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If there’s anything Katya wants in the world more than anything else, it’s a woman.
Of course, she would never admit that to anyone. Not even Pearl, the woman down the road with the impossibly large garden who delivers a crateful of fruit to her every Sunday evening and pries into her life. Katya lets her, of course, it’s not like she has that many people to talk to, and Pearl is proving to be a good friend- even if her intricate knowledge of everyone’s business back in town makes Katya little nervous.
Her desperation for someone to call her own has lead her down many dead-end roads. Most of the time they’ve involved dodging older and well-built brothers swinging at her for touching their baby sisters. She’s learned how to be undercover with her looks and touches; she knows how to make a fleeting glance feel like a full-on conversation. She stalks the corners of the town’s bars, eyes the beautiful women dancing in full skirts from her splayed-out position on a creaky wooden chair. She doesn’t let them see her watching, and when they catch her, she’ll tip her Stetson at them and wink, and every once in a while one will come up and ask her name. As if she’s a tumbleweed rolling through town, as if no one knows who she is.
But everyone knows. They all know Katya’s gay, she’s weird, she breaks horses for farmers on the outskirts of town and if she wasn’t so good at her job no one would ever call upon her for her services. She’s learned to use her skills as her upper hand, she likes the look in the older men’s eyes when they fork over hundreds on top of hundreds for a job well done, fearing that she probably spent the previous evening with her head between the legs of their granddaughters.
What they don’t know is that Katya spends her nights alone now, after Violet ran off with her heart and all semblance of trust. Pearl’s told her time and again that it’s what she gets for falling in love with a woman who’s never been loyal to a soul, and Katya has to agree with her, but it doesn’t keep her from clutching the pillow next to hers at night and sniffling into the perfume-less air.
Katya’s never not been loyal. Everything inside her body is loyal, she teaches it to her horses and she lives it every day. She’s gotten her fruit from Pearl since Pearl had moved out to the countryside from her parents’ home in town, five years after Katya had done the same. She’s gone into town on Saturday afternoons in her blue Chevy pickup truck to buy vegetables from the farmer’s market for ten years now. She buys Levis and red flannel and blue bandanas, her Stetson is the same one her grandmother had bought her when she turned eighteen. On her birthday, she makes herself a Jameson and Coke, and on Christmas she sits outside in the snow and listens to the carolers echo down the dirt road.
Katya’s steadfast and strong, she treats her women like queens, and Violet had walked all over her, stomped inside her small home in her pumps, made a mess of everything, lassoed Katya’s heart and left without a second look, dragging it behind her in the dirt.
“You should go out tonight,” Pearl says over her mug of black coffee before taking a sip.
She’s sitting at Katya’s kitchen table, watching her wash her few dishes in the tiny sink. Pearl wants Katya back to her old self, the one that shares her Playboy magazines with her and asks her about the newest women in town with glinting eyes.
Lately, Katya’s been tired and quiet, introverted. Pearl thinks that’s stupid, she tosses her long blonde hair over her shoulder and pulls Katya to dance with her in the little living room of Katya’s home, swaying to Hank Williams on the radio, willing Katya to laugh just once. When she does she’ll let her go, let her sink into her armchair and sigh. Her smile always fades and Pearl is at the end of her rope, she’s got only a few more tricks left up her sleeve, but she’s determined to make Katya happy.
“Why?”
Katya sounds like she doesn’t really care to know the answer, but Pearl’s got it locked and loaded and they both know it.
“Because it’s Lady’s Night, and word on the street is that everyone’s daddies are letting them out of the house tonight.”
Katya’s head lifts a little at that. She pauses her annual scrubbing of her cast-iron skillet, stares out the window ahead of her into the field behind her house.
“What for?”
“Debutantes holding onto their family tradition against their will and turning it into a party, which translates into drunk young ladies looking to get some,” Pearl smiles and nudges Katya’s calf with her sandal. “I think you’d have some fun.”
“And what about you?” Katya drops the skillet into the sink and wrings her hands off on the dishtowel tucked into her pocket. She turns to look at Pearl and recognizes her look immediately. “Please, Pearl, do not-“
“It’s been too long!” Pearl stands to face Katya. Her arms are crossed but her face is mirthful.
Katya hooks her thumbs into her belt loops and sighs.
“Have you maybe ever thought that’s for a reason?”
“Katya, if you mope any longer or lower you’re gonna melt into the ground.”
“Pearl, I can’t be myself here, that much is obvious-“
“I’m not taking no for an answer-“
“There’s too much at stake, this is my livelihood, they already hate me-“
“You’ve got a tight ass and a big heart and it’s all going to waste out here in the country-“
“Who asked you, anyway?”
Katya checks Pearl’s shoulder as she passes her, rounds the corner to the living room.
She knows it’s from loneliness, Katya’s attitude, but Pearl can’t help but feel a little slighted and hurt at her rude remark. She knows Katya is thankful for their friendship- she’s said it enough times in enough ways- she realizes she should just take a deep breath and walk into the living room, try to strike a deal with her, so she does.
“Okay, I’m sorry, I realize sometimes I live through other people and I should stop that,” Pearl sits on the floral couch across from the TV, cattycorner to Katya in the armchair. She’s got her arms crossed on her chest and she’s staring down at her boots. “But I just want you to be happy. You’ve been so sad since Violet left you, and I want to strangle her until her name is fitting, but that’s neither here nor there.”
Katya giggles a little, and her smile spreads into a grin.
“Yeah, I want that too.”
“Okay, so that’s something we can put on the backburner for now,” Pearl says seriously, and Katya laughs again. “But really, Katya, I just want to see you the way you were before. You’re such a happy person, so positive and thoughtful, and I want it back. Let’s go out tonight, in our best clothes, we can drink and watch the women dancing and if you see someone, you can talk to them! And if not, that’s okay too. Please just go out with me!”
Pearl moves to kneel in front of Katya’s bony knees and Katya laughs full-on now, musses up Pearl’s hair and uses her head to push herself into a standing position.
“Okay,” She sighs, pulls Pearl up by her hands swiftly. “We’ll go out. But I’m only going to talk to someone if I really am floored!”
“Katya, girl, I wouldn’t expect anything less from you. Pick me up at nine.”
Pearl wasn’t lying- everyone was out on the town.
Katya’s Chevy rumbles up to the last parking space available at Busted Saddles and she pulls in slowly. Pearl is already half out of the truck by the time Katya kills the ignition, her blue prairie dress catching the night wind and fluttering around her knees. Katya ambles behind her excited form in her favorite red plaid flannel. It’s worn smooth with use and so is the dark denim of her jeans.
Busted Saddles is the best honky tonk bar in town, if you ask Katya. Of course, it’s one of only two in her small Tennessee town. The other, unaffectionately called the Wasteland but whose proper name is Duckie’s, is filled with lonesome cowboys crying into their tequila and writing songs about their lovers one state over in Kentucky, and Katya isn’t about to become one of them.
She suddenly has the frightening thought that she’s one shitty poem away from joining their ranks and catches up with Pearl, who’s been two steps ahead of her this whole time.
At the door, the line is longer than normal, and Katya’s surrounded by women in dresses with huge skirts, a few are in miniskirts like the women in the big cities wear out. Their hair shines in the light of the full moon, they’re all chain smoking and it’s making Katya itch for her pack in her back pocket. One woman stands beside her in her black A-line dress, kitten heels clacking together as she knocks them back and forth. She drops her half-smoked cigarette and rubs it out beneath the patent shoe and slips past Katya and Pearl, giving Katya a sweet smile as she passes her.
