie floundered for a second unsure if she meant to stop the hand holding or fighting. Then Katya squeezed her hand tight and brought the back of it to her lips. She kissed it ever so gently and rested her cheek against it.
“I’m so sorry.” She rasped, shoulders beginning to shake. Trixie surged forward, pulling the other woman into her arms.
“God. I’m sorry too.” Trixie sighed, holding Katya tightly as she fought tears herself. “Please don’t cry Katya, I love you so much.” She begged, brushing the side Katya’s hair gently with her fingers, trying to avoid the knots.
“I love you more.” She replied, pressing her face into Trixie’s neck with a sigh. “Trixie- I’m sorry. I forget what it’s like. I forget how scary it is. I’m sorry.”
“How scary what is?”
“Coming out. Being afraid all the time that someone will notice something. Being constantly unsure how people will respond to it when they find out. Your friends. Your family. Your employers.” Katya said as she pulled away to look at the other woman. “I always try to be so free that I forget sometimes we’re still in chains.”
“That was very poetic.” Trixie mused, raising her eyebrows in surprise.
“I know. All my own work.” Katya said with a small smile.
“It’s not just you though. I was stressed about Visage, I’ve been so worried that I got angrier with you than I should have. I shouldn’t have ignored you.” Trixie confessed, looking away guiltily.
“You’re forgiven. But please Trixie, if you love me.” Katya said moving Trixie’s chin so that she was looking her in the eye. “Please never shut me out like that again. If the situation changes, we fight or we heaven forbid break up please talk to me.” She said imploringly, eyes filling with unshed tears again. “I can’t deal with you just being gone. I- I’ll always need a chance to talk to you, a chance to say goodbye.” She croaked, voice cracking at the end.
“I’m so sorry Katya. Please don’t cry, you’re so beautiful.” Trixie begged, kissing Katya’s cheeks as tears slid down them. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” Katya replied with a small smile. She leant forward, catching Trixie’s lips with her own in a soft kiss. Trixie sighed and pulled her close, so thankful she was able to do this again and this fight hadn’t ended them. Katya sucked her bottom lips gently, heating up their kiss.
“You know what they say about make up sex.” Trixie whispered against her lips, squeezing Katya’s waist gently.
“Is that when you put lipstick up your-” Katya began, she always got this manic glint her eye when she was about to make an awful joke.
“I swear to god if you finish that joke, no make up sex for you.” Trixie said, firmly cutting off the joke before it was too late.
“Get it because lipstick is make-up and-“ Katya began to explain, letting out a laugh as Trixie tickled her to get her to stop.
“Yeah, I got it.” Trixie rolled her eyes. Katya kept snickering as Trixie looked at her, trying to seem unimpressed but unable to keep the smile from her face.
“Did you drive here?” Katya asked after a moment.
“Yeah why?”
“It’s just people are here and fantastic make up sex might get a bit vocal.”
“We’ll go back to mine.” Trixie suggested.
“Oh I’m a bit gross though.” Katya confessed, pulling at her clothes to sniff them.
“Then we’ll kill two first times with one stone.” Trixie grinned, standing from the bed surprising herself by the energy of the moment. Katya frowned, tilting her head to the side much like a confused puppy. “How do you feel about shower make up sex?” At the very mention of the combination of 'shower’, 'make up’ and 'sex’ Katya’s eyes lit up. She jumped up off the bed, quickly kissing Trixie before running to pull socks and shoes on. Trixie couldn’t help but laugh caught up in the almost manic joy of the fight and the hurt being over.
……………
“I brought your clothes back.” Katya said when she saw her sister, shutting the door to her sister’s house behind her.
“Auntie Katya!” Dina cried, running clad in her Power Rangers pyjamas. Katya grinned, kneeling down to hug the girl.
“I was just putting her to bed.” Svetlana informed her, twisting the wedding ring on her finger.
“I’ll do it.” Katya offered, scooping the girl up and chucking her over her shoulder at the nod from her mother. Dina squealed and laughed as Katya marched into her room.
Half an hour later, with Dina put to bed, Katya entered the living room to find it empty. Noticing a light on, she went into the dining room, planning on saying goodbye to her sister before heading home to bed. She was exhausted. She’d spent the night at Trixie’s which had been glorious but also meant being woken up early by her getting ready for work. A small smile twitched her lips as she remembered Trixie kissing her goodbye that morning as she still lay naked in her bed. She’d then spent the afternoon with Ginger and Kennedy who wanted a full update on their relationship complete with a PowerPoint presentation and pie charts.
“You left in hurry yesterday.” Svetlana said from her seat at the dining table, her hands wrapped around her mug of tea.
“Yeah. We um, we made up.” Katya said with a smile, coming to stand awkwardly at the other side of the table, her hands rested on the back of the chair.
