Women In Black

Chapter Thirteen

"Happy Birthday!" Trixie practiced in front of Katya's door. "No that's too much."

"Happy birthday." Trixie bit her lips. "Too serious."

"You're a year closer to your death!" Trixie smiled. "That's cruel."

"You were born 34 years ago." Trixie laughed at her own words. "Okay ugh, come on." She said before opening the door.

"Oh god! Sorry shit." Trixie turned around after finding the older woman in only her underwear, putting on a button-up. Trixie felt how heat raised on her now hot pink cheeks, her heartbeat increasing its speed. She heard Katya's laugh behind her, her embarrassment only growing.

"Oh my god!" Katya laughed. "I don't care if you saw me in my underwear or not Trix, you can turn around."

"I got you coffee," Trixie turned around slowly, almost forgetting why she was there in the first place when she saw Katya. She was only wearing a white button-up, a few buttons buttoned. Trixie felt hypnotized by her abs and thighs. "Happy birthday."

"Thank you!" Katya came closer to Trixie, grabbing the coffee. "How did you know?"

"Well you talked about turning thirty-four since I joined the organization, I couldn't help but wonder."

"You're a sweetheart," Katya said while sitting down, sipping the coffee. Trixie stared at her legs.

Katya knew what she was doing and she loved it. It had been long since she was able to do it. Teasing, seeing Trixie's cheek turn pink, her not being able to take her eyes of Katya. She knew it was unexpected, even if they had made out several times since their first kiss two or three weeks ago. Katya stood up, walking up to the furniture next to her bed.

"Do yall celebrate birthdays here?" Trixie asked, trying to distract herself.

"We used to, maybe they will after we come back from our mission." Katya took out a pair of pants from a drawer.

Trixie watched as Katya put on her pants and took out her mirror to do her makeup. All the simple and little movements, gestures, and quirks Katya had and did were noticed by Trixie. How her lips twitched when she tried not to laugh, the way she would tap her fingers in order when she waited. Trixie observed everything, all the way since she saw her in that bar. She wondered what would've had happened if it wasn't for that moment where the blond woman jumped into her life out of the blue. She would still be in her mundane routine, barely interacting with her co-workers, trying to see if anyone who wasn't a gross guy would be into her, and in deadly fear of her father finding her. She watched as the older woman in front of her finished putting her signature dark red lipstick on her lips. 

"Ready?" Trixie asked.

"Let's go."

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"You're looking too, right?" Katya asked from the driver's seat, rolling her window down.

"Duh," Trixie stared at the store from the passenger seat.

"Just know that if there's only one person there we'll go because then it can change bodies," Katya said taking her pack of cigarettes out.

"Really?" Trixie looked back at Katya, her brows rising.

"What?" Katya asked, lighting the cigarette that was hanging from her mouth.

"Do you need a smoke break right now?"

"It's not my fault that you don't understand the concept of addiction enough to get why I take smoke breaks." She lit the cigarette and dragged the smoke into her lungs.