Katya suddenly wishes she’d undone her braids. She looks like a twelve-year-old in her daddy’s cowboy hat and boots and her hair in two plaits framing her face, but Pearl isn’t giving her any time to run back to the truck and fix her hair because she’s pulling her by the wrist through the crowd, pushing through women and a few men and finding Ginger at the door, arguing with a patron.
“Well this is why barely anyone is getting in,” Pearl mumbles, then pushes the woman out of the way and grins at Ginger. “Minj! How are ya?”
“Pearl, am I glad to see you!” Ginger is readying her stamp at the small table set up by the front door. She leans over and stamps the two without a second thought. “Only room for a few more people in there. Get in while you can. And have fun.”
Ginger winks at Katya at that last part and Katya is blushing, smiling a little and nodding in thanks while Pearl pulls her through the big double doors.
Busted Saddles is always smoky and packed, the dance floor is teeming with women kicking up their heels and laughing over one another. Drinks are sloshed across the wooden, lacquered bar, sliding down lengthways and landing in practiced hands with painted nails. Katya likes to pick a corner and sit in a chair, nurse her tequila and lime and watch everyone laugh and dance and drink. She likes to observe, find a pretty girl and follow her with her eyes, catch a glimpse of her ordering a drink on the other side of the bar when she goes to refill her own glass.
Tonight, Pearl’s found two empty seats at the bar, somehow, and she’s ordering two tequila shots each before Katya can stop her.
“I didn’t say I was gonna get drunk! I have to drive,” Katya protests, but Pearl merely holds a hand up and shoos her words away.
“You’re gonna do these with me and then I’ll turn you lose, okay? Just promise you’ll slow dance with me once tonight.”
Pearl’s already scanning the crowd, finding the women with bandanas in their back pockets and combs on the right sides of their hair.
When the shots come, they slam them down on the counter and throw them back, and then Pearl is a blur in the crowd, and Katya is leaning against the bar on her elbows, watching the women move in time with Johnny Cash.
One song turns into five and Katya’s yawning a little, running her boot back and forth on the lower rung of the wooden bar stool. She’s anxious to go home; she hasn’t seen anyone she’d like to approach, and thankfully she hasn’t seen Violet or her gang, either, but it’s well past her bedtime and she has to get up in time to hand off a horse in the morning.
The bar is sticky underneath her elbows, where she rolled her shirtsleeves up to cool off in the crowded heat. The stool beside her remains empty, somehow, through all the people coming up to the bar and ordering. They simply leave, and Katya’s gotten enough sideways glances to figure out why. She doesn’t pay it any mind, or she tries not to at least, and lets her eyes relax.
She’s lost in Friday’s schedule when someone in a pink swing dress sways to sit down beside her, orders a double tequila neat, and throws back half of it in one go. Her big blonde hair bounces with her movements, and then she’s spinning on the stool to mirror Katya’s position.
She nudges Katya’s elbow with her own and leans over a little. Katya’s stomach is in knots already.
“Pretty dead in here, huh?”
Katya can hear the smile in the woman’s voice, and when she looks over to return it, she comes face to face with bright blue eyes and big pink lips turned up.
Katya blinks furiously, then nods shyly and looks down a little.
“Barren. Wasteland has a bigger crowd.”
“Oh my God, have you ever been there before?” She laughs easily. Katya realizes she’s going to carry this conversation and she relaxes a little in her easy attitude. “It’s awful.”
“I only go when I need a confidence boost,” Katya shrugs, and she laughs again, louder, her head tilts back and the ends of her curls dip down into Katya’s empty shot glasses.
She moves her drink to her left hand and holds her right one out.
“I’m Beatrice. You can call me Trixie.”
“Nice to meet you, Trixie. I’m Katya.”
They shake hands and Trixie’s soft and warm against Katya’s calloused palms. Her eyes are soft, too, and she smiles at her serenely.
“Nice to meet you, too. You come out here a lot?”
She’s sipping her drink and scanning the crowd; she’s so cool, unaffected by the glares the less dolled-up women are giving her after seeing who she’s speaking with.
“I used to. Not as much anymore,” Katya shrugs.
“Well why not? Lady’s Night is a riot,” Trixie turns back to face her. Her drink is almost empty and she swirls the pathetic excuse for a cut of lime around the barely there tequila.
Katya takes a deep breath and decides in a split second not to make this Wasteland 2.0.
“It’s just not been a priority. My friend Pearl dragged me out tonight, something about debutantes. You want another drink?”
Suddenly Katya’s fishing in her pocket for her wallet and Trixie’s eyes are scanning down her body to land on her tanned forearm flexing. Trixie nods and watches as Katya pulls a few bills out of the worn leather wallet and then slides it back deep down into the denim.
“I’d love another double, actually. Neat.”
Katya spins in her seat and as she flags down the bartender, some hunk in a plaid shirt a size too small and jeans of the same variety, she feels her blood rushing to her skin again, warming up her frozen limbs. Her brain chugs along slowly.
When she spins back around with Trixie’s drink her knees knock into hers where she’s sitting sideways now, resting her head on her fist propped up by her elbow on the counter. Katya hands her the napkinned glass and Trixie nods her thanks before sipping it slowly.
“Debutantes,” Trixie nods again. “Yeah, we’re out in full force tonight. First weekend of the season.”
“You’re a debutante?” Katya’s eyebrows shoot up and she takes in her figure properly for the first time.
Her dress doesn’t look homemade at all, now that she’s staring at it. It’s got a heart-shaped neckline and little white lace appliques accenting the short sleeves. It reaches her knees, where the white tulle of her petticoat peaks out. Her shoes are shined and black patent, though they look worn in around the balls of her feet.
Trixie laughs a little and Katya’s attention snaps back to her face, where her eyelids are painted light blue. Her blush extends to her hairline, the soft blonde curls pushed back from her face by a thick white headband. The green neon tints her hair yellow but Katya bets it’s white blonde in the sunlight. She wants to take her out during the day and find out.
“Yeah, I’m a debutante. What, ya want me to leave you alone now or something?”
Trixie’s eyes are glinting as she rests her glass against her lips, the waxy pink coating rubbing off on it a little.
Katya shakes her head and takes off her Stetson before mirroring Trixie’s pose, balancing her hat on her knee, where it rests against Trixie’s.
“Not at all. I just didn’t take you for that kind.”
“I don’t know why you wouldn’t, look at this ridiculous thing!” Trixie gestures to her dress and laughs, her chest bounces with the sound and Katya can’t help but glance at where her breasts are pushing out over the low neckline.
“It’s- nice!” Katya offers with a blush, and Trixie laughs again, her glass swaying out between them where it threatens to spill onto Katya’s hat. If it did, she’d sooner just buy a new one than yell at her for it.
“You’re so funny,” She grins. “Why are you over here alone? Where’d your friend go?”
“Pearl? Oh, she’s off chasing tail, probably,” Katya waves her hand in the general direction of the dancefloor, where she knows that’s exactly what Pearl is up to. Her feminine looks give her an easy in with women, and her occupation gives her a slick excuse of “teaching them how to garden” when their husbands come knocking at her door. Katya’s seen it work too many times to ever expect it to fail.
“And you’re just gonna sit here and wait for her?”
Katya stares at Trixie, who’s back to rubbing her glass against her lips. She cocks an eyebrow and Katya can see the mischief in her eyes even though her face is angelic.
She shrugs.
