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Katya is rudely woken up by her alarm, telling her she has about an hour to get ready for school. Her first class of the day is contemporary art, and she absolutely loves the teacher, but nothing sounds appealing at 8am. She groans when she turns on the en-suite bathroom’s lights, her blue eyes assaulted by the brightness. She wraps a short blue robe around her naked body and brushes her teeth, deciding that she has to get some coffee in her system before she could even try to pick out an outfit for the day. Her sense of fashion is questionable enough as it is, so sleep deprivation surely won’t help it.
When she hears giggling from the direction of the kitchen she sighs, because for being straight, her roommate sure does love having female friends sleep over. She loves Courtney with all her heart, but sometimes Katya would like to avoid needing to make friendly small talk with a stranger first thing in the morning. Courtney’s friends from musical theater school have been known to ruin Katya’s morning coffee by delving into analyses of the latest play they’ve attended, and while she’s definitely a sucker for anything artistic, there’s a time and a place for everything.
When Katya rounds the corner and reaches the doorway of the kitchen, the air in the room suddenly thickens, and two audible gulps can be heard. Leaning against the counter and next to Courtney, is Trixie Mattel, a vision in pink. Her long blonde hair falls over one shoulder and she’s clad only in an oversized pink sweatshirt. Her pale legs seem to stretch for miles and Katya’s eyes travel down them in a journey that feels endless.
On the other side of the kitchen, Trixie’s breath hitches in her throat, and she feels her body catching on fire because of the sight before her, and Katya’s heated gaze. Her thighs are strong and tan, and the robe she’s wearing barely covers her most intimate area, definitely doing nothing to hide the way her nipples pucker. Trixie thinks for a second maybe it’s from the cold, but the heater is on so that’s not very likely. Katya’s dirty blonde hair is wavy around her face, reaching to her shoulders and framing her strong jaw, highlighting the way her collarbones stretch against taut skin.
“Do you two know each other?” Courtney asks, breaking the palpable tension in the room, her Australian accent making her words blur together like always.
Blue eyes meet brown, a question hanging in the air, and Katya decides to be the one who answers, seeing the way Trixie is fiddling with the edges of her sweatshirt. Katya wishes she would just take it off.
“We met at a party, about a month ago.” She answers with a smile and tone that could easily be mistaken for nonchalant, but Trixie knows better.
“Oh, cool! Trixie and I will be working on a project all semester long, so you’ll be seeing a lot more of her.” Courtney says cheerfully, oblivious to the silent conversation happening between the stares of the two girls.
“Wonderful.” Katya says, her voice going deeper than usual, trying to catch Trixie’s eyes which are now trained on her own nails.
“Alright, Trix, I’m gonna hit the shower and then we can start working okay?” Courtney asks, already making her way to the bathroom.
“No worries.” Trixie answers once she finds her voice.
As soon as the bathroom door shuts Katya makes her way to Trixie in long strides, crowding her against the counter with a hand near each side of her. She’s shorter, but the confidence she exudes makes the few centimeters difference negligible. Once again this morning, Trixie’s breath gets stuck in her throat.
“Was haunting my dreams not enough for you, and you had to show up in my apartment as well?” Katya asks, her eyes taking in the soft features of Trixie’s face in daylight.
“I didn’t know you live here!” Trixie whispers back harshly.
“You look even more beautiful than I remembered.” Katya says, a smile tugging at her lip as she raises one hand to gently stroke Trixie’s cheek.
“I told you, Katya, I’m a good Catholic girl with a boyfriend.” Trixie says when she sees the way Katya licks her lips, knowing how unconvincing her argument sounds when she says it so breathily.
“Didn’t sound too Catholic when you were moaning my name.” Katya tells her, and Trixie thinks she might as well give up on trying to breathe when in Katya’s presence.
“I was drunk.”
“No Pixie, you weren’t.” Katya says, and steals a chaste kiss before abruptly turning around and leaving the room.
The way Trixie’s lips tingle from where they were so briefly touched, and the nickname Katya uses, send her mind swiveling back to that night.
