My Fiancé's Sister ~ Trixya

Chapter 4 - Gallery Convention

"Every last person in there is such an uppity snob." Katya comments. She takes a drag off her cigarette, turning to Trixie, waiting for her to say something. She accidentally blows all the smoke right in Trixie's face. "Sorry."

"It's okay." Trixie coughs into the crook of her sweater clad elbow. "If you don't like those people, then why are you here?"

"The publicity, money, free drinks." Katya raises her wine glass into the air. "Not to mention I got to bring the cutest date. Everyone's obviously jealous."

"I don't think that's what they're jealous of. Everyone can't stop talking about your work in there. You're so talented." Trixie says. The entire night all she heard was people rave about Katya's work, not any of the other artists being featured. She thinks it's silly how Katya was such a ball of nerves beforehand, thinking everyone would think her style was too weird, or too abstract.

"You're too sweet for your own good, ya know that?" She takes another hit, remembering to exhale the other way this time. "I hope Alex realizes how lucky he is."

A strand of hair falls from behind Trixie's ear. She reaches to put it back in place, but Katya beats her to it. Trixie watches Katya's striking ocean blue eyes as she tucks her hair back, grazing her fingers down Trixie's jawline to her chin. "Such a fuckin' cutie." Katya whispers, taking the last hit from her cig, and flicking it off into the darkness of the alley they stand in.

Trixie feels something within herself shift. She's not even remotely grossed out by the smoke passing through Katya's red lips, disappearing into the night air or the smell of all the deadly chemicals. She likes it. She likes the way Katya's eyes flutter shut from her nicotine buzz. The way the corners of her lips twitch when she purses them to exhale, wanting to turn up into a smile. The constant sincere compliments spewing from those lips.

The feeling of wanting her lips to touch Katya's plump, red-painted ones, to touch another woman's, is foreign to her though she's sensed it building over the past week. The rational thing to do would be to shake the thoughts from her mind and suggest to Katya they go back inside. Nothing in Trixie's body is telling her to be rational at this moment. Maybe it was the small glass of wine she had or the minimal light in the alley is tricking her to think that Katya is just a shorter, prettier version of Alex and that what she's feeling is okay.

So, she does the most irrational thing possible.

She grabs the collar of Katya's blazer roughly, pulling her into her. Their faces are an inch apart, and Trixie hesitates for just a moment, watching Katya lick her lips.

"You know you want to." Katya's moist lips pull into a cocky grin.

"I shouldn't." Trixie mutters, eyes shutting in concentration. She tries to will herself to pull away and go back inside, but it's useless.

"That's what makes it so fun." Katya grazes her tongue just barely across Trixie's pink-painted top lip, tempting her.

Any resolve Trixie had left flies out the window and she mashes her lips against Katya's, her stomach flipping in excitement, and she thinks her decision was completely worth it.

Trixie pulls away, taking a deep breath. She opens her eyes to see Katya diving back in for another. She doesn't have time to protest before Katya's tongue is in her mouth and her hands are grabbing her ass over her dress. She melts into it, kissing back with equal passion when Alex's smiling face flashes into her mind and she can hear him clearly saying "I love you". She rears back, letting go of Katya's blazer.

"Not too shabby, barbie." Katya chuckles, having yet to realize she just kissed her brother's fiancé and should be feeling guilty.

Trixie does the only thing that comes to mind. To blame Katya for what just happened. So, she slaps her right across the face. She looks down at her hand as if it belongs to someone else, unable to comprehend that she did in fact, just do that. She looks back up at Katya holding her cheek and laughing. Trixie can't stand it and she makes a run for it down the alley and in the direction, she hopes she lives.