Bambi Eyed || Katya x Reader fic

Chapter 11: Red Dress

Feeling a little less weighed down in bed that night, you pressed in for an open, long kiss. He reciprocated in kind, drawing you over him by the waist. You let your weight rest on him, revelling in his warmth and touch. After being so anxious and emotional, you were glad to  just show him you loved him. His tongue slipped into your mouth as his grip in your hair tightened, making your hips undulate down on his. You braced your hands either side of his head, rolling against him slowly.

His hands traced tentatively up your sides, over your clothes. You caught his wrist at your waist, however, shaking your head. "I'm sorry, Bri... I just... Can't."

Palms paused against your shirt. He sighed briefly, nodding. "It's okay, Bambi. I understand." Sitting up, you looked down at him sadly. You didn't want things to change, but it felt like a rift had been torn between you. He rubbed your arm. "It's okay, I promise." 

Avoiding his eye, you toyed with the drawstring on his sweat pants. "It doesn't feel okay."

He sat up too, holding you on his lap. Resting his head on your chest, he paused for a moment, just breathing with you. "It's been a heavy day, of course you're going to feel off." You offered a weak shrug. His arms firmed around you. When he spoke again, you were surprised at his tone, soft and pleading. "Don't give up on me, Bambi. Don't let yourself get back to some dark place."

Chin puckering, you held his face to your heart. "I won-."

"It's easy to say that now. But you scared me today. I saw a lot of myself at my worst in you."

Your heart clenched. "I-It's different. You were sick, you were struggling. I was just being a cunt..."

He shook his head. "You have no idea the shit I said to Trixie. The fact that he's still my best friend amazes me every day." You had no words for him and so the silence settled in again. He sat back, looking up at you. "Fuck this, let's go do something."

You furrowed your brow. 

"Don't look at me like that! This wallowing is doing neither of us good, and it's been a hot minute since I went out without being in drag." Glancing at the clock, realising it was only about 10pm, you chewed your lip. Using his thumb to dislodge it from your teeth, he leaned up to kiss you. "C'mon!" Another kiss. "Go out with me." A kiss. "Dance with me." A heavier kiss.

You finally cracked a laugh. "Dance? At your age? You're gonna break a hip."

"I have my life alert!" he countered. "Does that mean you'll come out?"

Rolling your eyes, you cracked a smile. "Fine, even if just to make sure you don't lose your dentures or something." Cackling, arms locked behind your back, he swung off the bed and stood. You were squealing, flailing. "Brian, you better put me the fuck down!"

"Nope!" 

Instead of following your demand, he instead hoisted you up further, essentially slinging you over his shoulder. "You're going to die when you put me down."

"Guess I'll never put you down!"

"Brian! Ah-," you cried out as he narrowly avoided smacking your head on his bedroom door frame. Trudging you down the hall, he made a sharp turn and opened your door. "What are we doing here?"

"I'm choosing what you wear out tonight," he replied simply. "Since I'm going out of drag, one of us has to look good." 

You relented, letting him seat you on your bedspread. He made a 'stay' motion with his index finger, giving you a look the told you he meant business. Folding your hands patiently on your lap, you watched him rifle through your closet. As he tossed each garment over his shoulder, you rolled your eyes. "You're cleaning up in here."