Katya breathed in and out deeply before knocking on the door of Trixie's bedchamber, butterflies in her stomach at what she was about to do. She had a cape with a hood covering her body and face, and her makeup kit and a bag of clothes in her hand.
"Ka-Hello." Trixie said in surprise, stopping herself from speaking her name in case of anyone overhearing.
"Can I come in?" Katya asked.
"Oh.. uhm.. yes, of course." The Princess said, feeling nervous and flustered by the thought of the woman being in her bedroom.
Katya walked inside, closing the door gently before she placed her things down by the wall.
"I had a thought... I realized that though you have now seen my true face, you have never seen all of me, not in the way I would like for you to see me. I would like you to see me the way I would have dressed had I been allowed to be me."
"I would love to see that. Thank you for trusting me enough to show me." Trixie said warmly.
Katya removed her cloak, revealing a beautiful brocade gown in red and gold. It showed off her slim waist, sitting tight around the bodice before going out into a wide skirt, her tightly laced corset pushing up her small breasts. Her blonde hair was curled delicately, framing her face. Her cheeks had a layer of rouge, amplifying her high cheek bones, her eyes painted and lined with light to deep browns, her plump lips painted in a coat of red, matching her shade of her dress. She looked impossibly beautiful, Trixie thought, and she could hardly believe that such beauty had been hidden for so many years.
"You look... you are..."
"Are you disappointed?" Katya asked, feeling her nerves creep in.
"No! You are just so beautiful, so incredibly radiant... I can hardly find words to describe it with justice." Trixie said, a slight blush coating her cheeks after the confession.
"Oh, is that so?" The other girl asked, her demeanor suddenly flipped, a hungry look in her eyes.
"And does it inspire attraction?" She asked as she stepped closer.
"Want?" She took another step.
"Need?"Trixie felt her back come in contact with the wall behind her, suddenly trapped between the wall and Katya's body. She felt herself grow warmer, her entire body feeling as if it was on fire, small fireworks moving through her veins. Katya's clear blue eyes were now as dark as the midnight sky, sparkling with desire and want.
"What are you doing?" Trixie whispered nervously.
"Just admiring the woman I love. Can I not?" Katya said, her fingers traveling along the skin of the other girl's arm, all the way from her wrist to her collarbone. Trixie was silent for a moment, her breathing growing ragged from the light touch of Katya's hand.
"Katya?"
"Yes?"
"Kiss me."
Katya's lips met Trixie's only seconds later, their kiss hungry, rushed and passionate. Trixie pulled the Resvyan girl closer by her waist, her other hand going up to her hair, fingers wrapping themselves around the curled strands. Katya pushed herself against the brown-eyed girl, her hands traveling down to the back of the girl's thighs. In silent understanding Trixie jumped up, the Resvyan girl catching her and holding her up.
Katya locked the door as she carried Trixie across the room, before gently throwing her onto her soft mattress. The honey-eyed girl let out a surprised yelp at the action, giggling happily moments later. The laughter died out once she looked up at Katya again though, her eyes instantly focusing on the way Katya's fingers were slowly traveling over the top of her own breasts.
"Do you wish to see more of me?" Katya asked.
"I thought you said I had to wait until our wedding night?"
"Can you really wait that long?"
"No." Trixie answered, shaking her head.
Katya smiled at that before turning around so her back was against the girl on the bed. Trixie stared in anticipation, waiting for the next words that would leave the lips of the Resvyan girl.
"Undress me."
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When The Gold Is Gone ✔ ~ trixya
FanfictionA Prince. A Princess. Two Kingdoms. And a marriage arranged from birth. But what happens when the Prince's sister Katya is suddenly forced to take his place?