Her eyes had been unable to leave the girl all evening. She moved about the room not with grace, but with confidence, and seemed to know every single person there. She was wearing a problem patterned oversized men’s button-down shirt as a dress, fishnets, and heeled black boots, and Trixie thought that it somehow made complete sense. Her red lips effortlessly blew smoke from her cigarette, as if it was air, and even across the room her blue eyes were piercing, surrounded by black eyeshadow. Trixie knew she had to calm herself down, she was there with her boyfriend, and she swore to her mother to give him a chance. When her mom found out about Trixie’s sneaking around with girls in high school, she insisted that Trixie was just confused, and made her promise to try dating the nice boy from across the street, who’d be going to the same school as her. David was definitely very sweet and considerate, but Trixie couldn’t really lie to herself, and she knew the only reason she stayed with him was because he never insisted on touching her in any way. They had mainly just kissed and went out for dinners, and if that appeases her mom then Trixie’s willing to make the sacrifice for now.
“If you keep staring at me like that your boyfriend might get jealous.” A voice whispers in her ear, and she cusses herself for being so obvious. She sets down the drink she was about to pour herself, and turns around to look at the object of her admiration.
“I think you’re hallucinating.” She answers, trying to keep her voice steady.
“I think you’re full of shit.” The blonde in front of her answers with a devilish grin.
“I’m just a sweet Christian girl.” Trixie says, batting her lashes, half aware of just how sexual that line is.
“I highly doubt the thoughts in that pretty head of yours could be classified as Christian.” The girl answers, lifting her shaped brow and biting her lower lip as she waits for a response. The sight makes Trixie unexpectedly courageous, and the words leave her mouth before she can even register they have.
“Come upstairs in two minutes and find out.” She says, and swiftly makes her way up the stairs and towards the bedroom she knows belongs to the guy who’s house they’re in. She’s sure he wouldn’t mind.
A couple of minutes later the blonde appears, and Trixie’s waiting at the doorway of the room at the end of the hall just for her. She smiles when she sees her and Trixie can count all thirty two of her pristinely white teeth. She smiles too and walks back into the room, waiting for the girl to shut the door behind her. She approaches her with a smirk and Trixie stops her with a hand on her chest right before she could lean to kiss her, feeling the way the stranger’s heart beats faster than normal.
“What’s your name?”
“Why do you want to know?” The girl asks, her arms wrapping around Trixie’s waist to bring her closer.
“So I’d know what to moan when I cum.” Trixie answers, and tilts her head with a smile when she sees the surprise on the other girl’s face.
“Katya.” She says, a Russian accent audible from the way she pronounced the ‘t’. Katya lifts Trixie, who instinctively wraps her legs around her, and lies her on the bed, coming rest on top of her. “What’s your name?”
“Trixie.” She answers, her hands coming to stroke the sides of Katya’s small body, making her shiver slightly.
“That seems fitting.” Katya says, her fingers brushing back a few strands of blonde hair that fell on Trixie’s eyes. “You’re like a little fairy, a pixie.”
The sweet words, and the way Katya says them so softly while looking adoringly down at her, send electricity through Trixie’s body, and she finally lifts her head to close the distance between them. The kiss starts tentatively, close mouthed, getting accustomed to the feeling of each other’s lips. Then Trixie reminds herself that her boyfriend is waiting downstairs, and that she unfortunately needs to hurry, so she allows herself to be braver and opens her lips so she could glide them against Katya’s. They’re so much softer than she thought they would be, the faint taste of cigarettes only turns her on more, and she wants Katya to stain her body with red lipstick the way she stained the brown filter of her Marlboro.
Katya slides her tongue inside of Trixie’s mouth and fights her for dominance, which the girl quickly grants her. She brings her hands to squeeze Trixie’s full breasts through the fabric of her dress and Trixie moans into her mouth, a sound which Katya gladly swallows.
“I’m gonna make you see stars Pixie.” She whispers against her lips once she breaks their kiss.
“You’ve got twenty minutes, so you better get going with that.” Trixie answers, her hands roaming down to grab Katya’s firm ass through her stockings and squeeze it, grinding up to meet her hips. She’s already dripping wet.