“I haven’t exactly found anyone worth speaking to. Until you sat down.”
Her angelic face smirks and then Trixie is throwing the rest of her drink back and pulling Katya by the hand towards the dance floor. Her Stetson almost falls but Katya catches it and flips it onto her head in one practiced movement as she slides through the crowd with her new friend.
Katya doesn’t fight it, being tugged between perfumed chests and overdone ‘dos. She doesn’t tell Trixie to slow down when she stumbles on her own boots and almost face plants into Pearl, who’s nestled between two women and smiling serenely. When she catches Katya’s eye she cheers and pumps the air with a fist resting around one of the women’s shoulders.
Then there’s a small clearing on the floor and Trixie spins around, her petticoat kicking up, and she grabs both of Katya’s hands and smiles sweetly.
“Wanna dance?”
Katya laughs a little at her boldness as a slow country number comes on. Of course, she thinks as she slides her hands around Trixie’s waist. They rest perfectly at the swell of her big hips and Katya has to think about anything else in the world to keep the blush off her face.
Because Trixie’s close enough she can smell the tequila on her breath. Katya can see her big eyelashes fluttering when she blinks as she wraps her arms around Katya’s neck, clasps her hands on the back of it and slips her thumbs into the base of Katya’s braids. Even in her pumps, she’s a good few inches shorter than Katya, and that means she can lock eyes with her and her hat isn’t in the way, and Katya both loves and hates that.
Like a good debutante, Trixie lets Katya lead their dance, though she can feel her energy wanting to take control. Trixie keeps staring up at Katya with a small smile, and then she’s sliding her gaze down her face, past her lips and chin, to the tendons in her neck and the top button Katya never bothers to do up on her shirt. Trixie bites her lip a little and Katya tears her eyes up to stare at her big hair, willing herself not to press Trixie up against the wall and kiss her deep like she wants to.
Suddenly she’s hit with the realization of how long it’s been since she’s been with a woman. Far too long, she thinks, the longest it’s been since she’s moved out into her own place, and she wonders how she ever let Violet have such a grip on her life. Even five miles away, in town, probably tied up on some old rich lady’s bed, Violet’s got a vice on Katya.
Trixie lays her head on Katya’s chest and nuzzles her cheek into her breast and Violet’s grip is loosened almost completely. Raven hair is replaced with white blonde in Katya’s mind, and she smiles a little as she rests her chin on Trixie’s head.
There’s still a large, undulating, loud crowd all around them, Patsy Cline’s voice is reaching over the noise as Katya sways slowly with Trixie. Their feet are barely moving with their dance, Trixie’s are planted between Katya’s boots and her whole body is touching hers where it can, and Katya’s got goosebumps from the contact. She spots Pearl in the corner of the bar with one of the women from before, she’s giving her secret little kisses when she thinks no one’s looking. Katya’s going to have a truck full tonight on the way back home, when she drops off Pearl and her new lover.
What about Trixie?
What about Trixie? She’s just out here looking for a good time, looking to announce herself and her newfound adulthood to the world, Katya reasons with herself. She won’t wanna go home with anyone, and even if she did.
Even if she did.
Katya’s brain won’t let her comprehend what comes next, so she sighs and pulls her closer, spreads her fingertips out wide where Trixie’s hips meet her backside. She can feel Trixie’s throat rumble against her chest.
The song ends sooner than Katya wants, sooner than she remembers the song ending at any other point in her life. And Trixie is pulling herself back up to smile once again at Katya. Trixie lifts a hand and pushes a stray hair from Katya’s face, tucks it behind her ear and rubs her earlobe a little, and Katya shivers. Her mouth drops open slightly, and Trixie’s eyes dart to the movement. Her eyes are darker than they were three minutes ago.
“How late you staying out?” She asks Katya from beneath her lashes.
“Why? You need a ride home?” Katya says.
Trixie shrugs and flips a braid back and forth between her fingers.
“Mama and Daddy think I’m going to Max’s, but she’s going to her boyfriend’s parents’ cabin out by the lake.”
“Lake Winona?” Katya whistles. That’s money.
Trixie nods and looks a little shy, but Katya can tell she’s not going to stop there.
“And, well, I don’t exactly wanna go home, not on the first night of the season…”
Katya waits for her to finish her sentence, but Trixie only looks up at her with a small pout.
Katya blinks and rubs a thumb against Trixie’s hip.
“You wanna come home with me?”
Trixie’s pout turns into a grin and she nods, gives Katya a quick, big hug before stepping back and holding her hands again.
“Yes! Yes, oh, that would be great, thank you,” Trixie sighs happily. Her eyes glance over at the wall and Katya knows she’s checking the time. “How late are you wanting to stay out?”
Katya can’t really believe this is happening, but she supposes it’s her life now.
“I was actually about to leave before you sat down next to me,” Katya smiles, and Trixie grins back at her.
“Lucky me. Should we go find your friend?”
Katya, Trixie, Pearl, and a woman named Jinkx are trotting to the Chevy at the end of the parking lot. Pearl’s completely entranced with her evening’s date, touching the myriad of pearls hanging down her chest and tripping over a crack in the concrete because of it.
Trixie laughs at her and skips ahead of the group easily, her dress flouncing behind her.
“Kat, you never slow danced with me!” Pearl’s drunk and yanking on one of Katya’s braids, shuffling her feet along.
“You were occupied, weren’t you?”
Pearl grumbles and then giggles and Katya doesn’t have to turn around to know what’s happening, which is good, because she doesn’t want to turn around. She wants to watch Trixie skip down the crumbling sidewalk to her pickup truck.
“Last one, right?” She calls behind her, and Katya nods, then agrees out loud, and Trixie picks up her speed.
Katya’s not sure how Trixie can practically run after having at least two tequila doubles and Pearl can barely stand after two shots and probably a couple of beers, but she likes it, Trixie’s ability to do what she wants no matter what’s in her way.
When they reach her truck, Pearl swings open the passenger door and jumps inside.
“Hold on!” Katya hollers, and everyone quiets down at her sudden change in tone. Trixie’s standing at the hood of the truck, hands perched on it daintily, watching her interaction with Pearl with glittering eyes. The white streetlight above them shows her hair better; it’s white-blonde, shining like a beacon in the night. Katya does a double take before she can look back at her friend.
Pearl looks at her through the driver side window.
“Get out,” Katya jerks a thumb over her shoulder, and Pearl begins to whine. “No, don’t gimme that. There are four of us and three seats, and the middle seat is for my hat.”
“We can fit!” Pearl insists, but Katya shakes her head. She’s done this enough times to know Pearl won’t keep her hands to herself underneath all that tulle, and the last thing she wants to do is scare Trixie off with her wild, drunk friend.
Though the fact that she hasn’t gone running back to her Debutante friends by now says a lot about her. Katya isn’t too worried, she guesses. Still.
“You know what you have to do if you want a ride home.”
Katya holds Pearl’s glare until she slowly backs out of the truck, rounds to the bed and pulls down on the tailgate handle.
“C’mon, Jinkx, we get the scenic seats tonight.”
Jinkx looks too drunk to care, and she shrugs with a smile and Pearl lifts her into the backseat.
Katya turns to look at Trixie, her hair falling over her shoulders and hiding her chest from view. Katya doesn’t even care.
“It’s all yours,” She waves towards the cab, and Trixie grins huge, rounds to the door and hoists herself into the truck.
Katya follows and closes the door behind her, then boosts Pearl up into the truck bed before closing it up.