“What happened to your arm?” She asked, pointing at a large bruise near Katya’s elbow. The bruise was long and thin and becoming quite dark.
“I slipped in the shower.” Katya replied, trying to keep the smirk off her face as to the circumstances of the injury. Shower sex had turned out to be a bit more dangerous than she’d expected when she’d slipped. Luckily Trixie had caught her before she actually fell. She’d still managed to knock her arm on the shower knobs though. “Its fine it doesn’t hurt.” She added.
“And you’re happy? She makes you happy?” Her sister said suddenly. Katya blinked at the sudden change in conversation.
“Of course.” Katya replied, frowning at the question. Of course Trixie made her happy.
“Well, which? Only she didn’t seem to make you very happy less than twenty-four hours ago.” Svetlana pointed out, running a hand over her sleek ponytail.
“We just had a fight that’s all, it’s normal for couples to fight.” Katya said, trying not to sound as defensive as she suddenly felt.
“She got angry at you because she was afraid people would find out you’re seeing each other.” Svetlana pointed out. “Has she decided to come out?”
“It’s not that easy. She’d risk her job, they’d happily and legally fire her for it. You know what it’s like.” Katya explained, running her hand over the carving on the top of the chairs.
“Oh Katya. Why do you keeping doing this to yourself?” Her sister sighed, rubbing her eyes in exasperation.
“Doing what?”
“You set yourself up for torment and failure by dating these women who hide who they are. If they’re not honest with the world, Katya, how can you trust them to be honest with you?”
“You say they like it’s been a lot. I’ve dated two girls still in the closet and even Trixie is only closeted in her workplace.” Katya argued, turning to shut the door behind her. She had a feeling this was about to turn into a fight and the last thing she wanted to do was wake Dina or Peter. “Trixie is not Oksana, it’s not the same thing at all.”
“And do you really believe that? With one hundred percent surety? Do you believe she’d make the sacrifice to be with you?” Svetlana questioned, looking up at her with stern eyes.
“I believe that she loves me. I believe it more than I ever have when others have said it to me.” Katya retorted, her good mood effectively ruined. “And as for choosing me, well. She shouldn’t have to and until we come to the situation she doesn’t have to.”
“You’re going to hurt yourself.”
“Stop talking to me like that. Like you know better. Like you know Trixie better. Like you know our relationship better.” Katya snapped. “I love her and she makes me happy, that should be enough for you.” She sighed, scratching the back of her head restlessly. “Telling me things like this doesn’t help me, it only pushes me away, Svetlana.”
“I’m not trying to push you away Katya, I just don’t want to see you hurt. I don’t want to see you like you were before. I don’t want to see you sobbing or shaking or screaming. I don’t want to have to watch you around sharp objects. I don’t want see that girl again.” Her sister said, her voices quietly furious as she fought the urge to shout.
“I am a different person now, Svetlana. Breaking up with Trixie won’t send me straight back to where I was back then. I’m stronger than that now.” Katya sighed. “I need you to trust me. Let me make some of my own mistakes.” She stepped around the table. “I know that, that things where hard after mother and father, I know you stopped being my sister and at some point you started being my mum. But, sis, I don’t need a mum anymore. I want my sister back.” She dropped a hand on over her sisters. “We used to be so close.”
“I just want you to be happy.” Svetlana confessed, looking at her with weary eyes. She turned her hand to hold her younger sister’s tightly.
“Then let me be my own person.” Katya said gently.
“I’m sorry.” She breathed, standing to pull her sister into a tight hug. “I don’t know if anyone will ever be good enough for you.” She whispered, rubbing Katya’s back comfortingly.
“She might be.” Katya whispered back, realising it had been a long time since she’d felt like her sister was really listening to her. She squeezed her again before he sister pulled away to look at her.
“You love her a lot then, this Trixie?” Svetlana asked.
“Yeah.”
“I don’t know if you’re anxious to get back home but I- I’d quit like to hear more about her. I only really know she’s a teacher.”
“No I’ve got time to talk. I don’t even know where to begin.”
“Start at the beginning, I’ll make more tea and I’ll get some biscuits.” Svetlana said quickly, heading into the kitchen. Katya smiled softly before following her sister.
……………
Trixie looked out at the hall full of parents and staff. She was sat beside Bob and Dan on the side of the stage with the rest of the teachers. Here they were, the verdict. Nobody appeared to be getting fired, or at least not that she knew of, but she wouldn’t put it past Visage to reveal someone should be fired at the assembly. Visage stood from her seat and headed to the podium to address everyone.
Trixie tried not to let her surprise show as Visage began to sing the schools praises, naming skilled teachers by name and congratulating Headmaster Charles on having such an excellent faculty.