With a smile and another peck to her lips, Katya makes quick work of Trixie’s pink dress and throws the expensive garment to the floor, both girls removing their shoes. She reaches behind and with a swift flick of her fingers opens the clasp of Trixie’s bra, discarding it too. The sight that greets her makes her mouth water, and when she goes to straddle Trixie’s hips she takes the full breasts in her hands and massages them, earning a small whimper from Trixie. The sound doesn’t satisfy her, however, and she lowers her head so she could take one nipple in her mouth, sucking on it then flicking it with her tongue, the fingers of her hand lightly pinching and rolling the other nipple.
“Katya.” Trixie moans, bringing her fingers to tangle in Katya’s wavy hair.
“Tell me what you want baby.” Katya says against her skin, slowly pressing kisses down her stomach.
“You know what I want.” She groans, feeling Katya’s hot breath against the wet patch that’s formed in her panties.
“This?” Katya asks, placing a soft kiss on the wet fabric.
“More.” Trixie moans, her bare feet moving against the cool sheets of the bed as she gets impatient.
Katya looks up and smiles, loving how riled up she could get the blonde doll above her, and decides to be nice and take off her panties, because she can’t wait to taste her, and make her go even wilder. Once the thong joins the rest of the items on the floor, Katya lets her hands travel up the length of Trixie’s legs, and spreads soft kisses up her thigh, until she reaches her target.
“Please, Katya.” Trixie whispers, coming to rest on her elbows.
Locking eyes with her, Katya finally lowers her lips to where Trixie wants her most, and licks a long stripe from her core up to her clit, causing Trixie to throw her head back and sigh with pleasure. Katya then closes her mouth around the small bud and begins to suck on it, letting a finger pry Trixie’s entrance open and slowly inserting it. When she lets another finger in and starts working them in and out, flicking her tongue with increasing speed on Trixie’s clit, the girl above her loses her balance and her elbows fail to hold her up any longer.
“I’m so close.” Trixie manages to gasp out, bringing her hands again to Katya’s hair and holding her down while she curls her fingers inside her, hitting just the right place.
“Come on little pixie.” Katya whispers, and lowers her lips again to suck mercilessly on Trixie’s most sensitive spot. That sends her over the edge, and she moans the Russian girl’s name loudly, hips bucking up and thighs quivering. Katya is ruthless, and she laps at the girl’s juices and keeps working her fingers in and out through the aftershocks, almost to the brink of pain but careful not to cross it.
“Come up here.” Trixie says, clearly still struggling to regulate her breathing. Katya gladly obliges and crawls up her body with a trail of small kisses. She leans up and kisses Katya passionately, tasting herself on the other girl’s tongue, her whole body overheated. Trixie lets her hands travel down and with a quick move, she rips Katya’s fishnets right between her legs, causing the girl to gasp into her mouth. Lowering her lips to spread warm open-mouthed kisses along Katya’s neck, she moves the girl's underwear aside and gathers her wetness on her fingers, dragging them up so she can start working on her clit. Katya has worked herself up when she was going down on Trixie, enjoying every single second of it, and her body is practically shaking with want.
“Pixie, you feel so good.” Katya breaths in her ear, and she can tell how close she is by the way she’s gripping her arms for dear life. Trixie sucks on the girl’s neck hard, knowing she’s going to leave a mark, determined to make her cum just by touching her like this, not even going inside. She yanks on her hair a little to lift Katya’s head, and quickens the pace of her fingers, making Katya groan against her lips. Her blue eyes are dark and her pupils are dilated, and she’s gorgeous.
“Come on Katya, cum for me.” Trixie whispers, attaching their lips together again and pressing her fingers even harder against Katya’s clit. That seems to be her undoing, and the sound she makes could have been classified as a scream if it wasn’t muffled by the kiss the two share. Trixie continues to stroke her slowly as Katya comes down from her high, her thin hips bucking and her nails digging into the skin of Trixie’s arms. Their kiss gradually becomes slow too, almost lazy, and Trixie’s fingers are still moving on Katya because she loves the way it makes her shiver every few seconds.
The moment feels far too romantic and intimate for a one-night stand, and a thought inevitably crosses both of their minds. They’re screwed.
Almost an entire month later, when Trixie stands in the kitchen staring after Katya’s retreating form, a similar thought emerges again. She’s screwed.