Hope is a strange invention -
A Patent of the Heart-
In unremitting action
Yet never wearing out -
Of this electric Adjunct
Not anything is known
But its unique momentum
Embellish all we own -
- Emily Dickinson
Trixie stared up at the ceiling of Katya's bedroom, or well Mr. Miller's, her eyes scanning every crack and spot on the otherwise clinically white ceiling. The Russian had her arm beneath the doll's head, both of them still awake and deep in thought. There were so many things to say, so many questions to ask and yet they both knew the consequence of speaking their minds.
"I should probably get out of here." Trixie said, her tone making it clear that it was far from what she wanted. She started to sit up, when a hand grabbed her underarm, holding her back.
"Please don't."
Trixie turned to look at Katya, holding the thin sheets up to hide her bare breasts, feeling oddly vulnerable.
"Katya I-"
"Please, just listen." Katya said before pausing, not fully knowing what to say. She knew what she was feeling, knew what words should leave her lips, but she also knew that those words could send her out of the country. There was a choice to be made, and if she picked to do what she wanted it would only bring the two of them more trouble. And yet, not making that choice would doom Katya to a life of pain and loneliness.
"Okay."
"Trixie, there is something I've been thinking lately... wait uhm that's not right... I mean I've kinda thought it all along... I mean you're just so... I don't know..."
"Katya, breathe." Trixie said, taking the Russian's hands in her own. Katya took a couple deep breaths, trying to calm her nerves. She looked up, straight into the honey-brown eyes of the girl in front of her and instantly found the courage to say what was locked behind the door to her heart.
"I think I love you... actually I don't think.. I know... I love you."
Trixie sat there speechless, her heart beating a million miles per hour. Those words, those words were the last thing she had expected to hear, and yet they were everything she had hoped for. Still, she couldn't get herself to respond, to stunned by the sudden confession.
"I.. you don't have to answer... I realize it is fast and you're probably not that into me.. I should not have pushed things.. I'm sorry..I-" Katya rambled, but soon Trixie's lips cut her off.
And there it was again; that warm, wonderful feeling. The softness, the care, the emotion, the electric sparks, all expressed through the simple medium of a kiss. Katya felt completely at ease, all the tense muscles in her shoulders loosing up, her fidgety fingers stopping their nervous fickling. With Trixie's pillowy lips moving against her own she felt at peace.
"I love you too." Trixie said once they had pulled away. "Actually, I think a part of me has since I first saw you. I was just mesmerized by you... and then I got to know you, and I was hooked. But Katya... you're getting married."
"I know." Katya said, her bright smile fading as she was reminded of the problematic situation. She leaned back against the headrest, running her hand through her hair, slightly pulling at the strands. Trixie laid down next to her, snuggling into the crook of her neck, wrapping an arm around the Russian's waist.
"What are we gonna do?" Trixie said, her voice small and vulnerable.
"We will figure it out, somehow... I will talk to Robert. I want you, Trixie, not him."
Katya was sure of that now. Even if it meant going back, being stuck in Russia again for a while, she'd find a way to be with Trixie.
For now there was nothing more important than being in Trixie's arms.
Nothing more wonderful than looking into Trixie's eyes.
Nothing more worthwhile than waking up to Trixie's voice.
"I'm not giving you up, not now when I know you want the same as me." Katya said, kissing the top of the doll's head.
"I'm not giving you up either. I'm yours, no matter what happens."
They stayed in eachothers arms until daybreak, waking up from the sound of hail against the window. Katya kissed the doll goodbye, promising that they'd see eachother soon, before sending her off in an Uber. The Russian then packed her bags and went downstairs, sitting down on a barstool by the kitchen island, awaiting the return of her fiancé.
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Sign On The Line ✔~ trixya
FanfictionA camgirl. A college student. And a marriage contract. "Trixie, meet my bride to be. This is Ka-" "Katya." Trixie whispered out, mouth agape as she pinched herself to double-check if she was dreaming. Katya was there... and Katya was getting married...