“I can’t believe you,” Pear rolls her eyes, but she’s smiling a little, Katya can see it in the buzzing white streetlight above her truck.
“Sure you can. Like old times.”
“Katya’s back, everybody!”
Katya rolls her eyes as she swings herself into the truck and starts the engine before looking over at Trixie, who’s watching her with a serious gaze. Her chest is visibly rising and falling, and Katya doesn’t remember being able to see that earlier, not even when they were chest to chest, dancing so slowly.
“You sure?” Katya asks, takes off her hat and sets it in the seat between them.
Trixie picks up the Stetson and slides over to the middle seat, drops it where she was sitting moments earlier. She puts a soft hand on Katya’s thigh and smiles a little.
Katya’s barreling out of Busted Saddles faster than she should and the two can hear Pearl and Jinkx laughing drunkenly in the bed, rolling side to side with Katya’s jerking movements.
The drive out of town is always quiet and dusty. The only thing that breaks the silence is the gravel kicking up in the truck’s wheel wells, the fuzzy AM radio playing low, and the two women’s shouts from the bed.
Trixie’s twisted herself around, opened the middle panel in the back window, and is hollering a conversation back and forth between the other two about something involving Elvis Presley.
Katya’s life in this moment is such a change from her previous weekend, when she drank herself stupid and sobbed into her pillowcase over a woman who probably doesn’t even remember her last name. This morning she was cleaning her house in an effort to forget about her completely, and now she’s driving a beautiful young woman home to her small wooden house, where she’s going to kiss her until her lips are raw and swollen, and she’ll stay up too late, but it’ll be for a good cause, and she won’t even complain in the bleak morning when she has to conduct business with the sun just barely up. And she hopes Trixie will still be there, clad in her bedsheets and doe-eyed.
Katya realizes she’s going entirely too fast on the dark dirt road when she hears Trixie laughing loudly, slapping her skirts with her hands excitedly and stomping her feet.
“Faster!” She laughs. “I wanna go faster!”
“You’re a little daredevil, aren’t you?” Katya grins lopsided, glancing over at Trixie and then her speedometer.
She knows she can take it up to 115 in her Chevy- she and Pearl have done it too many times to count- and she presses down on the accelerator a little harder.
The engine revs and her headlights cut out for a short moment before they shine bright again, and Trixie screeches with laughter, throws her head out of the open window and yells into the dark night.
Katya’s laughing at her wild attitude, at the sound of Pearl yelling in the bed of the truck and pounding her fist on the worn blue metal. She’s going close to one hundred, she knows there’s a turn coming up and so she lets off the accelerator, slows down to a more reasonable, but still fast, speed.
Trixie pulls her head back into the cabin with a pout, looking at Katya like she just stole the fun from the entire world.
“I was having a good time!” Trixie says.
“You wouldn’t be up on this turn up here! Tell Pearl and Jinkx to hold on, would ya?”
Katya doubles down on her steering wheel as she downshifts and Trixie turns to warn the other two of the impending curve, and then plops back down on the seat beside Katya.
“You ready? It’s not a little turn,” Katya warns, and Trixie laughs wildly again.
“I’m ready! I’m ready.”
Trixie grips Katya’s shirt just under her armpit and Katya’s stomach clenches as she turns into the curve without another warning. She’s taken it this fast many times before and her stomach’s never done that.
Then they’re flying around the turn, practically sideways in the cab, and Trixie is squealing, digging her nails into the inside of Katya’s thigh and side, and Pearl and Jinkx are screaming in the bed. She can hear them rolling to one side and it makes her laugh, the kind of laugh that hurts because it’s so deep-seated.
The dirt is flying up around them, landing inside the cab on Katya’s face and Trixie’s dress. Trixie’s hair is whipping in the wind and hitting Katya in the face, but she isn’t letting go of the steering wheel until they’re back straight, no matter how much she wants to bury her hand between Trixie’s thighs and make her gasp louder than she already is.
Trixie’s panting when they’re around the curve. Katya drops her right hand from the wheel and grabs Trixie’s knee over her dress.
“Was that fast enough for you?” Katya looks over to face her quick, and Trixie’s face is flushed in the dim light from the headlights. She looks speechless, her eyes are wide and her lips are parted, she’s too busy catching her breath and clutching her ample chest.
She nods, and Katya smirks, turns back to the road and slows down again. “We’re at Pearl’s place. I live just up from here. HEY PEARL!”
Pearl jumps up with a grunt and then Katya’s pulling into the dirt road leading to her house that looks more like a fairy cavern than a home for a human.
The Chevy’s headlights illuminate the ivy growing across the stone façade, the bright pink flowers that have cropped up all over the yard. Pearl’s land backs up to a forest, and Katya knows she spends some of her time in there, but she doesn’t know why.
Katya breaks in front of her front door and she shifts into park, then sits back and waits. She and Trixie listen to the sound of Pearl and Jinkx scrambling to open the bed of the truck, slide out, and then Pearl’s closing it up and leading Jinkx by the hand to her front door.
“Goodnight,” Katya calls from her window, and Pearl turns back to her and grins huge. Her eyes are so glassy Katya can see it in the dead of night.
“You too,” Pearl winks.
“Bye!” Trixie leans over Katya and sticks her head out the window. She waves at Pearl, who drops Jinkx’s hand and runs back to Katya’s window.
Trixie’s chest is pressed up against the door. The dip of her lower back is right in front of Katya’s face, the tulle of her skirt is sliding on either side of her backside and hanging down over Katya’s hands, it’s warm. Katya pulls it between her fingers and tugs at the material a little.
“Listen,” Pearl says breathlessly to Trixie. She’s inches from her face, and Trixie laughs a little, hums a question. “She’s a little rusty, so go easy on her, okay?”
“Hey!” Katya leans over in an attempt to get a glance at Pearl, who’s cackling and skipping back to meet up with Jinkx at her door.
Trixie’s shouting with laughter, walking herself with her hands back to her seat beside Katya, touching her thighs, her knees, her tanned forearms. She looks up at Katya with an amused expression.
“Rusty, huh?”
“Please,” Katya mumbles and jerks the pickup into drive. “Pearl doesn’t know what she’s talking about.”
“I thought she was your best friend!”
Trixie’s laughing at her blatantly, loving Katya’s blush and set jaw, and Katya turns a circle in Pearl’s lawn a little harder than she needs and Trixie yelps and slams into Katya’s side, clutches her again.
Katya drives through a worn trail across the field on the other side of Pearl’s house and wraps her arm around Trixie’s middle once she’s in a good gear.
“Do your best friends talk about you like that?” She asks into Trixie’s hair that’s tumbled down her front. Trixie nestles into her side and runs her hand across Katya’s knee.
“My friends don’t know what it means to be rusty,” Trixie smirks, and Katya laughs, squeezes her waist a little.
“In what way?”
“In the way that they’ve never touched themselves, let alone another.”
Katya laughs again and Trixie joins in this time.
“And what about you?”
Trixie’s giggles die down and she’s looking down at her hand, watching it trace circles dangerously close to Katya’s inner thigh.
Katya can feel the tension between them snap when Trixie looks up at her with dark eyes again.
“Everything they’ve ever heard about sex, they’ve heard from me.”
Katya’s eyes bug a little before she looks ahead again, navigates through a short line of trees. Her home is up ahead and she’s clenching a little at the sight.
“That your place?” Trixie asks, and Katya nods, unwinds her fingers from where they were tangled in Trixie’s skirts and she moves to grip the gearshift between Trixie’s knees.