“Now Headmaster Charles has given me the opportunity to choose the teacher of the year. While this is normally done at the end of the year, the headmaster has moved it so that I may do the honours.” Visage announced holding the certificate up to show. A small chatter burst out amongst the teachers. Bob put a hand on Trixie’s arm in surprise. Teacher of the Year, this wasn’t supposed to happen for another few months.
“When first given this task I found myself unable to choose between the many skilled and committed teachers at this school. However there is one teacher that stood out to me immediately.” She continued as the room quietened again.
“She is inventive in the classroom and treats each child in her class as an individual, moulding the work so that they may all learn and have fun together. She is not only incredibly strong willed but she is very kind.” Trixie swallowed glancing around the other teachers. So it was a woman then. “I have asked several other staff members about her and they all agree she is a force to be reckoned with.”
“The winner of this year’s teacher of the year award is Miss Tracy Mattel.” Visage cried, motioning to Trixie with a smile. Trixie looked up suddenly and blinked. Everyone was looking at her, clapping. Bob nudged her, a bright smile on his face. She swallowed, standing up on shaky feet, still not quite believing what was happening. Teacher of the Year. Visage chose her for teacher of the year?
“Well done.” Visage smiled, leaning close to her to keep the words private as she handed her the certificate. Trixie took it with fumbling hands, accepting the hug from the woman who she had been sure hated her. Trixie turned, looking out to the parents to see Katya clapping excitedly. She couldn’t help but beam, trying not to get teary.
“She can’t be teacher of the year! She is a disgrace.” A shout came from the crowd as a woman stood from her seat. Mrs Sanderson, she might have known that cow would ruin something like this for her. “Myself and several of the other concerned mothers demand something be done about the harlot Miss Mattel.” She continued, several women with equally tragic bobs nodded around her.
“Why should something be done?” Visage asked as Charles made his way over to them.
“And I would ask you not to insult my staff.” He added, looking at the woman with a surprisingly calm face.
“She is having an affair with Mr Cregg!” Mrs Wellingham shouted, standing beside her friend.
“What?” Trixie found herself saying along with Visage and Charles.
“Last week I found a mobile phone which had text notifications from Miss Mattel. They are of a perverse nature and I won’t tell you exactly what they said but it was borderline filthy. And who comes searching for the phone but Mr Cregg!” Mrs Wellingham regaled, looking scandalised.
“That’s not what’s going on.” Trixie insisted, stepping forward, brushing away Visage’s hand as she tried to calm her.
“Well then what is happening?”
“I-” Trixie began her throat closing up as a room full of her colleagues and parents started at her, judgement in their eyes. She look into the mass of seating searching out Katya. She was sat on the second row from the front, her hand on her sisters as people stared at them. Peter shifted awkwardly beside his wife. Trixie caught her eye. Katya offered her a small sad smile and looked away. That was when Trixie realised Katya didn’t think she would do it. Katya believed that history would repeat itself and that she would lie to save her own skin.
Trixie cleared her throat and straightened her shoulders. Her biggest nightmare since going into teaching seemed to be coming true, and she was willingly stepping into the abyss because of Katya. Because she loved her.
“I’m not having an affair with Peter Cregg.” She spoke, her voice strong as she could manage in the face of so much disapproval. “Yes I did send those messages to someone, someone that I love.”
“I am in love with someone who is very kinda, clever and unimaginably bright in every sense of the word.” Trixie paused, knowing she couldn’t go back from this. She held the paper tightly in her hand as she looked as many of them in the face as she could. “And her name is Katya and I’ve been seeing her the past few months."
"A woman? You’re having an affair with a woman?!” Mrs Sanderson cried in outrage.
“No affair, she’s Peter’s sister in law. We’re dating and we’re happy and that’s all that it any of your business.” Trixie said, holding her head as high as she could. As long as she didn’t let them know she was scared they had no reason to believe she was. Her spine felt like jelly as she hid her shaking hands behind her back. That was it. She couldn’t go back now.
“Headmaster Charles, I and no doubt even more of the parents of these children demand this woman be dealt with."
"And how might you suggest I deal with her?” He asked casually, a slight frown creasing his brow.
“Fire her of course!” You can’t have someone like her around our children.“ She exclaimed.
"No.” Mr Charles replied simply, shuffling the papers on the podium.
“I’m sorry?”
“No, I will not be firing Miss Mattel today, nor do I plan to in the near future. You may sit down Tracy, Michelle. Now next order of business.” The headmaster said, motioning to Trixie’s seat, he pressed a comforting hand to her back as she slowly made her way towards her chair. Bob and Dan took her hands and pulled her into her seat, she was in such a state of shock she could hardly register what was happening.
“Wait, you’re not going to do anything? What about the children?!” Mrs Sanderson insisted, her arms folded across her chest rather petulantly.
“Are they safe with someone like her teaching them?” One of the other mothers asked, clearly also a member of Mrs Sanderson’s posse if the ugly sweater was anything to go by.
