"I can't trust you if you don't tell me where we're going!"
"Baby, listen. That's basically what trust is all about. I steal my father's car to give you a surprise, and you support me while you wear that cute yellow dress and kiss me once in a while until we get to the place."
Trixie rolled her eyes until a flirty smile formed on her face, and with the intention that her girlfriend would tell her where they were going, she began to kiss her ear gently. Little sticky kisses due to their vanilla lipgloss were placed in the lobe of Katya's ear, making it almost impossible for her to concentrate on anything other than the doll's lips which to make things more difficult for her, stroked her right thigh.
"Aren't you going to tell me where we're going?"
"Trixie, please."
"Tell me."
"It's a surprise; why do you hate surprises so much?" The Russian complained, lifting her sunglasses to see better the other girl's desperate face, "I just want to be romantic for once in my life. Let me prove to you that this tramp can be a lady."
"Sweet darling, that was a reference to a Disney movie?"
"Apparently, that's the only way to make you understand."
Valentine's day had just passed, and they didn't have much opportunity to celebrate it. Katya always considered herself a person who must have been dead before celebrating a date as stupid as valentine's day, which she considered to be an excuse for capitalist companies to sell even the last piece of stale chocolate and wilted flower. However, things can take a turn of three hundred and sixty degrees when you have a pretty girlfriend who loves cheesy things.
But although she had something big on her mind, buying at least five bouquets of different flowers, colorful bears, and her favorite sweets to surprise her on a romantic date (and also to prove to Crystal that she could be more cheesy than her friend who painted a portrait of her girlfriend), Trixie didn't arrive. Her family had to go out of emergency when the elderly's home where her grandmother was staying told them she was very ill.
It turned out that the woman just needed to go for a walk, but she was too lazy to do so, and if one good thing came out of that trip, it was that grandma Mattel gave her granddaughter an approval to be with her new girlfriend, who she said had the gaze of Britt Ekland.
She forgot that they were talking after five minutes, but it was worth it.
That's why they were now driving to an unknown place for Trixie, skipping a school day after Violet signed a fake permission saying that the doll with a yellow dress had to be missing because of a stomach infection.
"Did you know my favorite cars are white convertibles?" Trixie asked to kill her boredom as she fed her girlfriend with red skittles.
"I thought you wanted a pink jeep to be a 100% Barbie."
"You know me so well."
Katya took a moment to look at her and wink teasingly before smiling like an idiot to see that they had reached their destination.
"Come on!" the blue-eyed girl proposed, taking both bags before Trixie stopped her and took hers, looking after it as if her life depended on that. The blonde doll just frowned before watching the whole place, starting to follow her girlfriend, who was walking too fast through the bushes until he found a way, "Trixie, baby, come on!"
The blonde looked at her as she watched Katya run-up to a tree and hugged it so tightly that her small ass was hanging in the air. Great, her girlfriend had gone crazy in the middle of nowhere, and now she had to take care of her.
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Tightrope.- Trixya
FanfictionYou can do a lot of things in 100 days. You can learn to bake a cake, or maybe write a story; you could even learn to ride a bicycle ... Or maybe win your wife back. Trixie and Katya have been married for 10 years, and after a stumbling block in the...