My Fiancé's Sister ~ Trixya

Chapter 8 - California

"Are you sure you have everything?" Alex questions Trixie. The two stand in the warm morning air outside their apartment.

"Yes, honey. I'll only be gone two nights, I don't need to pack heavily." Trixie watches impatiently down the road, waiting to spot Katya coming.

"I know, I know. I just don't want you to forget your passport or something."

"Have you forgotten who you're talking to? I don't forget things. Oh! She's coming!" Trixie squeals excitedly.

"You really like her, don't you?" Alex smiles, wrapping his arms around her.

"She's pretty cool." Trixie answers casually, reminding herself that she needs to tone it down. "She says there's gonna be a lot of comic based tattoos to see. Isn't that cool?"

"So cool." He laughs.

Katya pulls up to the curb and hops off her bike. "Good morning!" she greets the two. She opens the small, packed carrier of her bike and pulls out a large, crinkled paper bag. "Here, I got you something." She hands it to Trixie.

Trixie looks at Katya quizzically and unrolls the top and pulls out a new, shiny black helmet with pink accents. She also pulls out a pink leather jacket. "Wow. Thanks Katya!" She exclaims, putting her arms through each sleeve and zipping it up.

"Well, you can't be riding on the highway without a jacket, and you ride on my bike enough, you should have your own gear."

"Trying to steal my woman by showering her with gifts, eh?" Alex jokes, fitting the helmet onto Trixie's head. He lifts the plastic protective screen up and kisses Trixie on the nose. "Cutie."

"Oh brother, my amazingly good looks and skills in bed are what will knock her off her feet." Katya shoots back. Alex laughs, not realizing just how right she is. "Well, we should probably head out. Be gross and say your good-byes."

Alex and Trixie share a hug, kiss, and "I love you's" before Trixie hoists her backpack onto her shoulders. She sits behind Katya, resting her hands on her own knees until they turn onto another street. She then creeps her hands up under Katya's jacket and shirt, hugging her around the waist as they head south towards the airport.

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"Just one bed?" Trixie asks as they walk into their hotel room. She drops her bag and new jacket on the dresser, moving to sit on the bed to take her shoes off.

"I can't very well fuck you if we're not in the same one." Katya grabs Trixie's shoes and pulls them off for her. She grips Trixie's waist, pushing her further onto the bed and on her back.

"What if I don't want you to?" Trixie smiles slyly up at Katya.

"Oh kukla, no one can or wants to say no to me." Katya pins Trixie's arms above her head. She runs her tongue up Trixie's taut neck and bites her chin. She bites her way up her jawline and flicks her tongue over her earlobe, breathing heavily in her ear. Trixie lets out a shaky breath, with a small whine accompanying it.

"I'm not really that noisy, am I?" Trixie asks, pulling Katya's head away from her neck. She hasn't been able to stop thinking about that comment since it was said, and now all she can hear is every noise she makes.

"Here, let me do an impression of you." Katya grins wickedly. She grabs ahold of the headboard and starts rocking back and forth obnoxiously. The wood bangs against the wall loudly, the picture frames clattering with each clunk. She opens her mouth and starts yelling, "Oooh! Yeah! Faster! Fuck me harder, baby! Ah! OHH!"

"Hey! Shut the fuck up!" An angry man yells and pounds on the opposite of the wall. Katya bursts out wheeze laughing like never before, falling back onto her elbows above Trixie, who hides her face in her hands, mortified.