She shifts down, slows and rolls up to the gravel driveway leading up to the rusted red barn in her backyard, where she puts it in park, leaving the engine running, and looks at Trixie.
“Home sweet home.”
Trixie looks expectant, she looks excited and like she can barely contain herself. She’s seated sideways on the seat and her knees are touching Katya’s thigh, she’s gripping her skirts and biting her lip. God, Katya can feel the heat radiating off her, soaking into her own skin, making her sweat underneath her flannel and blue jeans. Trixie’s breathing is loud again.
Katya doesn’t know she’s kissing her until Trixie’s moaning against her lips, holding her face between her soft hands and tugging at the baby hairs that have escaped her braids.
Her lips are softer than anything Katya’s ever pressed her own against, and they’re moist, they move against her slow and gentle and with confidence, like she knows exactly how to kiss Katya to drive her wild, and Katya wouldn’t be surprised if she did.
She’s gripping her impossibly small waist, digging her blunt nails into the fabric and scraping against it, and Trixie grunts and moves a hand to pull Katya’s up to her chest. Katya’s eyes cross under closed lids and she sighs into her mouth, and Trixie’s tongue traces her lower lip as she massages her through her dress. She can feel how heavy and full her breasts are through the fabric, she wants to touch them bare, run her tongue flat against them and suck them into her mouth.
Trixie’s breathing is getting heavier and she hikes a leg over Katya and straddles her. Katya moves her other hand to Trixie’s ass, she’s pulling up her skirts and petticoat as fast as she can, and then she’s gripping into silk underwear and a soft, warm ass. Trixie moans into her mouth more, licks her teeth and tugs on her braids a little.
Her nails scrape down Katya’s neck and move to pop the buttons on her shirt, and Katya grips her ass tighter, massages the muscles under ample fat, brings her other hand to grip her other cheek.
The engine’s still running, cool air flowing through the vents and prickling Katya’s skin, pushing Trixie’s hair into her face as she kisses down her chin, her neck, until she meets the thin skin of her chest and nips at it. Trixie yelps and grabs onto her shoulders and throws her head back as Katya licks at the skin that’s visible above her sweetheart neckline. Katya wants to rip the fabric between her strong hands and watch Trixie’s tits pop out, burst out from under the pressure of her clothes, and she wants to take them into her hands and squeeze hard until Trixie cries sweet tears.
Trixie's pressing her ass back onto Katya's fingers and they're slipping down the satin. Katya can feel how wet she already is, it's soaking through the fabric and when Katya slides her hands down the backs of her thick thighs she's dragging the ghost of it with her. It’s enough to make Katya want to scream, but she knows she can’t. She can’t do a lot of things, especially with Trixie squished between her and the steering wheel, her breasts pressed up against her chin, her soft stomach heaving against hers, toned and slick with sweat.
Katya can feel the heat rising in her and she doesn’t know how much more she can take of Trixie’s little moans before she’s going to need to shove her fingers inside her mouth to gag her- or maybe tie her bandana around her and gag her proper-
"Wait, wait," Katya gasps. She pulls back and Trixie's looking down at her, her lipstick pulled every which way.
"What," Trixie breathes. She looks so annoyed and it sends a jolt up Katya’s spine.
"I like this, I do, but…"
Katya looks over Trixie's shoulder, at the big barn behind her. It's needed a fresh coat of paint for longer than Katya's lived here. She’s never gotten around to it, partially because she’s afraid of heights and she’ll need to use a damn cherry picker to get it completed.
Her mind blanks out and she can hear Trixie giggle, feel her breath dancing over her baby hairs, the shell of her ear.
"So you are rusty."
Katya tickles her thighs and she squeals a little and Katya has a fleeting, violent urge to flip her onto her back and shove her fingers as far up her as she can, for as long as she can, as fast as she can, until the world ends or Trixie can’t come anymore, whichever comes first.
"No! I just…I want to make sure we're both okay with this."
She’s trying so hard to breathe normally, speak with an even tone and not give away the fact that her insides are screaming for Trixie’s.
"Oh honey," Trixie pulls back and looks at her with amused eyes. "I've been okay with this since I saw you sitting all by your lonesome at the bar."
Trixie rubs herself down on Katya's thigh and her eyes flutter shut.
"C'mon," She sighs. "I can't take this anymore."
There's a moment where Katya's brain melts and then she's shutting down the engine, pushing open the door of her pickup, lifting Trixie up by her waist and hoisting her to the ground. Trixie's laughing as Katya hops down after her and then she's got two calloused fingers pressed against her lips and Trixie's eyes flash.
"Shh. You’ll wake the horses," Katya motions with her head to the barn. "Their owner's coming tomorrow and they need to be in top shape."
"You train horses?" Trixie asks, muffled around her fingers. She grips Katya's wrist and pulls her fingers away, and Katya wishes she had pushed them past her lips instead.
Katya swallows and nods.
“Yeah. Family tradition. C’mon, the bugs’ll get you out here.”
“I know, I’m too sweet.”
Katya snorts at Trixie as she leads her by the hand to the back door. She flips through her keyring in the dim yellow light of the bulb perched overhead and finds the right one, unlocks the door.
They rush in and Katya swats out moths as she shuts the door. She locks it back, slides her hand up the glazed hardwood to flick the lock at the top.
As soon as she turns around, Trixie’s pressing her up against the door, and the blinds are clacking noisily against the window but Katya can only hear the guttural moan coming from herself as Trixie slides her hand around to Katya’s ass and squeezes it.
Trixie’s kisses are slow and languid. There’s a spark on the end of them, like someone lighting a long fuse connected to a block of dynamite, and Katya can’t wait until it wears down. She wants to speed it up, blow on the little sparks to make it flame faster, burn brighter.
There aren’t any lights on in her kitchen, and Katya knows the contours of her home well enough to not need them, and since Trixie’s eyes are closed and her body is practically glued to her, Katya decides to keep it dark; she wants to hear the way Trixie gasps when her hands land on her shoulders, slide down her arms slowly- her skin is so warm, the backs of her arms feel like her thighs, smooth and soft.
Katya grips Trixie by the elbows and walks her backwards into her bedroom. She turns her around corners slowly, catches her when she stumbles on the change from hardwood to carpet and giggles into her mouth when Trixie yelps a little. Her mouth is sweet, like tequila gets with just the right amount of lime- Trixie’s a shot of top shelf tequila chased with a juicy, ripe lime- Katya’s soaked just thinking about how she must taste everywhere else.
Her flannel is halfway unbuttoned and she’s got one hand on the back of Trixie’s head, the other one tugging on the hidden zipper of her dress as the inch into her bedroom, the last door on the left down the short hallway, but it feels endless, like something out of the Twilight Zone. In the dark it’s black and white, blue highlights shine in Trixie’s curls, the white lace of her dress.
Katya kicks open the door to her bedroom as soon as they reach it. The only light comes from a solitary orange streetlamp across the road and It just barely lights up the room, just enough to see the chest at the foot of her bed and the dresser across from it, the small desk against the window with that morning’s coffee cup still waiting to be drunk.
Trixie’s moaning against her lips, slipping a hand under Katya’s shirt and rubbing against the cotton of her bra, teasing a nipple between her fingers. It makes Katya’s skin burn, she hisses as Trixie pulls and twists at it a little. She’s pressing her hips against Katya’s, and Katya knows she wants some friction, any friction, and she does too.