“Your children are perfectly safe. Miss Mattel is no more a danger than any other teachers at this school. You can insist all you like but Miss Mattel will remain on my staff indefinitely and I will not be moved on the matter.” He said firmly, his voice raised in a way that was just shy of a shout. Trixie swallowed thickly. Of all the ways she’d envisioned this scenario going she’s never really played it out in her favour before. Dan patted her hand comfortingly as she fought the tears that came to her eyes.
“Now, there is talk of turning the old sandpit into a small school garden.” The headmaster continued as Mrs Sanderson noisily stormed out of the assembly. Trixie looked back into the crowd to meet Katya’s eyes. Katya had clearly succumbed to similar emotions as tears streaked her eyeliner. She wiped them away and smiled back at Trixie. She placed her hand over her heart and then blew a kiss to her. Trixie smiled back.
After another half an hour of school business that Trixie would be hard pressed to remember, the assembly finally finished. The teachers all moved to the left of the stage, several speaking kind words to Trixie as the parents began to pack up and leave.
“Are you alright child?” Headmaster Charles asked taking Trixie’s hand and patting it. Visage appeared by his side.
“Yes. I can’t thank you enough for-”
“Don’t worry about it Tracy. Love is love.” He said sagely, smiling at her.
“I am very impressed by you Tracy.” Visage said, a surprising amount of pride in her voice. “I would happily let you teach my children any day, don’t let people like that make you feel bad about who you are.” She continued wisely, patting Trixie’s arm. The moment was broken by a thud reverberating through the stage floor.
“Trixie.” Katya cried, scrambling up the stage, ignoring her sister’s insistence that it would be quicker to around and take the stairs.
“I’m guessing this is Kat-”
“Katya, yes.” Trixie beamed. The headmaster let go of her hand and motioned for her to go to Katya.
The Russian thundered down the stage and flung herself at her girlfriend with almost enough force to knock her over. Trixie laughed as she picked Katya up off the floor for just enough time to spin her before putting her down again. The second she pulled away from the tight embrace Katya had her hands on either side of her face as she peppered hard kisses all over.
“I.” Kiss. “Love.” Kiss. “You.” Kiss. Trixie laughed, finally managing to catch Katya’s frenzied lips with her own.
“You- you didn’t hide me.” Katya breathed, her eye well. “You didn’t lie.” Trixie shook her head, caressing her partner’s hair as she began to cry. “You came out.”
“Oh Kitty Cat.” Trixie sighed, holding her tightly as she no doubt got black make up on her baby pink cardigan.
“Sorry, sorry.” She sniffed after a moment, pulling away and wiping her eyes. “I’m fine. It- it just hit me.”
“That’s ok. How about we go back to mine?” Trixie suggested.
“What are we going to do at yours?”
“Oh the standard 'I’ve just come out to the faculty and a bunch of strangers’ celebration. We add each other on Facebook, post a picture of us together on Instagram, celebratory sex, have dinner in a public place. Any of those in whatever order we like really.” Trixie grinned as Katya took the certificate from her hand and looked down at it with pride.
“I like the sound of that.” Katya smiled back. “Can I use that picture of you in that shirt on our first date?”
“No.”
“You’re no fun.” The Russian grumbled as Svetlana joined them on the stage, holding out a hand for her to shake. Trixie looked down at the hand in surprise, taking it firmly.
“I like you.” The older woman said with a smile as her husband appeared at her side. Trixie blinked, smiling down at the joined hands as Katya wrapped an arm around her waist.
Everything was going to be different now and yet she suspected it was going to be better. Sometimes things didn’t go as you expected them to, but it takes them happening for you to realise that what you expected wasn’t that good anyway.
The End
#katya zamolodchikova#trixie mattel#trixya#lesbian au#parent/teacher au#fluff#mild angst#ellen thwoorp#tw panic attack#mentions of drug abuse#tw homophobia#rpdr fanfiction#submission#dfa
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I miss Ellen thwoorp 😢
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Did EllenThwoorp stop writing? Dina's Fun Aunt was the best, and I was wondering if the Holiday Bonus was going to be finished.
I’m not sure, she hasn’t written in a little while but hopefully she comes back soon! - Tiff
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i know its long over, but ellen thwoorp's 'dina's fun aunt' is still to this day the best and most accurate characterisation of trixie and katya i have ever seen and probably one of the best fics for any pairing ive ever read
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ellen thwoorp, please dont abandon dina's fun aunt holiday bonus 😭💔😭
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Ellen Thwoorp PLEASE PLEASE DO. Omg a Sasha/Shea repressed lesbian news reporter fic would be amazing.
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YES YES YES ELLEN THWOORP
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@Ellen Thwoorp, write literally as many bonus chapters of Dina's Fun Aunt as ur heart desires bc I will n e v e r get sick of them tbh
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