Her zipper is finally undone all the way and Katya steps back, slips it off her hurriedly, and the orange light is behind Trixie, fluttering with the cotton curtains in the breeze coming through the open window. It highlights the frizzy halo of hair around Trixie’s head, the little blonde hairs raised up on her skin with her goosebumps, the way her fingers are clinching at her sides and how she’s knock-kneed in anticipation.
Katya can see her white underwear biting into her waist and fitting the contours of her hips perfectly, coming to a stop at the tops of her thighs, slipping down between them and disappearing amongst the flesh. Her bra is silk, too, and white, mostly lace.
Trixie’s tucking her fingers into her underwear, and Katya stops her, pulls her hands back by her wrists.
“Let me,” She whispers, and Trixie huffs in amusement.
“You’re fully clothed, cowgirl.”
Katya knows Trixie can see her eyes clearly in the light, so she stares at her hidden ones with an intense gaze as she finishes unbuttoning her flannel. She slips it down her strong arms and lets it drop to the floor before she begins unbuckling her belt. The large buckle in the shape of Tennessee pops off with a loud click and Katya hears Trixie gasp a little, she can see one of her hands going to the front of her underwear and the other one gripping her breast.
Katya takes off her belt, whips it out of the beltloops and smacks it against the floor, takes the blue bandana out of her back pocket and tosses it onto the bed- just in case- Trixie moans outright- and then she’s unbuttoning and unzipping her fly and her jeans are peeling off her thighs. She knows Trixie can see her white bikini briefs, she can see her quads flexing as she steps out of her boots, then her socks, finally her jeans.
Then they’re standing in front of each other, underwear bright in the night, Katya’s sweat glistening on her chest and stomach.
Trixie lunges forward and down and Katya feels her hot, wet tongue licking up her core, sucking against salty skin, and they’re both moaning. Katya’s gripping her hair, digging her blunt fingernails into her scalp a little and scratching it. Trixie’s on her knees in front of her, she’s gripping her thighs, tracing the outlines of her muscles and tendons, and she’s still sucking on her skin, leaving little dark marks that Katya’s sure glad will be hidden from the world, only hers to see when she takes a shower in the morning, gets dressed.
“God, Trixie,” Katya sighs. She wishes she had something to lean back against, it’s taking all of her strength to stand up, her muscles are clenching and she can feel Trixie’s tongue flex against her abs, dip into her belly button, and then she’s pulling away with a smack of her lips, looking up at Katya with big eyes, gripping her hips tightly.
“Give it to me,” Trixie whispers.
Katya’s lifting her by her armpits and tossing her onto the bed, her curls are flying after her and she lands on the soft downy mattress with a grunt and a giggle, she’s scrambling towards the head of it, her thighs are jiggling with the movements and Katya lunges after them.
She pulls her down the bed a little with her arms hooked underneath her knees and before she can comprehend what’s happening she’s burying her nose between Trixie’s legs, into the soaked satin, rubbing her face against Trixie and breathing her in. She’s licking her through the material and Trixie whines high pitched, thrusts up against Katya’s face, and Katya doesn’t mind at all, she loves it so much.
“Katya,” Trixie pants. “Mm- want you so bad.”
“Yeah,” Katya breathes against her. She sits up on her knees and pulls Trixie’s underwear down slowly, against her better judgment, she wants to see her unveiled slowly like the present you’ve been waiting for all year, gasping at the short blonde hairs and the trail of wetness that connects her to her underwear for a little bit until it gives out under the stretch.
Katya can barely keep her head on straight, her brain is going in so many directions, it’s scrambled and all she can focus on is how wet Trixie is, how tight she looks, how she’s spreading her legs and tugging on Katya’s braids to pull her back down, and Katya has no problem following her, at all.
She presses her tongue flat against her and Trixie keens, wraps her braids around her hands like reins, how Katya controls her horses, and Katya needs to rub herself against her now, she needs Trixie to touch her and make her come while she’s pulling her braids and directing her to do her bidding.
For now she’ll circle her clit with her tongue, slip a finger inside of her where she’s burning hot to the touch and so slick Katya has to try to get any friction going. Trixie’s fucking her face, pulling her braids tight and rubbing herself against Katya’s rough tongue with short breaths.
“More,” She gasps. “I want-“
Katya knows what she wants, she wants to be filled up completely, so she adds another finger, and Trixie whines and bears down. Katya twists her fingers up and around, and the friction is there now, her fingers drag with it and Trixie moans loud, from her stomach, Katya wonders if Pearl and Jinkx can hear her across the field, if everyone in town can hear how she’s fucking her good and she’s barely done anything at all, if Violet’s waking up from a nightmare, shaking and fully aware of Katya’s pleasure and the pleasure of Trixie beneath her, soaking into the sheets.
Katya’s toes are clenching in the crumpled-up blankets underneath her, she’s aching so bad and she can’t get any friction the way she’s laying on the bed, so she sits up, hisses when Trixie doesn’t let up on her braids. She tugs, and Trixie laughs, unravels them from her grip and bites her lip, smiles at Katya’s wet face and swollen lips.
Katya’s looking down at her with a fire inside of her, she could swear her eyes are burning holes into Trixie’s retinas, Trixie’s looking at her and her smile is slowly dropping, her mouth is gaping a little, and Katya grips her knees, yanks her down forcefully so her head’s flat against the bed, and then tugs her own underwear off.
“Oh God,” Trixie moans. She turns her head to watch Katya kick them off, and they go flying towards the full coffee cup a few feet away and Katya doesn’t care, she’s so horny right now and she needs Trixie to make her feel good.
She crawls to where Trixie’s gazing up at her with a look that’s so aroused Katya could probably come just from watching her expressions. She’s unhooking her bra, and then Katya does the same, they’re tossed into the darkness, and then Katya swings a leg over Trixie’s head and positions herself over her body, facing her trembling thighs.
“Am I on your hair,” Katya says with a raspy voice. Her blonde locks are too pretty to move, splayed out around her, Millais couldn’t paint her any prettier and Trixie knows it.
“I don’t care,” Trixie moans, and then she’s pulling Katya down by her slim hips and her mouth is engulfing her. If Katya’s knees weren’t on the bed they would have given out underneath her at the soft touch of Trixie’s lips grazing over hers, the little licks she’s giving her everywhere but where Katya wants her tongue. She nudges her little nose against Katya’s opening and Katya grunts, her arms slip out from under her and she buries her face into Trixie again.
It’s a mass of limbs sliding, writhing, Katya’s kissing the inside of Trixie’s knee and licking up her thigh, biting at the sensitive flesh and making Trixie moan into her as she fucks her with her tongue. Trixie’s hands are splayed over Katya’s ass, pulling her cheeks apart so she can trace her tongue over her hole so lightly Katya squeals, grinds down on her mouth and Trixie’s licking into it a little.
Katya’s got a mouthful of her thigh, the flesh is soft in her mouth and it melts around her tongue, she sucks on it hard as Trixie rubs slow circles around her clit and eats her ass, Katya’s dripping on her chin, she can feel the cool air from Trixie’s heavy breathing hitting her wetness and it’s colliding with the heat from her tongue and the heat coiling in her stomach and Katya has to pull herself together, but Trixie is so good, she’s so good and Katya isn’t going to last much longer.
“Trix,” Katya releases her skin and moans brokenly, rests her sweaty head against her knee and gasps. Her breaths are getting shorter, she’s gasping high and short and she can’t catch her breath fully. The feeling of climbing a mountain is coming to her and it’s been so long she could cry, it feels so good.
Suddenly Trixie’s slipping two fingers inside her opening, rubbing against her g-spot expertly, still licking into her asshole, still rubbing her clit, and Katya can’t breathe, and then she’s screaming against Trixie’s knee, pushing back and down on her and rocking against her hands and mouth, she’s on a red sled flying down the side of the mountain, the cool wind against her face and freezing the air in her lungs.
Trixie’s mouth leaves her ass and her fingers leave her clit, but she’s still fucking her with her other hand, pumping two fingers just fast enough to keep Katya coming against her, trembling and clenching around her.
She’s got a hand cupped over Trixie, she can’t bring herself to focus on anything else, even though all she wants to do is fuck her hard, fill her tight, as tightly as she can, she wants to bury herself inside of Trixie and never come out, her livelihood be damned, Trixie’s body is perfect and her mind is like a whip that’s cracking Katya’s ass, moving her along, training her right. Katya’s already doing her bidding, she’s not even known her for twelve hours and Katya would do anything, anything for those fingers and that mouth and those eyes.
Trixie finally slips her fingers out of Katya and she climbs off with legs like jelly. She turns to face Trixie, sucking off the wetness from her fingers and staring at Katya with big, dark eyes, and Katya moans, she’s ready to come again even though she’s still twitching from everywhere between her legs.
“Fuck me good, right now, I’m so wet for you, you came so good,” Trixie is babbling around her fingers hanging over her teeth, pulling her lip down.
Katya doesn’t need to be told twice; she slips between her legs again and flicks her tongue over Trixie’s clit fast, shoves three fingers inside her this time and it’s Trixie that’s screaming now, tight against her fingers and so fucking wet, Katya doesn’t know how she’s so wet.
Katya’s got new energy from Trixie’s noises, the way she’s arching her back and how hard her nipples are, how big her breasts are as she kneads them roughly, rhythmically, halftime with Katya’s tongue licking at her. Katya’s going as fast as she can, she’s holding her breath and her fingers are pulling up against Trixie quick, Katya can feel her getting wetter on her hand.
Trixie comes with a grunt, she holds her breath and a strangled moan comes from her throat, and Katya moans against her, new wetness spreading over her hand and her wrist and her sheets. Trixie is soaking them, and then her choked grunts go high pitched and she’s whining long, moaning in time with Katya’s thrusts.
She pushes Katya off her forcefully, then pulls her up by her braids to kiss her long, sweetly, and Katya can taste both of them, they taste so good together, tequila and lime and salt.
Katya crawls up the bed, slips under the sheets with Trixie and pulls her to her side. She brushes her hair from her face and kisses her ear and Trixie sighs contentedly, grabs for her hand and pulls it around her waist.
Katya can feel the tequila taking her down, sinking her into her mattress.
Then it’s six in the morning, her alarm clock is ringing beside her and she doesn’t remember ever setting it, thinks she must have done it the morning before as she slams the flat of her palm over it to shut it up.
The sun has just barely started over the horizon. The owner of the horses she’s bene relentlessly training will be here in thirty minutes to take them back, and as Katya unwinds herself from Trixie’s sleeping form to toss her legs over the side of the bed, she hopes the horses retain everything she taught them.
They were particularly hard, these two. Breaking horses isn’t hard work for Katya, she comes by it naturally, having grown up around it and been her grandpa’s favorite. She had learned a lot at a young age, enough to set out on her own at eighteen and start her own business, but she’d been challenged this time.
It felt good, she thinks as she brushes her teeth and stares at her sleepy face in the bathroom mirror. She’d enjoyed the challenge, having to double down on her training and take a few days longer than normal, spend longer hours with them. She’d been bit a couple of times but it was worth it, to see them listen to her at the end of their training, to watch them calm down when she ambled up to her barn.
Katya’s excited to show off her hard work as she slips on her boots. She’s wearing last night’s clothing and she doesn’t care, she fully plans on taking them back off and slipping into bed beside Trixie when she’s done handing the horses off.
She trudges through the gravel and grass to the barn, where the horses are already awake, a little sleepy like her, and she can tell they know something is different. Probably because today she’s got two carrots for them each instead of one, and she’s being extra calm, walking slowly and murmuring to them in the orange tinged morning light.
The sound of a truck and creaky metal trailer echoes up her long driveway and she picks herself up from where she was leaning against the stable, nodding off a little in her crossed arms. She stretches high and the horses whinny.
Katya shuffles to the big barn doors and pushes them open in time to see the old farmer pulling up. She can see his lower lip full of chew even from here, in his truck with the dirty windows twenty feet away. It makes her itch for her cigarettes but these horses had really hated it when she smoked around them so she’d held back.
The owner pulls through the barn, his wheels bump over little clumps of hay Katya’s been too lazy to rake up. She meets him at the trailer and they shake hands, exchange pleasantries.
“You work hard on ‘em?” He asks.
Katya can’t even remember his name. He looks like all the other farmers up in age, sparse gray hair, leathered face and sunspots everywhere, deep deep crows feet and that wad of chew in his lip. His eyes look a little cloudy, he’s wire thin and gristly, and she thanks herself for wearing protective clothing and her Stetson all day. She’ll be a tanned old woman but she’ll at least look healthy.
“Yes sir,” She nods once, walks over to her favorite, aptly named Winnie. “He’s been the easiest.”
“Yeah, he’s a Trixie if I’ve ever seen one,” He says gruffly. The hair on Katya’s arms stands on end for a second and she scratches her neck, hoping he didn’t see her jump a little at the name. “Let’s get him in.”
Winnie walks into the trailer easily, only because Katya had done this with him multiple times for days on end. He’d been so scared at first, she was sure he’d been forced in and not calmed down afterward, and undoing someone’s bad job at teaching was harder than doing it for the first time with them.
“Marlboro was stubborn as hell but he’s listening now,” Katya offers once Winnie’s secured in the covered trailer. The farmer follows her to his stable, across from Winnie’s.
Marlboro is snuffling, he’s a little restless and Katya hasn’t seen him like this since he was dropped off.
She has a feeling her hard work is going to go down the drain with this old man, set in his ways on being loud and forceful with his horses.
“Marlboro likes it quiet, though, I did learn that,” Katya offers gently, hoping the farmer would get the point.
He grunts and laughs instead, spits onto a wad of hay by Katya’s boot.
“Farms aren’t quiet,” He says.
Katya sucks in her bottom lip and simply shrugs, loads Marlboro as gently as she can into the trailer, and then the farmer’s shoving wads of money into her hand and shaking the other one, and he’s pulling out the other side of the barn, making a u-turn around the outside, and going on his way.
As soon as she sees his truck pull out onto the gravel road she’s sprinting back to her house, skidding to a stop outside her back door.
She takes a deep breath and shakes off her nerves, opens the door and enters coolly. She knows Trixie will still be asleep, she doesn’t assume debutantes are up particularly early, and she finds that she’s right as she walks through her house.
Trixie’s still in bed, her face is buried into her pillow as she sleeps on her stomach, her arms and legs splayed out. Her hair is everywhere, it’s still curly but it isn’t set anymore, it’s splayed out in tangles over her head and back and both pillows.
Katya laughs a little at her then takes off her clothes and shuts the window before the summer heat can come in, and climbs into bed.
She tucks herself underneath Trixie’s limbs, and Trixie grumbles and repositions herself in her sleep, turning to her side and hooks a leg over Katya’s. Her face is squished against the pillow and it’s puffing her cheek out, her lips are in a little ‘o’ where they’re shoved out of place, her teeth peeking out a little.
Katya smiles and tucks her messy hair behind her ear before pulling her head to her chest, and Trixie grumbles again and sighs, buries her face into Katya’s bare breasts and hums contentedly. She tucks a hand under her chin and the other one wraps around Katya’s thin waist, tucks under her on the other side.
It’s nice and cool inside, it smells like midnight still, musky and blue. The morning hasn’t reached them yet, her bedroom window facing the west, and in the dim light, Katya makes out Trixie’s freckles on her shoulders and the tops of her cheeks. She thinks she can spot the Big Dipper on the curve of her shoulder and she traces the dark dots gently. Trixie laughs breathily a little and nudges her head beneath Katya’s chin more.
Trixie smells good. She doesn’t smell like perfume, she smells like shampoo and Woman, Katya could smell her on her hands as she brushed her teeth and hitched up the horses with the farmer, and it had driven her crazy, and now she can smell her even more, in the sheets and her skin and the hand that’s slowly creeping up Katya’s back to rest on her jawline.
Katya picks her hand up and kisses the back of it and she can feel Trixie smile against her skin, her wet teeth pressing marks onto her.
There’s the bluejay outside, right on time, singing, and Trixie hums happily and presses her fingertips against Katya’s lips before dragging them back down to her waist.
“You smell good,” Trixie breathes. Katya hopes she doesn’t feel her nipples harden against her chin and the skin of her neck, but she knows she can, and Trixie giggles and confirms it for her. “Like hay and sweat.”
“Well, I’m a workin’ woman,” Katya says low, and Trixie hums in delight. She’s back to tracing constellations in her freckles, dragging her calloused fingers over Trixie’s smooth skin, and she wants it to go on forever, Trixie half-asleep in her arms and running her toes up and down Katya’s shin, she wants to feel her heavy chest pressing against her ribcage as she breathes in heavily, sighing the sleep off of her and pushing Katya back a little.
Katya follows her push and Trixie looks up at her with big, sleepy eyes, and Katya’s floored.
Trixie glows like a lightning bug, a glow from within that’s obvious and beautiful, fluttering off and on, and right now she’s bright, a little sweaty from sleep, but her hair is framing her perfectly, flowing down her side and her chest, and her face is so round and her cheeks full, and her lips, too. Her eyes are bright blue in the daylight and Katya can’t believe her beauty translated so well from drunken Thursday night to sober Friday morning, but it has, better than she could have imagined.
“You’re,” Katya swallows. “Really gorgeous.”
Trixie smiles a soft, closed-mouth smile, it lifts her mouth up a little on one side, and she looks down, gazing at Katya’s body.
“Aw,” She mumbles.
“You want breakfast?”
Trixie looks back up at her quick and her eyes aren’t soft anymore, they’re excited and hungry and she nods eagerly.
Katya laughs and leans back in to kiss her forehead before getting back up and walking to her closet.
Trixie’s suspiciously quiet and Katya knows it’s because she’s checking her out, watching her small ass bounce back and forth as she pads over to open the closet door and rifle through her belongings.
“I’ve got a robe for you,” Katya says.
“Oh- yeah, thanks,” Trixie sounds distracted and it makes Katya laugh a little.
She grabs her dark green robe and the light pink one that’s been sitting in the back of her closet for months now, she shakes out the dust and then hands it to Trixie, who’s sitting up in her bed, sheets pulled up over her chest.
“Listen-“ Trixie starts, and Katya’s heart drops.
She shrugs on her robe and nods.
“Yeah?”
“I’m- I don’t just sleep with people,” Trixie says quickly, she shakes her head and fingers the sheets against her. “That’s not really who I am.”
“Oh, well- me neither, really,” Katya shrugs. Not as bad as she had expected.
“I just- I don’t know,” Trixie looks down and Katya can see the blush in her chest. “You’re neat.”
Katya smiles at her and takes a step backwards.
“I think you’re neat too, Trixie. Come to the kitchen when you’re dressed.”
Katya leaves her to change in private and she practically skips to the stove, where she throws on eggs and bacon and starts her coffee maker.
Trixie emerges a few minutes later, looking a little sleepy still, and the robe hangs off her hands but it fits her perfectly everywhere else, and Katya can barely peel her eyes off her curves, her red toenails, to turn over the bacon before it burns.
Trixie pours them coffee out and sits at the kitchen table, watching Katya cook. She’s deliberate with her moves, Trixie’s eyes feel like velvet on her skin, and she wants to make it perfect but she somehow ends up burning the toast and the eggs are a little runny.
But Trixie doesn’t seem to mind, she’s got a mouthful of food and she’s laughing at some stupid joke that fell out of Katya’s mouth before she could stop herself. She slaps Katya’s hand on the table and holds onto it, eats with one hand and Katya will happily do the same, she doesn’t care how awkward it is or how she can’t smoke and eat at the same time, she can smoke later. And she realizes she hasn’t smoked since before she met Trixie last night, and her fingers are itching so bad under Trixie’s soft hand. Her teeth itch too, she needs a cigarette in her mouth, but she drinks her coffee instead.
Breakfast ends and she tugs Trixie outside onto her back porch, sits her in her lap and smokes three cigarettes in a row, leans in to breathe in the smell of Trixie’s hair once in a while. It’s starting to smell like her cigarettes, too, and the combination makes her ache in the best way.
Trixie’s perched happily, sitting up straight and looking out on her farm, her hands between her knees.
“You really like it out here?” Trixie asks lightly, and Katya exhales, thinks hard.
“I think so, yeah.”
Trixie turns to look at her, her eyes dart to her lips around her cigarette and she purses her own for a moment before looking back up into her eyes.
“You think?”
“Well, it’s really all I’ve ever known,” Katya shrugs and chews on her lip. “I mean, I grew up in town, but I always stayed with my grandparents out on this farm. I only ever went to school and learned how to break horses. I guess if I thought about it, I’d say it’d be nice to maybe try something else…”
She trails off, lost in her thoughts, and her eyes focus back in when she feels Trixie tuck her half-undone braid over her shoulder. She shrugs again.
“I think I’d like it out here,” Trixie says softly. It goes to Katya’s stomach and she hopes Trixie doesn’t see her blush.
“It’s nice,” She nods, and Trixie giggles a little.
“Can you imagine me? Out here? What would I do?”
“You’d be a good mama.”
Trixie tuts.
“I want a career, Katya. I wanna be a working woman.”
“Hey, mamas work plenty hard!”
“No, I want to get my hands dirty.”
Trixie’s looking down at Katya imploringly, begging her to understand.
“What you have right now isn’t the life you want,” Katya stubs out her cigarette and reaches for another, it’s the last one in her pack. She’ll get more when she drops Trixie off in town later. When she realizes she’ll have to actually drop her off, her heart sinks a little bit.
“Exactly,” Trixie says earnestly. “I don’t want to just be someone’s wife; I want to have a career. I want to make my own money and- just live. For myself. Our grandmas and great-grandmas didn’t fight for our independence for us to just throw it away. It’s nineteen sixty-nine.”
Katya’s eyebrows lift and she smiles at her as she lights her cigarette. She takes in a deep puff and speaks as she breathes it out.
“And educated woman!”
Trixie smiles proudly.
“I might be beautiful, but I’m also smart.”
“Well, Trixie, I hope you get what you want out of life.”
“I hope you do, too.”
Katya looks up at Trixie and knows that she will.